Chapter 3: III. First Meeting Chapter 3: III. First Meeting Qin Yushen suddenly felt an impulse to touch the baby’s face, but before his hand could reach the baby’s face, the baby’s soft little hand grasped his finger.
Warm, the soft touch made Qin Yushen pause for a moment before he regained his composure, his lips slowly curving into a smile. The feeling of being held by the small hand was comfortable; he liked it very much.
Song Yanxue looked at this scene with surprise. Didn’t Brother Yushen dislike being touched by others? Why didn’t he shake off the little sister’s hand? Could it be that in Brother Yushen’s eyes, the little sister was cuter and more beautiful than her?
A feeling of displeasure and jealousy rose in her heart. Glancing at the baby on the bed, Song Yanxue secretly made a decision; she would never like this sister again.
The little baby withdrew her hand, lazily stretched, yawned, and slowly closed her eyes. She didn’t like others touching her face.
Losing the soft touch in his hand, Qin Yushen inexplicably felt a sense of loss. He looked at the baby who had drifted off to sleep with a hint of confusion in his eyes. From a young age, he had disliked being too close to others, even his own mother, but he couldn’t defy her and had to compromise. However, this was the first time he had taken the initiative to touch someone, and even he couldn’t understand this abnormal behavior.
“Little sister has fallen asleep again. Why does she like to sleep so much?” Song Yanli looked uninterestedly at the baby in the bed.
“Little sister is still young. When she grows up, she can play with you,” Song Yufeng said, smiling and ruffling Song Yanli’s hair.
“Oh!” Song Yanli nodded, enlightened.
“Brother Yushen, let’s go out and play,” Song Yanxue looked at Qin Yushen, her delicate face beaming with a radiant smile, making her look beautiful and cute like a porcelain doll. She somewhat regretted bringing Brother Yushen to see the little sister.
Qin Yushen glanced at the baby on the bed, nodded, and started walking towards the exit. Her eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen, giving him the urge to take another look, but he was too shy to wake her up.
Liu Shanyue looked at her watch, stood up, and said, “Haoming should be arriving soon. I’ll go check on the baby. After seeing the baby, I won’t come here anymore.” She had already made plans with Haoming, as they had things to do later, so she couldn’t stay at the hospital for too long.
Yang Xin’er hesitated slightly before speaking, “Xiao Yue, to be honest with you, the little daughter I gave birth to is very ugly; not only ugly, but her face is also covered in birth hair. I didn’t tell you before because I was afraid of scaring you.” Anyways, she had already decided that once she was discharged, she would call her parents to send the little daughter to their place.
Her parents were retired doctors who had lived in Beijing in their youth. After retirement, finding Beijing too bustling and unsuitable for retirement, they settled in a remote mountain village. Although the village was poor, the air was indeed very good; otherwise, she would have persuaded her parents to come back to Beijing long ago.
During festivals, she and Yufeng would visit them, but the roads there were not easy to travel. Every time they drove there, she would get so dizzy from the bumpy ride.
If her parents were unwilling to take in the little daughter, she wouldn’t force it, but she definitely planned to send her away. She didn’t want to see her ugly face every day, as it would affect her mood.
“It’s okay, I’ll go have a look,” Liu Shanyue smiled nonchalantly. Children always vary in appearance, and she often heard that the uglier a child is at birth, the more beautiful they grow up to be.
“Xiao Yue, I hope you can keep this a secret for me,” Yang Xin’er said helplessly as she failed to dissuade Liu Shanyue.
“Sure,” Liu Shanyue nodded. She thought Xin’er was being too much; what does it matter whether a child is pretty or not? They are still her own flesh and blood. If she could have a daughter, she would definitely give her all the best things in the world, but sadly she could no longer have children. When she gave birth to Yushen, she had a severe hemorrhage, and although she managed to save her life, she lost her ability to bear children.
Yang Xin’er smiled and turned to Zhang Xiaoling, “Mom, could you please take Xiao Yue to see the baby?” She had known Xiao Yue for so many years and trusted her deeply.
“Sure,” Zhang Xiaoling nodded and smiled at Liu Shanyue, “Xiao Yue, come with me; the baby is in the next room.”
“Thank you, Aunt Song!” Liu Shanyue nodded and followed Zhang Xiaoling out of the room.
Feeling a bit sleepy, Yang Xin’er was about to close her eyes and rest for a while when she heard footsteps and turned to see Song Yufeng walking in, “Yufeng, come here; I have something to discuss with you.”
Song Yufeng nodded and sat down by the bed, seeing Yang Xin’er’s eyes covered by her hair, he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear.
Yang Xin’er reached out and held Song Yufeng’s hand, gazing at him tenderly and happily, “Yufeng, I’m planning to send Xiao Ning to my parent’s place in the countryside.”
Song Yufeng slightly furrowed his brows, “When?” He knew Xin’er didn’t like their little daughter, but sending her away seemed too cruel. After all, that was their biological daughter, and she was still so young.
“After I’m discharged, I’ll call my parents,” Yang Xin’er said. She obviously hoped the sooner, the better, but she had to speak to her parents personally about it. She knew she would be scolded for it, but being scolded was better than having to look at that monstrosity every day.
“How about we wait until the New Year to discuss it? We can visit mom and dad together then,” suggested Song Yufeng. Maybe Xin’er and Xiao Ning would spend more time together, and perhaps Xin’er would grow to like Xiao Ning and be reluctant to send her away. The doctor also mentioned that the lanugo on Xiao Ning’s face would naturally fall off, and maybe within a month, Xiao Ning’s face would be clear of it.
“No, I can’t let others know I gave birth to an ugly child,” Yang Xin’er immediately objected, her attitude adamant.
Song Yufeng shook his head helplessly, “Does mom know?” Xiao Ning was the Song family’s granddaughter; mom should not agree to sending her away.
Yang Xin’er nodded, “I’ve told mom, and she has agreed.”
Song Yufeng opened his mouth in astonishment. Mom actually agreed? How was that possible?
