Chapter 1156: To-Be-Born Child

Pei Ziheng looked at their names a few times before putting down the brush with satisfaction.

Looking up, he said to Xia Ling, "Done." He wanted to go over to support her.

Unexpectedly, Xia Ling was still unyielding. "It's not done yet! There's still my son!"

Pei Ziheng: "... we will add our son to the genealogy after he is born. Be good."

Pei Zhenyuan saw that she still made her way onto the genealogy and felt uncomfortable. He saw Pei Ziheng being so indirect in his words and couldn't help but reply to her, "How could such a young child be on the genealogy? Ridiculous! Who knows if your son can live to three years old? According to our family regulations, children must be over three years old to get on the genealogy!"

Early children did not enter the genealogy, this was the rule of many great families.

Xia Ling was angry. "You are the one who can't live past three years old! Your whole family... No, your household... No, you just can't live past three years old!" She almost insulted the whole family.

The Pei family around them were all unable to look straight. This old man and young woman's quarrel was really an eye-opener. What was the difference between this and a child's play?

Pei Ziheng looked at her while she held her belly and argued with others. He was also annoyed that Pei Zhenyuan had said that his son could not live past three years old. He raised his hand and lifted up the ink brush before saying, "I'll make an exception." With swift movements, the name of his child was added too.

Pei Zhenyuan was so furious he was spitting fire. "Pei Ziheng, how dare you! You're breaking the rules!"

Pei Ziheng looked at him with an implied pressure in his eyes. "Great Uncle, how old do you think my son can live?"

This was a very difficult question to answer, and Pei Zhenyuan could not curse the child in front of the ancestors. Otherwise, he had to be struck by lightning. However, he was not willing to see Pei Ziheng break the rules. He was so angry he didn't know what to do.

Xia Ling just sneered and laughed at him. "My son must live longer than you!... Ouch!"

She screamed in pain again.

This time, Pei Ziheng refused to let her continue to quarrel here. He picked her up and carried her onto the car that had been waiting outside the aisle and they went straight to the hospital.

The whole process of giving birth was chaotic, and Xia Ling felt as if she was going to die. She only knew how to inhale and exhale, and use force according to the instructions of the doctors and nurses... It seemed like ten thousand years had passed before finally, loud baby cries could be heard, then the nurse's delighted voice sounded. "Congratulations, Mrs. Pei, it's a healthy boy!"

She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Exhausted, she fainted.

When she woke up, Pei Ziheng was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her hand in one hand with a gentle look.

She looked at him for a few seconds, and her line of sight gradually became more focused. If it wasn't for her aching body, she would be doubtful that everything she had just experienced before was a dream. She asked him weakly, "How is the baby?"

Pei Ziheng's eyes held a smile. "The baby is very good. The nurse gave him a shower and is taking care of him in the special baby room. I'll let someone bring him over for you to see."

He then called someone to bring the baby.

Xia Ling looked at him. "Why don't you accompany the baby?"

Before, Nanny Zhou had told her many things about a child. Among them, she had said that many newborn fathers would be too happy and would find the baby novel, so the time used for teasing the baby would be far longer than the time of accompanying the wife.

Nanny Zhou was just kind and was afraid that she would be left out after giving birth to the child. She was afraid she would not be psychologically prepared and would be prone to depression.

Now, it seemed that worry was superfluous.

Sure enough, Pei Ziheng said warmly, "I'll accompany you."

A thousand words were in those three words.

Xia Ling's lips curled up slightly, and suddenly she heard him say, "Why are you crying?" He reached out to wipe away her tears. "I heard the older generation's people say that you can't cry after giving birth to a child or it'll hurt the body."

She only realized she was crying now and blushed slightly.

She was moved. She had followed him from the age of twelve and had walked through the stormy waves to this day. Finally, there was a positive result... Even after giving birth to a child, he was still spoiling her. There was nothing to regret about this life.

Just as she was thinking about this, she saw the room door open.

A young nurse in a pink nurse's uniform came in, holding a small baby in her arms. She smiled and walked over to them, saying, "The baby is here."

Xia Ling looked at the little guy sideways. She saw that he was wrinkly, his pair of small eyes were still closed, and shallow flesh was on his small fists. He was very cute. He slept peacefully in the blanket, neither crying nor making trouble.

The nurse said, "The baby is very obedient. He must be very blessed."

Xia Ling was very happy. She smiled sweetly and said, "I want to hug him."

The nurse carefully bent down and put the child in her arms, pointing out what she should hold.

Xia Ling was a bit timid at first; the little guy was so delicate, she was afraid of breaking him. While holding the baby, tenderness flowed into her naturally, and as if women had the natural talent of being a mother, she could adjust the baby's position properly to make the baby more comfortable without the nurse's guidance. The little guy felt his mother's heartbeat and began humming.

The nurse said, "He likes his mom very much."

Xia Ling's smile turned even sweeter and she turned to look at Pei Ziheng. "Tell me, does he look like you or like me?"

Pei Ziheng also leaned over and looked at him. His expression was a bit serious, then he finally said after a long time, "It's a boy, so of course it looks like me."

The nurse grinned on the side. In fact, how could they tell who a baby born just a few hours ago look like? They all looked the same, like ugly monkeys. But Mr. Pei really loved children, he was totally absorbed in looking.

Ever since Xia Ling became a mother, she seemed to be a lot more feminine. She was no longer as arrogant as before, but gentle and quiet. She asked Pei Ziheng, "Do you want to hug him?"

Pei Ziheng was still serious. "It's okay."

The nurse laughed again on the side. Even though Mr. Pei looked so serious, he actually wanted to hug the child, right? In an angle where Mrs. Pei couldn't see, his hands were actually shaking nervously.

Xia Ling didn't realize he was nervous. She held onto the child and didn't let go, playing with him before looking up and saying to Pei Ziheng, "Then, why don't you touch him?"

Pei Ziheng hesitated and carefully reached out. The usually big and powerful man was so overwhelmed at the moment that he returned to being a helpless young boy who didn't know what to do. His rough fingers touched the baby's soft skin, and he was so shocked he retracted back and forth, stopping for a few seconds before he tentatively touched it again.

The baby's skin was as delicate as a flower, and it was as lingering as Xiao Ling.

He felt the delicate touch, how amazing life was, how wonderful it was to be a father.

The little nurse in the pink nurse's uniform smiled and went out.

Xia Ling turned and leaned into his arms. They played with the baby together and then she suddenly asked, "What name did you give your child on the genealogy?"

"Pei Zhaoye," Pei Ziheng said without thinking.

"What?" Xia Ling glared at him unhappily. "You actually gave our baby such a bad name?"

"Why is it bad?" Pei Ziheng was not happy.

"I don't care, it's bad!" Her fussy temper was back, and she bantered with him.

Pei Ziheng smiled and said, "You just had to make trouble with the genealogy. How could I change it now? I told you to do it later, but you refused to listen."

"You're blaming me now?!" Xia Ling was so frustrated and angry that she wanted to bite him.

He smiled and kissed her.

She was still angry, so she turned over with the child in her arms. "Tsk, don't kiss me."

Pei Ziheng hugged her from behind and smelled the faint milk fragrance on her body. He said soothingly, "Why, it's not that bad. Zhaoye means to inherit the family's business. We'll always be urging him to make progress and to always be alert. We're reminding others about his identity, asking them to respect him and serve him with their lives and not to betray him."