When Tang Feng heard that his daughter had started the car, he didn't even have time to put on his socks. He put on his down jacket over his pajamas and drove out.
I arrived at the hospital in twenty minutes and was already sweating profusely.
Even though Xun Lang repeatedly assured on the phone that Tang Yili only relied on him, Tang Feng was still frightened.
He entered the ward and found that his daughter was indeed making normal progress. He breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he couldn't care about anything else. Except for the need to avoid internal examinations, at other times, Tang Feng stayed beside Tang Yili.
Never leave.
Finally, after eight hours, the east turned white, and the baby's cry came from the delivery room.
Xun Lang rubbed his dry and tired eyes and stood up from the bench outside the corridor. He did not rush in immediately, but stood at the door and hesitated for a moment.
He was not sure if he was the person Tang Yili welcomed.
Soon, the ward door opened, and Tang Feng walked out with a joyful face, "Did you hear that I gave birth to a big fat baby? The nurse came out just now and told me that everything is fine."
Tangfeng Laohuai sighed comfortingly, "Ah Li really suffered this time."
After saying that, he couldn't help but wipe the moisture under his eyes, and then he remembered, "Why don't you come in and wait?"
Xun Lang was sad.
What makes people regretful is not the boundary that Tang Yili drew with him, nor the failure to witness the birth of his son, but his countless hesitations.
In the past eight hours, there have been countless opportunities. He could have rushed in, hugged Tang Yili, told her that he still loved her, and asked her to stay and not go to France. In the years to come, he
I am willing to respect her, listen to her ideas, and will not tie her up with shackles.
Please stay for me, can you?
That was his last confession, but he didn't rush in to tell her.
At the most vulnerable moment of Tang Yili, he didn't do anything. When his son fell to the ground, the moment when he lost Tang Yili was coming.
I don't know what kind of mood he was in, full of expectation and despair, Xun Lang walked into the ward.
The ward is very quiet. Occasionally, the midwife will come out and explain some instructions to family members, and her voice is extremely gentle.
He couldn't imagine the brutality of a woman's delivery, nor did he know how her wife returned to the tranquility she felt after suffering severe pain last night.
Xun Lang's heart surged and he suppressed the pain.
The delivery room, which was only separated from the ward by a door, opened again. At that moment, there was the sound of ticking instruments and the occasional cry of a baby. Xun Lang stood tall, his throat tight, waiting for this and...
Seeing my son for the first time in his life.
Soon, Tang Yili was pushed out, and the lift bed was adjusted to a small angle. She leaned on it quietly, her consciousness clear, but extremely tired. Under such a situation, her eyes were unusually firm and calm.
Such a holy look made Xun Lang panic for a moment.
He unconsciously took a step forward, his urge to hug her was suppressed again.
Xun Lang's straight body was only slightly bent in an inconspicuous arc.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ali."
Tang Yili smiled weakly, having no strength to speak.
The little nurse next to her came out at the right time holding the child in her arms, "Dad and grandpa, take a look at your little prince."
Born into such a prominent family, and being the eldest son of someone in power, he is not a real little prince, so what is he? Even Tang Feng standing aside would laugh and sigh, this child is so good at reincarnation.
The pink, waxy, wrinkled little thing was wrapped in a pink-blue quilt. He yawned and turned around to sleep, not knowing how lucky he was.
Xun Lang's jaw tightened, and he took the swaddling clothes seriously and nervously. With his tall body and strong arms, he held the little bundle in his arms, almost immersed in his father's muscular body. The picture is of strength and weakness.
The ultimate contrast.
Xun Lang moved extremely carefully. The moment the child was in his arms, his heart filled with sourness. He was almost defeated by emotion and almost shed tears.
It was his and Tang Yili's child, sharing their common blood, like him and like her. This was all the answers to him in the past five years.
He got the child and lost Tang Yili.
Next to him, Tang Feng was eager to give it a try and also wanted to hug the child. Xun Lang carefully passed it over again, and Tang Feng smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.
"Oh, this little baby has a nose and mouth like Ah Li, and eyebrows and eyebrows like Xun Lang... I can't get enough of it..."
Tang Feng couldn't put it down and walked around the house holding her until the confinement nurse and the nurse came over and urged him to take the baby to breastfeed and put him to sleep. Tang Feng handed the baby over, but he was worried and followed them to the other side.
Baby room.
Tang Yili was settled, and the nurses and doctors were withdrawn. They were the only two people left in the ward.
Xun Lang sat on the chair next to the bed, resting his elbows on the edge of the bed, and took Tang Yili's hand.
"Thanks for your hard work."
He thanked me again, as if he didn't know what to say other than that.
People who are in pain are extremely calm after suffering. Coupled with the effect of anesthesia, Tang Yili slowly pulled his lips and asked with a smile: "Have you given the child a name?"
Xun Lang nodded.
He not only came up with a name, but also came up with two names. His surname could be Tang or Xun. They once joked and agreed that the child would have the mother's surname, saying that they would pass on the excellent traditions of Zhai Mansion.
Now I only like Tang Yili.
"What do you want the child's name to be?" he asked.
Of course Tang Yili remembered the previous agreement. She pondered for a moment and said, "Let's keep our surname Xun."
"I can't grow up with my child, and he is raised by your side. If his surname is not Xun, I'm afraid others will look down on him."
The unbearable tears finally fell.
Tang Yili still couldn't control her guilt and heartache when she thought that her struggling child would face a childhood without a mother.
She opened her lips slightly and slowed down her breathing to stop the sour feeling.
Xun Lang also had red eyes at the same time, "Tang Yili, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have allowed you to give birth to this child against your wishes."
It's even more inappropriate to let Tang Yili choose between freedom and her children.
The world may judge Tang Yili as a cruel mother, but what is truly cruel is the man who uses his child to try to control her.
It was Xun Lang who caused the subsequent separation, and he had no right to ask Tang Yili to stay.
Tang Yili's expression did not change. Perhaps it was because the anesthesia had just worn off and she had no time to react. She turned to the window with a faint smile on her face.
It was already bright outside, and after a whole night's work, a ray of dawn shone on the hospital bed.
"Xun Lang, let's get divorced when the child is one year old."
Her tone was like asking someone to watch a youth movie on a sunny afternoon.
Xun Lang's voice was also calm and gentle, "Okay."
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