Chapter 343: Chapter 343
Time flies; in the blink of an eye, the days passed quickly. Li Si gently touched her slightly swollen belly, feeling a serene peace and the quiet beauty of life.
Ever since she passed the three-month mark, she hadn’t experienced much nausea, and her appetite had been terrific, making everything she ate taste delicious.
Thinking back to the baby’s first fetal movement a few days ago, the scene of both of them getting overwhelmingly excited made Li Si’s lips curl in a perpetual smile.
At first, her stomach kept gurgling and rumbling, and then there were waves of movement back and forth, like a little fish swimming around, blowing bubbles nonstop.
Li Si thought maybe she was hungry, but after eating and lying in bed reading a book, all of a sudden, the left side of her belly twitched. She put down her book in surprise and amazement, calling Leng Mochen to come quickly.
The two of them stared at her belly for a long time. She tried her best to recall how that sensation felt. Suddenly, the two of them brightened up—could this be the so-called fetal movement?
Although the baby’s movements were so faint, for the first time, she felt the baby’s real presence. Joy and excitement filled her heart. It was truly miraculous!
After that, Leng Mochen was even more dramatic, staying by her belly half the night, saying things like, "I’m Daddy, give Daddy a little kick to say hello." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel_fіre.net
Li Si didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but unfortunately, the baby gave no response to this new dad. Even after he fell asleep, the baby remained still.
Seeing him a bit downcast, Li Si comforted him by saying maybe the baby was still too small and tired, and that tomorrow, the baby would surely say hello to him!
Thankfully, the next morning, the baby cooperated and moved when Leng Mochen was chatting while gently stroking her belly.
Perhaps out of guilt or the thought of the grandchild she’d never met, Mrs. Leng now paid extra attention to Li Si.
Almost every few days, she personally visited to bring Li Si food and drinks.
Leng Qiankai, who still spent long periods abroad, now had an additional mission: every time he came back, he would buy things for the future grandchild, from small items like bottles and toys to larger items like strollers and cribs. Anything he couldn’t carry, he would have shipped over.
Mrs. Leng delightedly showed Li Si all the items they had prepared in advance, piling up the nursery they had set up.
Even Li Si felt overwhelmed and tried to talk to Leng Qiankai a few times to stop, but it was no use; he was addicted to shopping.
After being discharged from the hospital, Mr. Leng Sr.’s health seemed even better than before. Some of his old friends joked that even the King of Hell didn’t want him.
The old man had become more cheerful compared to before, especially when he thought about how Mochen’s baby would be born around the New Year. The thought filled him with boundless joy.
However, whenever he thought about Leng Mohao and that child, his brows furrowed in displeasure.
Although he had never met them, information about them inevitably reached him.
In the end, Zeng Qiuping had sent that child off to Y Country, as the scandal surrounding Qian Rouxuan had left an exceedingly negative impact.
Qian Rouxuan was ultimately sentenced to seven years. A prime period in a woman’s life would be spent behind bars, and the thought of it was hard to bear.
Leng Qianhan was still as busy as always, fully supporting his wife’s decision, as he himself was partially responsible for the choice to send the child away.
People often say, "By three, you see the seven; by seven, you see the man." That child was sensitive and extreme, with a superficial way of looking at things and a strong thirst for revenge.
He had considered educating the child properly, but after making some efforts, he realized it was futile.
On the contrary, it made the child even more rebellious. The events of the past were deeply ingrained in the child’s heart, blurring right and wrong, good and evil, with only one constant belief: that his mother was always right.
Some things could only be resolved when he grew mature enough to understand and recognize them on his own. They had no other options.
As for Leng Mohao, he was neither good nor bad. Without financial support from the stock market, his business ventures would have faced much tougher challenges. Seeing Leng Mochen juggle running the Leng Family enterprise alongside Mo Si and thrive only fueled his resentment.
But now, there wasn’t much he could do to stir trouble. Stripped of his status as the eldest grandson of the Leng Family, he amounted to very little.
After some time to reflect, he occasionally wondered if things would have turned out differently had he schemed less back then. Would he not have fallen to where he was now?
But he absolutely refused to believe he was wrong or made any mistakes. To him, the ones at fault were always Mr. Leng Sr. and Leng Qianhan for their lack of vision.
Today was Li Si’s prenatal checkup day. Leng Mochen had cleared his entire schedule early to focus on accompanying her to the four-dimensional ultrasound.
When they saw the baby on the big screen, eyes closed as if sleeping, both new parents were overwhelmed with excitement.
They immediately had the images printed and the footage burned onto a CD as keepsakes.
Looking at the baby’s features—his facial structure resembling Leng Mochen and his lips like Li Si’s—the baby was truly a mix of his parents.
At this moment, they also learned their baby’s gender—a little boy.
Although neither of them favored sons over daughters, knowing the gender did help with preparing, as they wouldn’t need to buy things twice over.
Li Si’s weight hadn’t increased much, perhaps due to her careful attention to diet. Her complexion was also great, and she felt fortunate not to have any facial blemishes or marks.
Not long ago, Simeng had handled a wealthy postpartum client who signed up for a premium card, saying she didn’t care how much it cost as long as the spots on her face could be removed.
Su Meng had even called to talk about it, but Li Si only chuckled and didn’t give it much thought.
Perhaps reversing the flow of a river was possible, but she neither lacked money nor wanted to risk exposing herself for unrelated people.
When Mrs. Leng found out that Li Si was carrying a boy, she was overjoyed. She repeatedly instructed Li Si to take extra care, assuring her to say the word if she craved anything, and she would deliver it personally.
Indeed, all she could do now was keep delivering things and dare not suggest living together with them.
Everyone understood that while some rifts could be mended, the scars would inevitably remain.
For now, maintaining a superficial harmony was enough to satisfy Mrs. Leng. She didn’t dare use her old ways anymore, and she certainly didn’t dare to boss Li Si around, as she knew she had long lost the right to do so.
As soon as Mrs. Leng hung up, she called Mr. Leng. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t thrilled; upon learning it was a grandson, he was overjoyed and decided to buy boys’ toys like cars right away, planning to return to the country immediately.
As for Mr. Leng Sr., there was no need to even mention his joy. He picked up the phone to share the news with his old friends, beaming with pride. Although others’ great-grandchildren were already growing up, his was still on the way. It may have skipped a generation, but he couldn’t be happier.
Thus, this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival saw the Leng Family reunited, with the exception of Leng Mohao and Leng Mo, who was on hospital duty.
Leng Qiankai’s family was full of smiles and exuded pride. In addition to Li Si’s pregnancy, Leng Ning brought her boyfriend, Lei Ming, home to meet the family.
On the other hand, Zeng Qiuping’s expression betrayed a hint of discomfort. Leng Qianhan remained composed as usual, being a man in the system who rarely revealed his emotions; but Zeng Qiuping, not so much. Over the past few months, countless troubles had worn her down—there wasn’t a single thing that went smoothly.
A woman who wants to stay youthful must first have peace of mind, but Zeng Qiuping, ever since the string of incidents caused by Leng Mohao, coupled with the effort of taking care of John, had found herself exhausted and without much joy.
In such a short period, her crow’s feet had become visibly apparent.
Moreover, her features now bore a sternness. She smiled less, and even her nasolabial folds had joined the party. (To be continued. If you enjoy this story, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read this story.)