Outside the delivery room, Leng Shaoxun and his wife were waiting anxiously. Although Mrs. Leng was not particularly kind to Yan Jianing on weekdays, at this critical moment, her worries came from the bottom of her heart.
"Daddy, Mommy!" Leng Mohan called.
"Mohan, how's the situation going with the old man?" Leng Shaoxun took a step forward and asked first.
Leng Mohan shook his head, "I don't know yet, grandpa hasn't come out yet."
"Okay, then I'll go over there first. You and your mommy are waiting for Jianing here. Which floor is the operating room on?" Leng Shaoxun asked calmly.
"Fifth floor." Leng Mohan frowned and replied, his worry evident.
When Leng Shaoxun walked past him, his expression was serious, but he patted Leng Mohan's shoulder with obvious comfort and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry too much, everything will be fine."
Although Leng Mohan nodded, the worry on his face did not diminish at all.
Leng Shaoxun went upstairs, while Leng Mohan sat down next to his mother, staring at the direction of the delivery room, and began to unconsciously replay the previous scene in his mind - he actually treated Yan Jianing, who had been pregnant for nearly ten months.
Having said such irresponsible and extremely cruel words, even the old man became so angry, not to mention the extent of Yan Jianing's own injuries, right?
Thinking like this, Leng Mohan felt so regretful that he wished he could die immediately. His slender fingers inserted deeply into his thick black short hair, tearing at the roots of the hair, as if he wanted to tear off his scalp.
"Mohan, don't be like this." Seeing her precious son in such pain, Mrs. Leng squeezed to Leng Mohan's side with great distress and pulled down his raised hands.
"Mommy..." Leng Mohan turned to look at Madam Leng, his voice was hoarse and tired, which made Madam Leng feel even more distressed. He continued: "Mommy, am I a bastard?"
When Mrs. Leng heard this, she felt her heart throbbing hard. Her beloved son, whom she loved most, was tortured by emotions again. This was already the third time. She was really worried that it would continue like this.
Leng Mohan will collapse.
"Son, it doesn't happen. Mommy knows you didn't mean it either." Mrs. Leng comforted her weakly.
"No...no, Mommy, I did it on purpose. I just...just don't want to be responsible for the child in Jianing's belly. I just want her to abort that child. I am a complete bastard!!!"
The more Leng Mohan talked, the more excited he became, and his whole body started to tremble. If there was a wall in front of him, Mrs. Leng believed that he would hit it without hesitation.
Madam Leng immediately hugged Leng Mohan's already tall and mighty body, patted his back as she did when she was a child, and said: "Mohan, Mommy knows that you can't force feelings. If you don't like her, you can't force her."
Such thoughts are also very normal.”
"But...but I didn't say anything in the past few months, but I said something like that at the last moment..." Leng Mohan still couldn't wake up from the deep self-blame.
"Then find a way to make up for it!" Madam Leng said suddenly and crisply.
Leng Mohan suddenly looked at her in surprise, his thin lips slightly parted, as if he couldn't believe that his mother would say such a thing. He could feel that her mother didn't like Yan Jianing either, but now she took the initiative to say that she wanted to
He makes up for it.
Mrs. Leng smiled slightly and said: "Although Mommy doesn't really like this girl who entered the Leng family, but after getting along with her for this period of time, Mommy can see that she is sincere to you. Compared to that... cough
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Madam Leng almost said the name "Bai Yawei". Although she stopped abruptly at the right time, the atmosphere had become awkward. How could Leng Mohan not know what Madam Leng was going to say?!
Mrs. Leng secretly glanced at her son beside her, and seeing Leng Mohan's face suddenly darkened, she knew that Leng Mohan had not forgotten Bai Yawei, and this was also what she was most worried about.
If you cannot forget the past, you cannot start the future.
Neither Yan Jianing nor anyone else will be able to enter his heart, and then he will never be able to obtain true happiness.
Silence fell suddenly.
The long silence filled the outside of the delivery room, making Mrs. Leng feel a little out of breath, but the sudden painful screams from inside the delivery room successfully attracted the attention of the two.
It was Yan Jianing who was calling.
Leng Mohan's heart suddenly tightened. If anything happened to Yan Jianing or the child, he would live with guilt for the rest of his life.
I don't know how long the tense atmosphere lasted. Leng Mohan's heart kept rising and falling along with Yan Jianing's voice inside. Until the light on the door went out, he stood up and came to the door of the delivery room to wait.
The door opened, and the doctor came out. He took off his mask and looked at Leng Mohan and Mrs. Leng with a smile. The expression on his face was unexpectedly relaxed. He said, "Both the adults and the child are safe, and the child is still healthy."
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When Leng Mohan heard this, his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.
Thinking about it, Yan Jianing was already nearly ten months pregnant, so she didn't give birth too early.
Mrs. Leng also had a relaxed smile on her face, looked at Leng Mohan and said, "Look, you don't have to worry now, right?"
Leng Mohan smiled bitterly, and she still didn't know if Yan Jianing was willing to forgive him.
The nurse followed and walked out, holding the newly born little life in her arms. The child's cry was unexpectedly loud. Leng Mohan stepped forward to pick up the child with great excitement, looking at the pink and wrinkled little face.
Face, at that moment, he actually had the urge to cry.
He actually has a child! He, Leng Mohan, actually has a child too!
Immediately afterwards, Yan Jianing was also pushed out. Her face was very pale, and her originally smart eyes were only opened slightly, staring at the child in Leng Mohan's arms.
Leng Mohan held the child in her arms and followed the nurses, then brought the child to Yan Jianing for her to see.
A warm smile bloomed on Yan Jianing's pale face, but her voice was very sad. She said: "Anyway, he has come to this world, give him a name!"
The smile on Leng Mohan's face froze. Hearing this, he knew that Yan Jianing was still blaming him. Leng Mohan looked at her with an obscure look and said, "Let me think about it."
After hearing this, Yan Jianing's eyes closed, and when she was about to be pushed into the ward, she suddenly opened them again and asked, "Is grandpa okay?"
"I don't know yet." Leng Mohan said truthfully.
Yan Jianing opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into a heavy lament.
Leng Mohan stood at the door of the ward with her child in her arms, looked down at the child who was still crying in her arms, and said lightly: "Leng Yan, let's call him Leng Yan (Yan)!"
"Lengyan?" Mrs. Leng whispered and repeated, "Yeah. It's a good name."