How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 170 - 156: Becoming Parents for the First Time

Chapter 170: Chapter 156: Becoming Parents for the First Time

As soon as Fang Anning heard the baby crying, she hastily tried to sit up nervously.

But as soon as she moved, she couldn’t help but let out a pained moan, frightening He Tingchen, who quickly supported her and said, "Don’t move around, does the wound hurt?"

Fang Anning nodded with a pained expression.

However, she quickly said to him, "Don’t worry about me for now, go check on the baby."

He Tingchen made sure she was lying comfortably, then went to look at the little one who was crying loudly.

The little one was tightly clenching his tiny fists, seemingly using all his strength to bawl.

Because he was straining so much, his little face had turned bright red.

"Comfort him," Fang Anning, heartbroken by his continuous crying, reminded He Tingchen.

He Tingchen gently patted the baby’s little chest, but it was of no use.

"He’s still crying," He Tingchen turned back and said to Fang Anning.

"You pick him up and soothe him; he might be scared of being alone and wants someone to hold him," said Fang Anning.

"But how should I hold him?" asked He Tingchen.

Fang Anning: "..."

Could it be that the ever-capable He Tingchen didn’t even know how to hold a child?

Seeing his pitiful look as he sought her help, Fang Anning sighed.

Indeed, everyone has their weaknesses, everyone has bagels.

"Pick him up and hand him to me," said Fang Anning.

At that moment, nurses and maids, hearing the noise, ran in, but Fang Anning waved them away at the door.

After all, it’s their child, they can’t always rely on others.

He Tingchen did as Fang Anning instructed, attempting to pick up the baby.

But it was only when he picked him up that he realized just how soft the little one was.

Light as cotton, his head too was soft, almost as if it could fall off if handled too roughly, scaring him into extreme caution. He was very gentle, afraid of hurting the little one.

Fang Anning, seeing He Tingchen being so careful, almost died of laughter.

However, she couldn’t laugh; laughing would make her wound hurt.

She could only suppress her laughter, watching as He Tingchen, holding the baby as if he were a bomb, carefully handed him to her.

"Be gentle, he’s very soft, really so soft," He Tingchen whispered after placing the baby beside her.

Perhaps there was a mother-child connection, for the previously bawling little one stopped crying as soon as he was next to Fang Anning.

He opened his big round eyes, looking around as if he had seen Fang Anning, and fixed his gaze on her without moving.

He also made a "woo woo" sound.

Seeing this, He Tingchen was amazed and quickly asked in a low voice, "Does he recognize you?"

Fang Anning smiled and said, "He is my child, of course, he recognizes me. Besides, I have a scent he likes on me, so he feels secure by my side and naturally he stops crying."

"You have a scent he likes on you?" He Tingchen was puzzled.

Then he leaned in and sniffed Fang Anning too.

Fang Anning blushed and quickly pushed his face away saying, "Don’t smell, it’s not a scent you like."

At this time, the little one began to cry again.

He cried while his little mouth searched around, as if looking for something.

Having read many books before giving birth, Fang Anning naturally knew what the little one was searching for.

Before she woke up, the maid probably fed him formula milk, now that she was awake, naturally it was time for breastfeeding.

But with He Tingchen here, she felt embarrassed.

So she said to He Tingchen, "You go out first, I have something to do."

"What is it?" He Tingchen asked.

Fang Anning blushed and said, "Nursing."

He Tingchen’s face also turned red suddenly, and he quickly went out.

Fang Anning couldn’t help but smile, enduring the pain as she shifted her position and unbuttoned her clothes to nurse the baby.

The little one clenched his tiny fists and ate eagerly.

It was a bit painful due to the biting, but more than that, there was a sense of fulfillment.

The little one that Fang Anning had just thought was unsightly now seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

After the baby was full, she had the maid come in to help burp him.

Initially, she wanted He Tingchen to do it for the baby but He Tingchen refused to touch him at all.

He said the baby was too small and fragile, he was afraid of hurting him and would hold him when he got a bit bigger.

Fang Anning felt a slight disappointment in her heart, always feeling that He Tingchen didn’t like the baby.

But seeing He Tingchen tenderly watching the baby sleep, she thought she might be overthinking it.

Because she gave birth to such a healthy grandson for the He family and cured He Zirui’s illness,

Old Mr. He was so happy that he directly rewarded her with a mansion and five hundred million in assets.

Fang Anning was shocked when she heard the amount and immediately said, "No no, this is something I wanted to do... I can’t accept such a big gift from you."

"This is for my great-grandson; you have to accept it whether you like it or not." Old Mr. He said authoritatively.

He lowered his head to look at the adorable baby, feeling joyful inside.

In public, he decided that when the baby was one month old, they must organize a grand one-month celebration, letting everyone know that the He family has a new great-grandson.

However, this decision was immediately rejected by He Tingchen.

"No need for the one-month celebration."

"Why not? This is a joyous occasion, why not celebrate it?" Old Mr. He asked displeased.

Fang Anning also looked at him, baffled, secretly wondering if he truly disliked the child.

"Anyway, I said no celebration, just name him, please. You don’t need to worry about the rest." He Tingchen insisted.

Old Mr. He showed a displeased expression.

But in the end, there were generational gaps, and he couldn’t really control He Tingchen, so he reluctantly agreed.

Since it was the generation for names starting with "Zi", one was called He Zirui, and this one would be called He Ziyuan.

Old Mr. He asked them how the name was after he named the baby.

He Tingchen and Fang Anning had no objections; after all, it was just a name, and neither of them were particular or oversensitive about such matters.

But even though they had named him, Fang Anning still liked to call him "baby".

The baby seemed to prefer this name too.

When Fang Anning called him that, he couldn’t help but smile.

It was clear that newborns aren’t supposed to smile, but "baby" was different, always showing a satisfied smile now and then.

He seemed to be very content with his family situation.

Soon, Fang Anning was going to leave the hospital.

Her wound was healing well, leaving a scar, but the doctor said it could possibly be removed with a scar removal surgery in the future.

Fang Anning didn’t really care and said they would see about it later!

Returning home with the baby, she saw that He Tingchen had already beautifully decorated the nursery. Every corner was filled with warm designs and the colors were also very pleasing, all meticulously arranged, which made her extremely happy.

But then she remembered his unwillingness to hold the one-month celebration and couldn’t help but directly ask him, "Why don’t you agree to Grandpa’s one-month celebration? Is it because you don’t want others to know you have a son, or... do you not like him?"