Chapter 535: Chapter 535

The aunt spoke directly, teaching Chu Munan how to hold the child in a way that would make the child feel comfortable.

At first, when he held the little bundle in his arms, Chu Munan’s body could be described as stiff to the point of great discomfort, he even dared not to move an inch more than necessary.

Assistant Chen had followed Chu Munan into the room, and now seeing his boss holding a child so unnaturally and cautiously, he almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, didn’t his boss apparently not like children?

He recalled that once, a child from someone’s family took advantage of an inattentive security guard and ran straight into the company, even into the CEO’s private elevator. By chance, the child encountered the CEO. Upon seeing the mischievous brat, the CEO’s face turned dark immediately, and without a word, had the child taken away and the guards on duty that day all fired.

There was also the time during the company’s annual party when a relative of the CEO brought a baby a few months old, and someone jokingly suggested that the CEO should hold the baby. The CEO glanced indifferently at the child and then disdainfully averted his gaze which instantly turned the atmosphere very awkward. Afterwards, rumors slowly began to spread in the company that the CEO didn’t like children at all. Otherwise, why wouldn’t a man who was almost thirty years old be married with children?

No, he didn’t even have a girlfriend.

There had even been a time when rumors spread within the company that their CEO was... gay!

But now, Assistant Chen noticed carefully that when their CEO held the child, his facial expression was unexpectedly soft, and even a hint of... doting could be faintly discerned in the man’s eyes.

Assistant Chen decided, once they returned to Beijing to work, if anyone dared to say that their CEO was an insulator to children, he would have a bone to pick with them.

The key point is, it has to be the child of whom, and it probably must be... a daughter!

After all, he’d also seen the look of disgust on their CEO’s face when he knew the wet nurse was holding a baby boy, which was not hidden at all.

Neither of the two little ones had been named yet. The small bundle, when just passed from the aunt’s embrace to Chu Munan, seemed to sense something as it pouted in an almost crying expression. But when Chu Munan took it in his arms, the baby’s mouth was no longer pouted, and it even moved its little hands, though its eyes did not open.

Chu Munan, holding that tiny bundle, had a myriad of thoughts in his mind, but more than that, he felt as though his heart seemed to have softened into something tender, and even when holding this child, his movements were all the more careful, afraid of accidentally hurting her in any way.

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When Song Qiao woke up, it was already afternoon. Cries of children along with the soothing voices of wet nurses and the faint sounds of someone teasing a crying baby could be heard in the hospital room.

Her head ached terribly before she even opened her eyes, probably because she’d slept for too long. At first, she struggled to open her eyes, but as the crying of the children got louder, she forced herself to open them.

"Sis, you’re awake!" As soon as Song Qiao opened her eyes, a somewhat childish face suddenly appeared right in front of her, wearing a surprised and joyful smile.

Inside the hospital room, Assistant Chen was also there. Hearing sounds, he came over to take a look and found that Song Qiao had indeed woken up. He was relieved and quickly said, "I’ll go out and call the doctor to check on Miss Song." Saying that, he turned and left the room.

Song Qiao closed her eyes again, and only after a moment did she reopen them. Her throat was extremely dry. It took a while before she could utter a few words, "Shinian, get me a glass of water."

Mu Shinian quickly responded, turned around to fetch water, raised the height of the hospital bed after bringing the water, then handed the glass to Song Qiao’s lips for her to drink.

After drinking water, Song Qiao felt much more comfortable. The thirst she had felt before was like someone who had walked in the desert for too long, nearly dying of thirst.

After finishing the water, Song Qiao looked around the hospital room and didn’t see her children, subconsciously frowning.

Although Song Qiao didn’t say it directly, Mu Shinian could already tell what she wanted to say, and quickly explained, "Munan and Auntie took the babies out for a checkup. Sister, wait a moment, Auntie brought you chicken soup earlier, I’ll pour some for you to drink."

Because they didn’t know when Song Qiao would wake up, the chicken soup was always ready. The one from noon was directly given to Chu Munan to drink; although he was reluctant at first, he somehow ended up drinking it all later.

The current chicken soup was freshly made by the Auntie and still kept in a thermos bottle, probably still hot. Mu Shinian found a ceramic bowl and took it to the washroom to clean.

Just as Mu Shinian walked into the washroom, the door to the hospital room opened again, and Chu Munan walked in with a little bundle in his arms, followed by the Auntie and the wet nurse, who was also holding a child.

The man immediately saw the woman half-sitting on the hospital bed, paused for a moment, then a warm smile appeared on his face. He quickly approached the bed and gently asked, "You’re awake? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Song Qiao shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips, "I’m fine."

Her gaze then fell onto the little bundle Chu Munan was holding, her face revealing a soft smile.

Chu Munan followed her gaze to the baby girl in his arms, understanding immediately, and handed the child to her, "This is our daughter, born a few minutes after our son. The first one to come out was the son; we haven’t named them yet. We were waiting for you to wake up to name them."

Song Qiao took the child, and perhaps because maternal instinct is inherently sensitive, she seemed to know how to hold the baby without needing to be taught. She held the tiny bundle in her arms, her heart filled with tenderness, her face all aglow with a loving expression.

Perhaps sensing that their mother had woken up, and not being held by her, the male baby in the wet nurse’s arms began to cry with a wail. As soon as the baby boy started crying, the orderly baby girl in Song Qiao’s arms suddenly also started with a wail, filling the room with the cries of two children for a moment.

Chu Munan glanced at the baby boy in the wet nurse’s arms, and his expression immediately darkened.

This little rascal really does cry on cue.