Pampered By All In Different Planes
Chapter 597: 441: Hoarding Thousands upon Thousands for Natural Disasters, Raising a Child, I Let It Go 29

Chapter 597: Chapter 441: Hoarding Thousands upon Thousands for Natural Disasters, Raising a Child, I Let It Go 29

At this moment, Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen were looking down at the little infant.

As they watched, their eyes grew red, and when they looked at each other, they realized they both felt the same way.

“Old man, what are you crying for?” Grandma Wen turned away, not wanting Grandpa Wen to see her reddened eyes, “It really doesn’t look like you.”

Grandpa Wen gazed at the little infant, filled with emotion. He shakily reached out to touch the baby’s little hand but pulled back carefully in the end, worried he might carry germs, “I thought I was lucky enough to be alive to see my grandson, but I never expected, by the grace of God, that now Qingyu’s child has also been born.”

When the calamity struck, the two elders lost all hope. Their only grandson was missing, and no matter how much they investigated, they couldn’t find out where he was.

They thought this was fate, they had already prepared to accept their destiny after experiencing despair, but now, having found their grandson, who was alive and well and even had a son, they became great-grandparents.

All of this was thanks to Su Zhiruan at the end of the day.

She was the biggest benefactor.

Otherwise, when Wen Qingyu lost her memory and was left in the heavy snow, the final result would have been a dead end.

After the nurse finished the check-up, a group of people pushed the child towards Su Zhiruan.

“Let’s name the child as we previously decided,” Su Zhiruan wrote down the child’s name on the registration form.

——Xiangsheng.

Xiang, favor, direction.

Sheng, life, resilience.

It wasn’t a particularly extraordinary name, but in the current environment, it contained all their hopes for the child.

In the beginning, Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu had discussed the baby’s surname.

They both didn’t care much about it. Wen Qingyu said she lost her memory anyway and couldn’t remember the matters of the Wen Family. Besides, Su Zhiruan now had a high reputation, so he completely agreed to follow her surname.

Su Zhiruan cared even less. If the baby took her surname, it might prevent Su Mingzhu and her ilk from using emotional manipulation to get close to the child, which would be bad.

After a round of discussion, the big chubby boy, who had not been born for a day, had a formal name——Wen Xiangsheng.

The baby’s nickname came directly from their surroundings, called Shengsheng.

The big chubby boy was still lying there, wrinkled, with his eyes squinting into slits, and a flat little nose.

Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen had food suitable for a new mother prepared for Su Zhiruan.

The ward was filled with warmth.

*

The birth of Xiangsheng immediately relaxed the tense atmosphere at the base.

Everyone’s faces were filled with joy.

Although this was Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu’s child, this was also the only newborn at the base nearly two years after the disaster struck.

Everyone was praising this child’s birth as bringing good fortune and being the treasure that shelters the base.

Su Mingzhu and her mother, while working in the fields, had already lost the light in their eyes.

Unlike the others, they had mixed feelings. Su Mingzhu, listening to the group of elders praising Su Zhiruan and the newborn, felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart.

“I heard that this child was born during the zishi, you know. The elderly often say, children born at that time are strong, intelligent and stable, and can face challenges bravely, blessed with good fortune.”

“Though it sounds superstitious, today I really believe it. After all, he is the base leader’s child, the youngest infant at the base, over seven pounds, a big chubby boy.”

“He’s blessed, oh so blessed. In such high temperatures, to have such a healthy child. I heard he’s named Xiangsheng, nicknamed Shengsheng.”

…

And Su Mingzhu and her mother heard all of this.

Suddenly, someone holding a hoe spoke up, “Our base leader is so capable, I think it’s all right for the child to take her surname. What do you all think?”

Su’s mother’s ears perked up at once, her hands trembling excitedly.

Hope reignited in her eyes, which had been ashen like the dead. Su Mingzhu knew what she was thinking.

After all, her mother had been feeling guilty for killing Su Yaozu, the only male heir of the Su Family. But if the child Su Zhiruan had just given birth to also carried the Su surname, wouldn’t that mean their family’s bloodline was continued?

However, what another elder said next extinguished her thoughts.

“Didn’t someone say before? Miss Su insisted on taking the surname Wen, reportedly not wanting to give certain annoying people a chance to cling to her.”

“Some relatives who fawn over you are the worst, kicking you when you’re down, and then when you’re wealthy, they’re all flattery. If I were her, I could understand that.”