The driver, Lao Chen, called Du Zhibin and told Du Zhibin the phone call he received from Switzerland.
Not long after, Du Zhibin called Nangong Ling's cell phone: "Brother Ling, that's the eldest lady's number."
Nangong Ling became even more angry now. He had been extremely kind to Nie Tong, but he didn't expect that she would always cause him so much trouble unintentionally: "I understand, you go and investigate this matter.
Let’s see if Nie Tong is causing trouble in the middle.”
After hanging up the phone, Nangong Ling paced back and forth anxiously. Thinking of Jiang Xiyan's current physical condition, he blamed himself to death.
Half an hour later, the baby's cry could only be heard in the operating room.
A nurse was holding a small life in a white package and waving her hands inside. The eyes had not yet been fully opened, the face was wrinkled, and the hair on the head was sparse, with only a few strands of yellowish hair.
"President, it's a boy." The nurse happily hugged the child to Nangong Ling.
Everything went as Nangong Ling wished. He had a daughter, and now he has a son, and his life will be better in the future. He took the crying baby and looked at it with a smile on his face, but he was still thinking about Jiang Xiyan in his heart.
He just glanced at it and handed it to the nurse: "How is Xi'er?"
"Don't worry, CEO. My wife's life is not in danger. She is about to give birth, so she is not a child under a month old. After the operation, my wife will be sent to the VIP ward. After the anesthesia wears off, my wife will wake up."
Nangong Ling was really relieved now and asked the nurse to take the child to the nursery while he waited outside the operating room.
Back in the ward, Jiang Xiyan woke up quickly, but despite Nangong Ling explaining beside her, Jiang Xiyan remained silent.
The servant brought over the stewed chicken soup, and Nangong Ling personally fed it into Jiang Xiyan's mouth.
As the saying goes, there is no overnight feud between husband and wife. With Nangong Ling's explanations in the past few days, coupled with his careful care of Jiang Xiyan, Jiang Xiyan no longer cares about things in Switzerland.
Du Zhibin also reported the investigation situation in Switzerland to Nangong Ling. Although Nie Tong was a little confused mentally, she did not say any harsh words on the phone with Jiang Xiyan, and in the end they just let it go.
Nangong Yue and Jiang's father returned to Dongcheng together. When they saw the newborn baby boy, the family stayed in the ward and smiled happily.
"Mommy, this little brother is so ugly. Look at his face like a little old man." Nangong Yue looked at such a small baby. She just looked down and didn't dare to reach out and touch it.
Nangong Ling came over and held Nangong Yue in his arms, then took her little hand and gently touched the baby's face: "You were like this when you were just born, and your appearance will change as you grow older."
"Wow, Daddy, the skin on little brother's face is so tender, even tenderer than mine." Nangong Yue didn't hear what Nangong Ling said at all, she just looked at the baby eye to eye for fun.
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After a while, the baby was defeated in Nangong Yue's eyes. He turned his eyes to look in other directions from time to time, and then suddenly cried "Wow...".
Nangong Yue and Nangong Lingquan were frightened and at a loss.
"The baby must be hungry, Ling, go and ask the nurse to feed him milk powder." After all, Jiang Xiyan has experience in raising children, not to mention that the baby who has just been born has nothing to do except eat and drink, so it doesn't matter if he is hungry.
He would say that he must cry to ask adults for food.
The nurse rushed over after hearing the child's cry, picked up the baby and walked to the nursery.
"Okay, Yueyue, let's go back first and let mommy have a rest early." Jiang's father still felt sorry for his daughter. Nangong Yue had been in the hospital for a whole day, and Jiang Xiyan didn't get a good sleep either.
"Okay, mommy, grandpa and I will go back first, and we'll come over to see you and your little brother tomorrow." Nangong Yue kissed Jiang Xiyan on the face, then kissed Nangong Ling on the face, and then she was reluctant to leave.
Leaving the hospital with my grandpa.
Nangong Ling brought over the already heated pork rib soup, picked up a spoon and tested the temperature. It didn't feel particularly hot, and then he started feeding Jiang Xiyan one bite at a time.
Although Jiang Xiyan was relatively weak, she was not weak enough to let others take care of her. She also refused several times, but was stopped by Nangong Ling. In the end, she had no choice but to let Nangong Ling feed her herself.
"Let's make some light porridge tomorrow. I don't want to eat these." Jiang Xiyan frowned and coquettishly looked at Nangong Ling.
Nangong Ling did not stop what he was doing. The food sent by the servant was all prepared by a specialized postpartum nutritionist. In order to allow Jiang Xiyan to recover smoothly, he did not dare to easily agree to such a request. He did not have tomorrow's recipe yet.
It's too clear.
"Be good, you'll get used to it. The nutritionist won't let you eat meat every day, don't worry."
Jiang Xiyan couldn't help it. Thinking of the rich family's daughter-in-law's diet, her head got big. She would rather live a civilian life than be manipulated like this. She even had to think about how to restore her figure.
I remember that when Nangong Yue was born, although Wen Weichen insisted on hiring a nutritionist for her, she refused. Later, her figure recovered very well, but this time in Nangong Ling's hands, it seemed that sometimes she didn't even say a word.
How it works.
After dinner, Nangong Ling turned on the computer in the corner of the ward and started working. Anyway, he was relying on Jiang Xiyan now, for fear that Jiang Xiyan might do something outrageous if he left.
"By the way, husband, is it time for our baby to be named?" Jiang Xiyan looked at it with a dictionary. She wanted to close her eyes and turn a page at random, and name whatever she saw, but in the end she decided
She gave up because those words chilled her heart.
Nangong Ling stopped what he was doing. He actually had his own ideas about the name of his child. Now that Jiang Xiyan had brought it up, he could discuss it with her.
When he came to Jiang Xiyan's bedside, Nangong Ling took off his shoes and covered herself with Jiang Xiyan's quilt. He took out the dictionary in Jiang Xiyan's hand and put it on the bedside table: "I have thought of a name, but I don't want it."
Know what you think."
Jiang Xiyan leaned in Nangong Ling's arms, her hands naturally crossed with Nangong Ling's. This is her favorite posture, the five fingers intersecting, which seems to be the intersection of heart and heart: "Tell me and listen."
"Nangong Jiangkai, my last name, plus yours, the regular character also means model. I hope that when he grows up, he can have a brilliant life and career like his predecessors." Before the baby was born,
Nangong Ling had thought that if it were a boy, giving him such a name would be his hope for future generations.
"Nangong Jiangkai...Jiang Kai..." Jiang Xiyan read it several times vaguely. This name was an expression of Nangong Ling's love for her. Naturally, she had no objection: "Okay, then call her Nangong Jiang."