Xiaotian is the crystallization of his love with Lin Xinlan. To say he doesn’t like him would be a lie.
Lin Xinlan curved her lips into a smile, wrapping her arms around his body. "It’s a blessing from heaven that both Xiaotian and I are safe. Rong Shaoze, even if the tumor in my body was malignant, I wouldn’t regret giving birth to Xiaotian. He’s adorable and looks so much like Xiaocong did when he was little. But he’s much more lively than Xiaocong. I hope he can have a happy and healthy childhood, filling the gaps left by the regrets Xiaocong and I had."
Rong Shaoze tightened his arms around her, hugging her close through the blanket. He kissed her on the cheek and said softly, "Don’t worry, Xiaotian will definitely have a happy childhood."
He also wants to make up to Xiaotian for everything he owed Xiaocong.
Perhaps the arrival of this child is meant for happiness.
Their family has been through so much misfortune, and he hopes Xiaotian can have a blissful and carefree life.
Xiaotian is the darling of the Rong Family. Everyone who sees him likes him, and Rong’s mother holds him every day and refuses to let go.
Even Lin Xinlan, as his mother, has to apply in advance to hold him.
Rong Shaoze rarely gets to hold him. The moment the little boy is in his arms, he starts crying wildly, causing Rong Shaoze great frustration.
In private, he complained to Lin Xinlan, "That brat must be holding a grudge against me for wanting to get rid of him back then."
Lin Xinlan felt a pang of anxiety in her heart and quickly comforted him, "You’re overthinking it. He’s so small and doesn’t understand anything. How could he hold a grudge against you? Besides, you did it for my sake, no one would blame you."
She didn’t blame him either.
"Then why does he cry every time I hold him?"
"Maybe you’re holding him the wrong way."
Rong Shaoze raised an eyebrow lightly, "How wrong can it be?"
Lin Xinlan thought for a moment and asked the maternity matron to bring the baby over.
The little guy opened his big eyes and stared at her intently.
Lin Xinlan smiled at him, and he unconsciously smiled back at her.
"You’re so adorable, little baby." She kissed his cheek and handed him over to Rong Shaoze.
His posture was indeed off, one arm was too high and the other too low, making it very awkward.
Being held by him didn’t feel like being held by a person; it was as if the baby was placed on a rigid structure.
Anyone would feel uncomfortable lying on a hard frame, let alone a soft-bodied infant.
Lin Xinlan told him to relax and hold the baby as gently and as lovingly as possible.
Maybe it was the fatherly love from Rong Shaoze that Xiaotian felt, because he stopped crying and even yawned comfortably.
"See, it was really your posture. If a baby is uncomfortable, they can’t tell you and can only express themselves by crying. So whenever he cries, it means he’s uncomfortable."
Rong Shaoze nodded and suddenly held the baby closer, not handing him over to the matron right away.
Suddenly, a pungent and unpleasant smell filled the air.
Rong Shaoze frowned, a sharp look in his eyes, "What’s going on? What’s that smell?"
Lin Xinlan hesitated for a moment before bursting into laughter.
The maternity matron chuckled, "Mr. Rong, it seems Xiaotian has pooped. It’s been about an hour since he last went, so it’s about time."
"Pooped?!" Rong Shaoze asked in shock, his face turning instantly grim.
The little one in his arms grinned silently at him.
Rong Shaoze glared, "You cheeky boy, you still dare to smile!"
The maternity matron quickly reached out and took the baby, checked, and indeed it was so.