After changing the baby’s diaper and wiping his little bottom clean, the child finally stopped crying.
His tightly closed eyes opened as well, and Xiaoxiao noticed they were quite long, with lengthy eyelashes too—at the rate they were growing, he would definitely have big eyes in the future.
The more Xiaoxiao looked at him, the more she liked him, and she couldn’t help but pick him up again. The child’s eyes kept rolling, constantly staring at Xiaoxiao.
It wasn’t long before Yang Ming’s mother brought in some rice soup. Such a small child couldn’t eat solid rice, so they had to settle for thick rice soup.
Since there were no bottles available, Xiaoxiao had to feed him spoonful by spoonful. The child swallowed quite well and ate a good amount, which finally put Xiaoxiao at ease.
Seeing it was getting late, Xiaoxiao spoke up, "Dad, Mom, it’s getting late, everyone should head back first."
"Third sister-in-law, are you sure you can handle it? Why not let him stay in my room, and I’ll help you take care of him?" Boss’s wife said worriedly.
"It’s fine, big sister-in-law, I have to learn eventually, don’t I?" Xiaoxiao replied with a smile.
"Then everyone should go back, let them rest early as well," Yang’s father ordered, and everyone gradually left.
Now, the room was left with just Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming, and now they had added a little baby to their company.
Looking at the familiar room, Xiaoxiao felt a sense of finally being home. Looking at the child in her arms, Xiaoxiao remarked emotionally, "Husband, we have a son now."
"Yes, we have a son now." Yang Ming sat next to his wife, fixated on the child just like her, suddenly feeling the joy of being a father, his face unconsciously breaking into a smile. He was now a man with a wife and child.
"Husband, what shall we name our son?" she asked.
"What do you want to call him?" he responded.
"We need a name that’s connected to both of us and proves that this child is our treasure," she suggested.
Following his wife’s wishes, Yang Ming thought it over and suggested, "How about Yang Zhongbao? Our treasure."
Pfft! Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but laugh at the name—Yang Zhongbao, Yang Ming was really daring to suggest such names, "That won’t do, that is a name from the Yang Family’s generals."
"Yang Family generals?"
"The Yang Family generals are..." Xiaoxiao went on to explain to Yang Ming.
After listening, admiration appeared in Yang Ming’s eyes, and he decisively said, "Let’s name our son Yang Zhongbao then."
"..." All her explanation had been in vain, "Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?"
"That’s the name. It shows he’s our treasure and also shares a name with the Yang Family generals. Our son could also serve his country with loyalty like the Yang Family generals did."
"..." Xiaoxiao was full of dismay. What loyalty? What service to the country? She just wanted to be an ordinary person.
"No, we aren’t part of the Yang Family generals," Xiaoxiao disagreed.
"It’s settled then, let’s name him Yang Zhongbao," said Yang Ming as he tenderly stroked the child’s little face, "Son, what do you think of this name?"
"Look, he closed his eyes and then opened them; that means he agrees," Yang Ming observed.
"..." Xiaoxiao was speechless. Who doesn’t close and open their eyes?
But seeing how much Yang Ming adored the child, Xiaoxiao felt indescribably bittersweet. If only she could bear him a child.
Never mind, if he couldn’t have his own child, then they would use the name he had chosen. If by some divine grace they had their own child in the future, she would definitely not choose a name so nonchalantly. Upon reflection, if it weren’t for the association with the Yang Family generals, the name was quite nice.
She held the child in her arms, her eyes filled with adoration, "Son, you have a name now, your dad chose it."