noffsinger Chapter 348 - 338: The Cycle of Life
Chapter 348 - 338: The Cycle of Life
This time, Cheng Xue’s childbirth was not smooth. The child was a bit large, and her pelvis was small. Being able to deliver this child naturally was quite an ordeal, with some cuts made down there, and now it’s burning painfully.
Previously in the delivery room, she didn’t want to cry; the tears in the corner of her eyes were purely due to the physical pain. Now that she’s out and sees her closest ones, truly... all her strength crumbles, and all grievances surge into her heart.
"Yeah, I know, I know it all. This time our Xiao Xue baby has suffered a lot, you were amazing. Luckily the little rascal is finally born, I’ll spank his butt later to avenge you, okay?"
As he spoke, Wang Jia Bao tightly held Cheng Xue’s hand, giving her strength, and soon they reached the ward, one walking and one lying down. Wang Jia Bao carried her to the hospital bed with a princess carry.
"No, I barely managed to give birth to him, you can’t bully him." Cheng Xue was in severe pain, slightly furrowing her brows, but happiness still shone in her eyes. A mother’s strength, a mother’s resilience, a mother’s invincibility...
"Alright, whatever you say." Wang Jia Bao’s heart ached for her, now whatever she says goes.
"Are you hungry? Want some water? Let me wipe your body..." He didn’t know how to share some of her burden, eagerly wanting to do something.
"No need, I’m tired and want to sleep for a while, you look after the baby..." Cheng Xue was truly exhausted, having endured a whole day, she was already worn out, managing a few words only because of the pain.
"Alright, you rest well, I’ll watch over you and the baby." Wang Jia Bao tucked her in gently, patting her softly and humming a little tune.
Cheng Xue quickly fell asleep, sleeping sweetly, with only happiness in her dreams, not pain.
Meanwhile, Liu Yulan and Wang Baoxing had also calmed down from their excitement; Liu Yulan remembered how her own son had swindled her. Just thinking of teaching him a lesson, she saw the two sharing such a warm moment, and suddenly she stopped in her tracks, showing a maternal smile.
Holding her grandson, she looked over him again and again, her mood utterly joyful.
Forget it, it’s water under the bridge, why bring it up now? Isn’t this the best outcome?
The Wang Family’s only grandson was named Wang Qilin, nicknamed Shoushou, destined to be loved from birth.
Luckily the elders in the family have upright principles and never compromise on their values. Thus, under their guidance, though he was showered with all kinds of love, he didn’t grow up spoiled, remaining a cheerful and bright young boy.
Not long after Wang Qilin’s birth, Jiang Huilan also gave birth to a beautiful daughter named Huang Xinai, nicknamed Xinxin.
In contrast, the Huang Family showed no gender bias, exceptionally doting on this little girl too.
Due to Huang Tianyu’s unreliability, the old master of the Huang Family had no high expectations of him, only hoping he’d marry and settle down peacefully. Given that the family’s grandchildren were already plenty, there was no urgent desire for more.
This was a relief, as Bai Li’s needless worries vanished upon seeing the Huang Family’s attitude.
Although in the past year both women were pregnant, their focus on work was insufficient, yet the Xuelan Company still earned a fortune. After all, a strong team has no weak links.
Actually, Xuelan Clothing had long established its own operating model; even without the two leaders, the company could run smoothly.
The policy had fully opened up at this time, everything seemed to be moving towards a beautiful direction.
In the spring of 1984, the willow waved by the embankment, and flowers bloomed abundantly. In this splendid spring light, the Jiang Family was hit with tragic news.
Old Master Jiang was not doing well, surrounded by children and grandchildren at the end.
Everything came too suddenly, too quickly.
Clearly, not long ago, he happily attended little Xinxin’s full-month banquet, had a little drink, and returned home joyfully.
Suddenly he lay in bed unable to get up, in just half a month, his body gradually deteriorated.
Birth, aging, illness, and death, so fragile and unpredictable.
Mr. Jiang had reached a venerable age, considered a joyous funeral. Yet for the family, it was indescribably painful.
After a bustling funeral, the family visibly became thinner.
When someone is forever gone from the home, there’s always this or that discomfort.
Like getting up early for exercise, no longer is there someone standing quietly in the corner watching them, observing them. Whenever they lifted their heads, they could see that kind elder...
Sometimes the children would slip up, calling "Great-grandfather..." At those times, everyone would fall silent, then change the subject, diverting their attention.
Forgetting everything takes time; the most and least we have is time.
How to allocate it wisely within our limited lives, not wasting a minute, savoring this beautiful time.
This is something Wang Miaomiao often thinks about lately.
Every day there’s much to do, it seems time is packed full. Yet reflecting on these busy times, how much is truly meaningful, valuable, profound, and meaningful...
Alright, perhaps she’s overthinking...
Wang Miaomiao lay on the rocking chair under the grape trellis in the courtyard, squinting in the warm sunlight, a half-read foreign classic covering her little belly, bathing in sunlight too.
Such leisurely and carefree days have always been her dream.
"Mom, Mom, come quick, brother’s fighting again..."
Alas... such rare leisure, rare enjoyment, always so brief.
With four little rascals at home, day by day they’re mischievous, their cleverness sometimes adorable, sometimes so annoying.
"Coming..." Wang Miaomiao muttered drowsily, squinting, slowly adjusting to the sunlight before opening her eyes, then lazily sat up but didn’t move further.
Xiao Xuanxuan had already trotted over, reaching her side and shaking her hand, "Mom, we should hurry, I think this time second brother will win."
Wang Miaomiao raised her brows, this girl, not anxious at all, clearly enjoying the show.
Jiang Yan’s daily morning exercise wasn’t for nothing. Now they’re all practicing military-style boxing, all energetic and full of vitality.
Having many children also has advantages; there’s no shortage of partners for sparring.
Especially the twins, about the same age, playing together from childhood, knowing each other even better than themselves.
Lately, they seem obsessed with sparring, each unwilling to concede, seeking chances, creating chances, determined to have a bout.
Wang Miaomiao was so overwhelmed by them, she gave up arguing about trivial matters with them.