Chapter 296 - 7.3 Pounds; Both Mother And Child Are Healthy
Inside the hospital
Both Lu Dinghua and Ning Zhenguo rushed over. The doctor and nurses all pushed Ning Qing into the labour suite and said, “Sorry, there are too many people here. You all cannot be inside. There can only be one person maximum”
“One person?” Song Yajing said, then continued, “Shaoming, you….”
Lu Shaoming had already made his way in.
…
Inside the delivery suite
Ning Qing was lying on the operating table, her face was pale white, and because of the vigorous pain, her entire forehead was covered in sweat, and her hair was messily stuck to the side of her cheeks.
Her long lashes that were like a butterfly’s wings were resting quietly. Her small gentle face had a good complexion. It was fair with a healthy, radiant red to it. There were circles of fatigue below her eyes.
Lu Shaoming shook his head. Although he was worried, he chose not to wake her up.
He could not bear to.
At this moment, Song Yajing laughed and said, “Shaoming, Qingqing used up all of her energy when she gave birth to Little Young Master Lu. She needs her rest. Don’t be too nervous, no one is snatching your wife away from you.”
Lu Dinghua had a glance at his own son. “Shaoming, come over to look at Little Young Master Lu. Don’t keep staring at Ning Qing. Ning Qing will wake up.”
Yue Wanqing and Ning Zhenguo looked at their son in law focused fully on their daughter. They both smiled. The two had a good relationship, and they, as parents, were happy to see that.
At this moment, with a groan, Ning Qing, who was on the bed, moved. She opened her eyes slowly.
Lu Shaoming froze entirely. Both his eyes were shining bright, and he stepped forward.
But it was of no use, someone was faster than him. The grandparents who had asked him not to be nervous all crowded the side of the bed and swarmed around Ning Qing.
Lu Shaoming: “…”
Yue Wanqing helped Ning Qing sit up, then placed a soft pillow underneath her. “Qingqing, how do you feel? Are you in any pain?”
Ning Qing shook her head and said, “Mum, I am not in pain…”
As she spoke, Lu Shaoming saw her eyes move. She was searching for someone in the ward.
He curled his lips into a smile and was ready to step forward.
However: “Mum, where is Little Young Master Lu?”
Lu Shaoming: “…”
The confinement nanny pushed the crib in front of Ning Qing and said, “Madam, Little Young Master Lu is here.”
The four people gave way, and Ning Qing moved the bed a little. She was wearing a pink maternity shirt. She bent down and grabbed Little Young Master Lu’s small hand underneath of the mustard yellow blanket, and she placed it at the side of her lips to kiss. The new mother’s voice was soft and gentle as she said, “Hi, Little Young Master Lu! You are finally here. Mama loves you.”
Lu Shaoming felt his entire body go soft. His blood was boiling, but he was unable to gather any strength. He could not tell what he was feeling. There was only his wife and his son in his heart.
The confinement nanny asked, “Madam, are you planning to breastfeed?”
Ning Qing nodded her head without hesitation and said, “Yes.”
“Alright then, Madam has just woken up, have some noodles first. We will try feeding Little Young Master Lu milk later,” the confinement nanny said professionally.
At this moment, Yue Wanqing opened the thermos and said, “Qingqing, you have just given birth. Have some red sugar noodles.”
Ning Qing went to take the chopsticks and said, “Mum, I can feed myself.”
“Qingqing, it would better for Mum to feed you. From now onwards, you are in confinement. In this one month, you need to take care of yourself. Women are the most weak during confinement. If you do not take caution, you will end up with confinement illnesses.”
“Mum, I got it.” Ning Qing nodded her head.
With her chopsticks, Yue Wanqing picked some noodles to place it by Ning Qing’s lips. Ning Qing did not eat it, and she was gazing sideways to look at Lu Shaoming. From the moment she awoke, the lanky man had stood there.
He removed his thin coat, revealing his grey striped shirt and black trousers. At this moment, he had one hand inside his pocket, making him appear especially handsome and stately.
Lu Shaoming saw her looking towards him. His heart that was previously strained from being ignored regained consciousness immediately, and his gaze was bright as he looked back at her.
She was reflected in his deep, bright eyes..
Sometimes, some words did not need to be spoken. An expression with the eyes was enough.
Ning Qing’s small face was red. She opened her mouth to have a small bite of noodles, then lowered her gaze to eat.
Yue Wanqing saw her daughter’s shy expression. She could not help but laugh and say, “Daughters are really gone once they are old. She has barely looked at me. Instead, she is looking at her husband.”
Song Yajing continued, “That’s right, my son hasn’t even looked at his own son! His entire heart is set on his wife.”
Everyone broke out into laughter.
“Mum, you are not allowed to laugh at me!” Ning Qing lifted her eyes to look at them, displeased.
Lu Shaoming leaned against the wall. The group of people were chatting happily, and even his mother, who was normally serious as far as he was concerned, had changed completely. An amber light that shone through the room, and he felt a warmth that he had never experienced before.
Yue Wanqing stood up and passed the thermos over to Lu Shaoming. “Shaoming, come feed Qingqing. I will go back to make some soup for Qingqing.”
Ning Qing stretched out her finger to tug onto the tip of her mother’s shirt, and she lifted her eyes shyly, “Mum.”
Song Yajing covered her mouth and laughed sneakily, “Qingqing, you are just too much. What is wrong with Shaoming feeding you? Now that you have given birth to Little Young Master Lu, why are being even more shy now?”
Ning Qing was shy and unable to respond.
“Mum!” Lu Shaoming walked forward and received the thermos flask from Yue Wanqing’s hand. He frowned while looking at Song Yajing, meaning — Don’t say so much.
Song Yajing was delighted. Lu Dinghua interrupted, saying, “Look at this fella fending for the weaker side.”
Lu Shaoming did not bother with them. He sat on the bed and looked at the girl. Her locks were spread messily, and there were a few strands of hair stuck on her elegant neck. Her beautiful, small, white face was pinkish-red. Maybe it was because she had expended a lot of energy giving birth to a child. Her entire being was frail yet beautiful. Her frail shoulders below her pink maternity shirt made the man cherish and love her even more.