Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Born on the Same Year, Same Month, Same Day
The day Shen Zhaozhao was born, many other women were also giving birth; when the nurse wheeled several babies out together, Daddy Zhaozhao pointed excitedly at the middle one and said to the nurse, “Nurse, the child in the middle looks good; I want that one.”
It’s said that because of this, despite the pain from her C-section, Zhaozhao’s mother chased her husband around the delivery room three times.
And the child her dad said looked good was Sheng Chuyi.
Shen Zhaozhao and Sheng Chuyi shared the same birth year, month, and day, and they were even in the same maternity room.
Not only that, they lived in the same residential complex, in the same building.
Their families were right across from each other, separated only by a wall.
Every time Daddy Zhaozhao looked at his own wrinkly, ugly daughter and then at the clean and tidy neighbor next door, he deeply suspected that the nurse had made a mistake.
His daughter, Shen Mo’s daughter, couldn’t possibly be so ugly.
Fortunately, after some time had passed, Shen Zhaozhao’s features had matured; she was no longer wrinkly, and her skin had turned from pink to white. It was then Shen Mo finally accepted the fact that this was indeed his daughter.
At first, when it came to naming her, Daddy Zhaozhao suggested, “Why not call her Shen Piaoliang?” A girl should be pretty, after all.
Due to the ridiculous suggestion, naming rights were immediately revoked from Zhaozhao’s dad by Zhaozhao’s mother.
Shen Zhaozhao felt lucky that her mother had the final say, otherwise she would have been stuck with a hugely embarrassing name.
Mr. Sheng and Daddy Zhaozhao were childhood friends, as close as iron, and even bought houses next to each other when getting married. With their children born on the same day, the families’ bond grew even closer, practically becoming one family.
Although the two children were born on the same day, their personalities were completely opposite.
From a young age, Sheng Chuyi was quiet, content with just eating, sleeping, and playing by himself. Shen Zhaozhao, on the other hand, was different—she cried the moment she opened her eyes, her cries almost as loud as thunder on a clear day.
She could startle the entire building.
She only behaved when she was with Sheng Chuyi.
Not really behaved, just not crying, but instead excitedly babbling away non-stop.
Every day, Zhaozhao’s mother was driven to distraction by her daughter’s crying, and finally, she simply sent her daughter next door as soon as she woke up.
Strangely enough, the moment the girl saw the boy next door, her crying would stop abruptly, her tears as controllable as running water.
By the time she was eight months old, Shen Zhaozhao already knew how to crawl next door herself.
Mrs. Sheng was quite welcoming, but it seemed Sheng Chuyi wasn’t too happy. Every morning, he was rudely awakened by a small chubby hand.
The owner of the chubby hand not only drooled but also enjoyed making bubbles and then giggling incessantly, like a little fool.
Children grow fast, changing month by month.
On this day, 10-month-old Sheng Chuyi was once again woken from his sleep by a slap, opening his eyes to a magnified face.
The owner of the face was lying next to him, blowing bubbles and waving her hands, babbling at him.
Woken up, Chuyi tried to ward off the annoying intruder with his little hand, but it only touched the bubbles at the edge of her mouth.
Zhaozhao seemed stunned for a moment, her wet big eyes blinked twice, as if she had discovered something new and interesting; immediately, she blew another bubble and looked at Sheng Chuyi.
But after waiting a long time, when her companion did not burst her bubbles again, Little Princess Shen became unhappy, pouting her lips, and the next second, she burst into tears.
Sheng Chuyi, still unscathed by societal pressures, was immediately shocked by her crying.
And with that cry, Shen Zhaozhao firmly established her place in the family next door.