C190 (1/2)

Ji Weiyang took the spoon and prepared to feed it to her, ”Eat a mouthful of mushrooms first, they are soft fried and taste very good.”

Zhan Yan frowned slightly, then turned her face to the side and said, ”You eat.”

”Hmm?” Ji Weiyang did not understand.

”Guarding outside the Intensive Care Unit for eight days, eating, drinking, and not sleeping at all. Ji Weiyang, do you really think you're made of iron?” Zhan Yan's hoarse voice clearly carried warm anger.

Ji Weiyang snorted and put down the spoon in his hand, ”Right now, there are a lot of people blabbering about this.”

Zhan Yan was his wife, so no matter what he did for her, she would do it willingly. He did not need Zhan Yan to feel guilty nor would she need her gratitude. Everything she did was out of love.

”Viyan, it'll be cold if you don't eat any more.” Zhan Yan reminded her indifferently.

”Then accompany me to eat.” Ji Weiyang brought the spoon up to Zhan Yan's lips.

She frowned when she saw the food. ”I'm not hungry.”

”Then I'm not hungry either.” After Ji Weiyang finished speaking, he threw the spoon back into the bowl. He was as willful as a child.

Zhan Yan was helpless and could only agree to eat with him. Both of them would eat together with you with a spoonful, and I will eat together with you. Zhan Yan was kissed to the point that she couldn't breathe. After he left her lips, she turned around angrily, ignoring him.

His clear smile slowly bloomed on the corner of his mouth. After that, he turned his head, slowly leaned against her back, his cheek pressed against her back, he quietly leaned against her, and felt her temperature, heartbeat, and breathing. He felt that this was the happiest thing in the world. As long as she was alive and by his side, it was the happiest thing in the world for him.

His thick eyelashes trembled a few times, and Ji Weiyang's eyes gradually became moist. He slowly closed his eyes, and a warm tear fell into Zhan Yan's thin clothes, and disappeared without a trace.

”Yan Yan, don't leave me. Forever.” Never leave, we, together forever.

Zhan Yan did not reply, but Ji Weiyang could feel her thin shoulders gently moving. This fatal calamity, had finally passed. Ji Weiyang subconsciously looked outside the window, and out the window, the sunlight was just right.

In a corner that Ji Weiyang couldn't see, Zhan Yan buried her small face into the soft pillow and tears fell silently. After a long while, she finally stopped crying and asked, choked with sobs, ”Where's the baby?”

She waited for a while before she heard Ji Weiyang's vague reply, ”He should still be in the NICU.”

Since he wasn't short on money, he decided to stay there.

”Should?” Zhan Yan turned her head and looked at him with an astonished expression.

Ji Weiyang did not mind, and continued: ”I heard Big Sis say that that stinking brat looks like you.”

”I heard from elder sister? You haven't seen him, have you? ” Zhan Yan's beautiful eyes widened, filled with shock and astonishment. She used her life to give birth to his child, but the Third Young Master Ji didn't even bother to look at her.

Ji Weiyang laughed and changed the topic, ”Do you have strength now? I'll carry him for you to see? ”

”Yes.” Zhan Yan nodded, a trace of faint anticipation appearing in her bright eyes.

Ji Weiyang laughed, bent down and kissed her forehead, ”Alright, I will go and bring him over.”

The world of the two had become a family of three, with a child between them, a child who, like a bond, had henceforth bound each other's lives to everything and could never be separated. But everything had its pros and cons, a child who was a bond and an obstacle, and once she had a child, she would give more energy to the child, and what she would receive would never be her complete love.

He shook his head and laughed as he walked towards the NICU. He was actually jealous of his son.

Ji Weiyang stood in front of the window of the NICU. Inside, there was a row of small beds, he frowned, and looked at the kids blankly. So many brats, which one of them is his son?

He looked at the window for a while, just as he was about to call the nurse on duty, Ji Ting walked over and saw him leaning on the window with a serious expression. She could not help but laugh.

”You finally remember your son?”

”Yup, Yan Yan wants to meet him.” Ji Weiyang answered truthfully, deliberately ignoring the deepest desire in his heart.

Ji Ting walked in and picked the child up from the second bed in the front row. The little thing was originally asleep, but because it was woken up, it discontentedly frowned and let out a soft moan.

Ji Ting smiled, the little thing's appearance when it frowned was exactly the same as Ji Weiyang. She subconsciously carried the baby to the window, wanting him to look at the child's adorable appearance.

Separated by a thick glass window, Baby seemed to feel her father's greeting and opened her closed eyes. On her small face, there was a pair of large eyes as bright as black grapes. Her chubby little hands gently waved as she spoke in a soft voice, as if she was greeting her father.

Ji Weiyang stared at the baby inside the glass window blankly. This was the first time he had seen his child, unlike last time, when he was separated by a layer of his stomach, he could only feel his existence, but could not see it carefully. But now, his son was right in front of him, with his nose, eyes and mouth, like him and like Zhan Yan, it was a continuation of their bloodline.

The baby's small mouth moved as if calling: Daddy, Daddy.

The scene in front of his eyes was simply a scene in a dream. Separated by the window, Ji Weiyang gently caressed the baby's small face with his fingertips, and his eyes started to tear up for some reason. He never thought that he would become so fragile and sensitive, and his vision started to blur.

At this moment, the little thing that was reflected in his pupils, was precisely his son. This little fellow had the blood of him and Zhan Yan flowing in his veins, and he would watch as he grew up, day by day, and walk the first step of the road while holding his hand. He would teach him the first thing that he should say, and hear him call him father.

Since childhood, Ji Weiyang rarely cried, and this was the first time she had ever seen him cry in front of her; his tears were frail and resolute.

Men only grow up when they become fathers.

With the consent of the doctor, Xiao Yang was temporarily carried out of the NICU.

Xiao Yang lied in his father's embrace, very obediently. From time to time, he would let out a soft 'ya ya ya' from his mouth, as if he was trying to please his father.

Zhan Yan sat on the sickbed as her gaze gently rested on the father and son pair. Her lips curved into a gentle smile.

Ji Ting sat on the sickbed as she helped her level the fruit. Ji Bocheng had just returned from the army, so she came over to visit her grandson on the way.

”Son, I'm your father. Come, call me.” Ji Weiyang played with the child, and from the moment he entered the ward, he had been holding her without letting go. Zhan Yan could only watch, and even now, she did not even hug her at all.

”Look at how happy Wei Yang is. Why is there no need to keep our mouths shut?” Once a man has a child, he will know how to keep his heart. ” Ji Ting laughed and joked as she cut the apple into small pieces and gave it to Zhan Yan.

”What are you talking about?” At this time, Ji Weiyang brought the child to the bedside and carefully placed him in Zhan Yan's embrace.

The little thing lied on Zhan Yan's chest, and its little head rubbed against her chest again and again. It was so itchy, that Zhan Yan couldn't help but laugh.