Zheng Xianghong also got up early the next day, but she didn’t make breakfast, instead taking care of her grandsons as Xia Xiao went to check on Yang Xuehua and the baby. Afterwards, she first rode her bicycle to drop Feiyang and Feiyue off at school, then hurried to her own school.
When Yang Xuehua woke up and saw her son, she was filled with excitent. However, after the excitent subsided, she felt a slight regret, wishing she had had a daughter instead so she could marry her off to Xia Xiao’s son.
But Yang Xuehua also knew that having a son was better, yet she still cherished the idea of a daughter, ones like Weilin and Spirit—so adorable.
Yu Shijie had gone to the battlefield, but Yang Xuehua still wrote a letter to the Yu Family, telling Mr. Yu about giving birth to her son.
By the ti Xia Xiao returned from school, she helped Yang Xuehua send out the letter.
"It’s a pity, if it had been a daughter, she could have been paired with your boy," Yang Xuehua said, her words full of regret.
Xia Xiao laughed, "Forget it, you’re secretly happy to have had a son. Mr. Yu only has one son, Yu Shijie...."
Xia Xiao spoke pensively, "Having a son is a bit more secure, isn’t it?"
"It is. During the pregnancy, my father-in-law had already chosen a na for the child, Yu Jiaying."
Xia Xiao laughed, "Yu Jiaying is good, suitable for both a boy and a girl. Mr. Yu put a lot of thought into picking that na, if not for your character ’hua,’ I guess it would have been Yu Jianhua."
"If the child had been born earlier, he could have seen his father," Yang Xuehua said with a trace of regret.
"Yu Shijie regrets it more than you do. Don’t think too much. You need to take care during the confinent period. Look after yourself; we’re here to help you with the child." Yang Xuehua nodded appreciatively, "It’s also because you all are here. Otherwise, I really wouldn’t know what to do, it just makes auntie work hard."
"What’s that? Caring for one child is fussing, caring for a flock of them is also fussing." Xia Xiao laughed. After all, the firstborn child is always raised attentively, and being new to motherhood, Xia Xiao was indeed inexperienced.
Yang Xuehua sent the letter to the Yu Family, and Mr. Yu, Xue Baozhu, and Yu Zhen all ca. As for He Xuegang and He Xuebing, they too had gone off to the battlefield.
Seeing Yang Xuehua’s son, a smile appeared on Mr. Yu’s stern face. Xue Baozhu was not a first-ti grandmother, considering Weilin could be regarded as her granddaughter as well, but Gao Jiazhi refused to acknowledge that. Xue Baozhu had no choice in the matter.
Even though Yang Xuehua’s son had no blood relation to Xue Baozhu, she was his grandmother in na.
Now, looking at the pink-cheeked child, Xue Baozhu’s eyes turned sowhat moist, filled with reminiscence about Gao Jiazhi when he was a baby. Why did she abandon her child back then? If only she had brought him up by her side.
But it was useless to regret it now. At that ti, Xue Baozhu was only trying to hold onto Yu Mingwei. Thinking of this, she sighed deeply in her heart.
After visiting the grandson, Mr. Yu’s smile lingered at the corner of his mouth. When he saw Gao Guoqiang, he rembered that they had had dealings in the past, although they weren’t close.
Now they could chat, but as Mr. Yu looked at Gao Guoqiang’s line of granddaughters, he couldn’t help but feel envious. Although he already had a grandson, Gao Guoqiang’s grandsons were male-female twins with a credible heir in the middle—how enviable that was.
Seeing that Yang Xuehua had given birth to a son, Yu Zhen didn’t say much, but was unexpectedly pleasant toward Yang Xuehua, surprising her. Since Yu Zhen’s attitude was good, Yang Xuehua also remained amiable, and the first interaction between the sisters-in-law was harmonious.
Mr. Yu and Xue Baozhu were reassured to see Yu Zhen like this, feeling that their daughter had finally co to her senses.
When it was ti to leave, Mr. Yu and Yu Zhen went back, leaving Xue Baozhu behind to look after the grandson.
Watching Xue Baozhu attentively care for Xiao Jianying, Xia Xiao and Zheng Xianghong didn’t say much, but Zheng Xianghong still didn’t take a liking to Xue Baozhu. Although she wouldn’t quarrel with Xue Baozhu like she did in the production team, it was fine as long as Xue Baozhu kept her distance.
News from the battlefield reached Xia Xiao from ti to ti, and as long as they heard no bad news, she and Yang Xuehua breathed a sigh of relief.
With Xue Baozhu caring for her son, Yang Xuehua returned to school after her confinent period was over.
However, because she had to breastfeed, Yang Xuehua was always in a rush. Luckily, she had a bicycle and lived close to the school, making it more convenient.
The war lasted a month, and by April, both Gao Jiaxing and Yu Shijie had returned.
Xia Xiao and Yang Xuehua were overjoyed. They didn’t ask about the battlefield; just having Gao Jiaxing and Yu Shijie alive and back was enough.
Yu Shijie was genuinely surprised to co ho to a big, healthy son. Seeing Xue Baozhu there taking care of Yang Xuehua, his attitude softened considerably, nodding at her and initiating greetings.
Xue Baozhu was delighted, stepping out to leave so space for Yu Shijie and Yang Xuehua, her exit accompanied by laughter and tears.
Xia Xiao didn’t quite know what to say after seeing Xue Baozhu so happy.
Inside the house, Yu Shijie hugged Yang Xuehua tightly, showering her with kisses. She was disgusted, "Have you even brushed your teeth? Go brush them right now."
"Then I’ll go brush my teeth," Yu Shijie said as he made to leave, but Yang Xuehua held him back, "It’s so good to have you back. I gave birth to a son for you, are you happy?"
"Happy, my wife is amazing, I’m ecstatic." Yu Shijie was truly overjoyed. Despite feeling young and strong, he knew he was of an age where being a late father made a son a special joy.
Having survived a war, Gao Jiaxing and Yu Shijie returned with an aura of grimness and bloodiness about them. This conflict was only temporary; facing Xia Xiao, Gao Jiaxing said, "After we graduate, Yu Shijie and I might be assigned to Yue District."
Xia Xiao opened her mouth, then finally nodded, "When I graduate, I’ll join you there."
"We’ll see when the ti cos. You still have two or three years until your graduation," Gao Jiaxing couldn’t be certain just yet.
Xia Xiao was now in her third term, having studied for a year and a half, and had roughly two and a half years left before graduation.
"After this war, our training has beco even more urgent," Gao Jiaxing told Xia Xiao. He might not be able to co ho as often as before and there would be field training.
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