Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 473 - 472: How About... Calling It Tiechui?

Chapter 473: Chapter 472: How About... Calling It Tiechui?

Perhaps even God felt that the big sister-in-law was too kind, and couldn’t bear to torment her excessively. Her first childbirth was incredibly smooth, from the onset of labor to the baby’s crying arrival, it only took less than five hours, much faster than most people.

The child was very healthy, weighing five jin and eight liang, and a boy who looked very much like the big sister-in-law.

After a very deep sleep, the big sister-in-law woke up to meet Qian Guozhu’s concerned gaze.

"Dear, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt? Here, drink some water, it’s warm." Qian Guozhu spoke while carefully supporting the big sister-in-law’s neck to feed her a few sips of warm brown sugar water.

He had not slept all night, his eyes full of red blood vessels, and upon closer inspection, one would notice that his eyes were even somewhat swollen.

After drinking the water, the big sister-in-law felt a bit more comfortable, and looking at her husband’s appearance, she couldn’t help being puzzled: "What’s wrong with your eyes?"

Qian Guozhu wiped his eyes, hesitating, not knowing how to start.

Could he say that he, a grown man, had sat outside the delivery room last night and silently cried for over four hours?

No, he couldn’t; he was the pillar of the family, he wouldn’t cry.

But he had to answer his wife since she asked—he was only the pillar, not kamikaze.

Qian Guozhu’s eyes then caught sight of his son beside him, and he immediately had an inspiration: "When I held this little brat earlier, he thumped me twice in the eye."

The big sister-in-law: "...?"

Not to mention whether a small infant could accurately punch his dad in the eyes twice, just considering the force, could his tiny fists even swell up the socket?

The big sister-in-law was silent, doubting the brains of the child’s father.

He... never mind, she didn’t exactly want to expose his lies.

The big sister-in-law reached out her hand: "Where’s the baby? Bring him here for me to see."

"He has been crying non-stop, Damin and Xiaoxiao took him to the corridor." Qian Guozhu stood up, "Don’t worry, wife, they are just outside, I’ll call them back now."

"Okay."

The big sister-in-law sighed in relief, her lips unconsciously curving into a smile.

After Qian Guozhu left, the big sister in the adjacent bed chuckled to the big sister-in-law: "Young miss, your man cried all night, barely even glanced at his son when he came back, you are indeed fortunate."

The big sister-in-law’s eyes smiled, she said, "He’s always been like this, easily moved to tears."

Just a moment ago she hadn’t noticed, but now she realized that her clothes had been changed, dry and comfortable, not sweaty or sticky to her body, her hair was also tied up, pulled into a bun on top of her head, not pretty, but very comfortable.

"Your sister has been really helpful, bustling around non-stop. It’s just that this girl is quick-tempered, why did she have to kick her brother-in-law several times? You should talk to her later, she is not his biological sister after all, such behaviour is not acceptable." The big sister’s voice was very low, carrying a hint of advice.

The big sister-in-law paused for a moment, her smile growing sweeter: "That’s my older sister-in-law."

"Ah? This, this..." The big sister didn’t know what to say, momentarily stunned while holding the baby.

After a while, the door to the ward was pushed open. Wang Shumei rushed in with two lunch boxes wrapped in cotton jackets. Seeing that the big sister-in-law was truly awake, she breathed a sigh of relief: "I rushed as fast as I could but still ended up being late. Are you hungry, sister-in-law? Eat something."

Wang Shumei took out the lunch boxes, skillfully helping the big sister-in-law to sit up, and opened the lunch boxes to reveal a bowl of fragrant chicken soup. The oil on the chicken soup had been skimmed off, leaving only freshness that was not greasy.

"The doctor said not to eat too salty food, I didn’t dare to add much salt, sister-in-law, please eat some, otherwise, your body won’t be able to take it." While speaking, Wang Shumei opened another lunch box, which contained a few sugar triangles with brown sugar and sesame filling, also including a large jujube.

Wang Shumei handed a sugar triangle to the big sister-in-law, her hands and feet not stopping as she prepared formula milk, not forgetting to explain with a smile: "This formula is brought back by Nianhe. She said it helps with recovery, and advised to give you a glass every day."

"I don’t need to drink this stuff, give it to the baby." The big sister-in-law shook her head repeatedly, enjoying the sweet chicken soup.

"Nianhe said that adults and children’s milk powder are different, and she got some for the child too. This is for you." Wang Shumei stirred the milk powder with a spoon, coaxing her sister-in-law like she would a child, "Be good, you’ve lost quite a bit of blood, you need to nourish yourself well."

"No need, give it to Xiaoxiao."

"Her eating and drinking days are still ahead, don’t worry about her."

"Exactly, sister-in-law, I’m all grown up, I don’t drink milk." Wang Xiaoxiao bounced in, catching the conversation; her eyes curved into crescents as she ran to her sister-in-law’s bed, looked up at her with her little face, "Sister-in-law, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore." The sister-in-law rubbed Xiaoxiao’s little head and broke off a piece of brown sugar into her tiny mouth, "I can’t eat this much, you help sister-in-law eat some."

"Sister-in-law is lying." Wang Xiaoxiao, with her mouth full, mumbled unclearly.

Qian Guozhu finally came back carrying his son, the little guy was wrapped up tight. On either side, Wang Damin and Sun ManCang followed, holding cotton-padded jackets to shield the child from the wind.

"Sister-in-law, how’s everything?" Sun ManCang chuckled, placing the bag he carried on his back down, making a clanking sound.

"Pretty good, pretty good." The sister-in-law nodded repeatedly, putting down her spoon and reaching out for the child.

Qian Guozhu hurriedly brought the child to her, awkwardly supporting the child’s back with his hand, enduring the discomfort without retracting his hand.

Wang Shumei saw that her sister-in-law only had eyes for the child, so she put down the cup and took the spoon to feed her sister-in-law some chicken soup.

They were all joyously gathered together, making the elder sister next door stare in amazement.

She had never seen a family treat a daughter-in-law as importantly as this; this young daughter-in-law was truly lucky.

She was so lost in thought that she only snapped out of it when her own daughter woke up crying in her arms.

No one was there to accompany her in her room; she seemed used to it, getting up with a body just three days post-delivery to change her daughter’s diaper.

"Big sister, let me help you." Wang Xiaoxiao, quick to notice, eagerly cleaned her hands and went over to help.

"Ah? How could I possibly impose..."

"No worries," Wang Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly, "I’ve been learning for several months from the neighbor’s sister-in-law, I can do everything!"

Wang Xiaoxiao wasn’t lying; she skillfully picked up the child and swiftly changed the diaper.

The elder sister’s eyes teared up a bit; she thanked her profusely and turned her head to look at the beloved sister-in-law, surrounded by everyone, her eyes full of envy.

"Ah, it’s a son."

The sister-in-law cherished holding the child for a long while before she remembered to check the gender, somewhat disappointed, "I wanted a little cotton-padded jacket."

"Brother is good, he’ll look after his sister later." Qian Guozhu consoled, "My dear, why don’t you name our son?"

"Hm? You haven’t thought of any?"

"I only thought of girls’ names..."

"Then... Shumei, you’re well-read, help sister-in-law think."

"Sister-in-law, since when does an aunt name the child? You think of something yourself."

"What should I name him then..."

The sister-in-law pondered deeply, tentatively asking, "They say it’s easier to raise a child with a humble name, how about calling him Tiechui? Sounds sincere."

Wang Shumei: "...?"