The Favored Heiress-Chapter 1291: Yunxi’s Little Sister

At four in the morning, Li Qiao slowly awoke.

The morning light outside the window was faint, and the hospital room was quietly still.

"Qiaoqiao..."

A man’s soft call came from the right side, and Li Qiao turned her head, her eyes still filled with fatigue. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She moved her lips but made no sound.

Shang Yu leaned in, his warm palm touching Li Qiao’s cheek, not speaking, yet his deep eyes were filled with unspoken words.

Li Qiao rubbed against his hand and asked in a hoarse voice, "The second one... is it a sister?"

She did not know if the second baby was a boy or a girl.

The delivery process of the twins went smoothly, but the babies were too big. After giving birth to the second one, Li Qiao collapsed and fell asleep.

She was completely unaware of everything that happened after she was taken out of the delivery room.

At this moment, the man’s eyes were a deep red; he swallowed continually before finally replying hoarsely, "It’s a sister."

Li Qiao’s gaze trembled slightly, and she sighed with relief, "That’s great..."

After saying that, she tiredly closed her eyes again.

Shang Yu did not make a sound to disturb her and sat quietly by the bed, gazing at her peaceful sleeping face.

Indeed, it was wonderful; he also had a daughter now, a beautiful daughter like Li Qiao.

...

As noon approached, Li Qiao, after several hours of rest, was feeling much better.

At this moment, He Chen and others were collecting their gambling winnings.

Li Qiao turned her head and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Who won?"

He Chen, leaning against the sofa, laughed teasingly, "Sister-in-law, it doesn’t matter who won, but there are only three who lost. Look who’s bowing their heads to make transfers."

Li Qiao glanced around, quickly spotting Li San, Yun Lih, and Jin Rong, all bowing their heads and making transfers on their phones behind the crowd.

Oh, the three of them lost.

Soon after, the hospital room door opened, and two figures slowly walked in.

Everyone on the sofa stood up, "Elder Shang."

"No need for formalities, please sit down." Shang Zonghai lowered his wrist, then looked warmly at Li Qiao, "Girl, how are you feeling?"

Li Qiao smiled, "Dad, I’m fine, much better."

Shang Zonghai stood by the bedside, patting her shoulder, "I’ve brought you some medicinal soups, take good care of your body, and for the future... don’t push yourself so hard."

"Thank you, Dad."

Shang Zonghai nodded with satisfaction and glanced at Wei Ang, who promptly stepped forward and handed over a piece of Xuan paper, "Young Madam, these are the names of the young master and young miss. Please have a look. If there are no issues, I’ll return to Parma to process their residency documents."

Li Qiao took the Xuan paper, and upon unfolding it, she saw two names in ink.

23rd Generation of the Shang Family Lineage, second son, surname Shang, given name Yao, style name Wenxuan.

23rd Generation of the Shang Family Lineage, first daughter, surname Shang, given name Qi, style name Yunxi.

...

At four in the afternoon, He Chen and Jin Rong left the hospital.

In the now quiet hospital room, Li Qiao sat alone by the bedside, occasionally glancing at the closed door, as if she were waiting for something.

In the morning, the room was too noisy with so many people, so as not to wake Shang Yao and Shang Qi, Shang Yu had sent them to the next-door nursery.

Li Qiao was anxious from waiting; if her physical condition allowed it, she would have gone to check on them herself.

After a few minutes, the door finally opened.

Li Qiao looked up to see a little one in Shang Yu’s arms, followed by little Shang Yin peeking on tiptoe at his leg, and lastly, Luoyu holding another child.

In the blink of an eye, two identical swaddles were placed on the bed.

Li Qiao looked from side to side, gently touching one of their cheeks with relief, saying, "Is this the sister?"

"Mama, he’s Brother Wenxuan." Little Shang Yin clung to the edge of the bed, correcting her earnestly, "She is Sister Yunxi."

Li Qiao uttered an ’oh,’ lifted the small quilt for a look, and nodded, yes, Shang Yin was right.

...

In late summer August, Li Qiao was discharged and returned to the Round Island Mansion.

Shang Yao and Shang Qi were still too young, and Shang Yu had specially arranged for four top nannies to care for them around the clock.

On the evening they returned home, it began to drizzle outside the window.

Li Qiao was still sleeping and, sensing someone, mumbled in her dreams.

Shang Yu pulled the thin blanket up on her again, turned off the central air conditioning in the main bedroom, gazed at her for a moment, then got up and left.

In less than half an hour, Li Qiao woke up from the heat.

She wiped the thin sweat from the tip of her nose, sat up, and felt some soreness in her chest.

Li Qiao lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and, wearing slippers, prepared to go to the next-door nursery to feed the little ones.

The door to the next room was ajar, and through the gap, Li Qiao saw little Shang Yin squatting in the middle of the floor with his cheeks rested on his hands, his eyes on the handsome man bending down to wipe his daughter’s little hands.

The scene was very warm; Li Qiao watched for a long time, not going in to disturb them.

Shang Yu was indeed a good father; although he favored his daughter, he did not neglect his son.

He carefully and gently wiped the bodies of the two little ones, then sat on the sofa, pulled Shang Yin’s little hand over, and the father and son whispered quietly to each other.

Shang Yin was three years old, very well-behaved and independent.

After the birth of Shang Yao and Shang Qi, he sensibly moved to the villa next door, giving up this room, which originally belonged to him, to his brother and sister.

Eventually, Li Qiao pushed the door open and entered.

The father and son glanced sideways at her simultaneously. Upon seeing her, Shang Yin grinned and ran over, calling her softly, "Mama~"

Li Qiao wanted to hold him, but due to the soreness in her chest, she had to bend down and kiss his face, "What are you talking about?"

Shang Yin clung to her finger, looking up, "Daddy asked if I wanted to go to kindergarten."

"And do you want to?" Li Qiao led him to sit beside the man, naturally leaning into Shang Yu’s embrace, "Tell the truth."

At this moment, Shang Yin stood in front of them, picking at his palm with his small hand, "I do, godfather said that a childhood without kindergarten is incomplete."

Li Qiao glanced at Shang Yu with a smile, "Brother Chen’s childhood was incomplete, right?"

The man pulled her into his embrace, a faint, soft smile in his deep eyes, "Yes, incomplete."

Upon hearing this, little Shang Yin, half understanding, wondered if it was godfather who was incomplete or if it was godfather’s childhood that was incomplete?

Before Li Qiao could continue to speak, Shang Yao suddenly cried from the crib.

Immediately after, Sister Shang Qi was also awakened by him, and she started crying.

Li Qiao sighed, gesturing toward the crib, "They might be hungry."

The man stood up and glanced at Shang Yin.

The little one was smart, nodded in understanding and turned to run out of the nursery.

This was the tacit understanding between father and son; Daddy had emphasized that when Mama was feeding the brother and sister, he needed to leave.

Shang Yin ran out of the nursery, tiptoeing to close the door behind him.

At the end of the corridor, near the stairwell, the White Tiger, pacing in place, saw him and trotted over, "Roar—"

"Baibai, don’t make any noise." Shang Yin poked its tiger head with his small finger, "Go and bring me my phone."