The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity-Chapter 563 - 530: Jinbao’s Logic (Part 1)

Wen Wan felt that this sleep was particularly long; in her dream, there was her husband, Jinbao, and a newborn baby who could only cry loudly.

The baby’s voice was sharp and thin, giving her a splitting headache.

Frowning, Wen Wan opened her eyes, staring at the canopy for a long time before realizing that she had given birth, and the little one in her belly had finally arrived.

She turned her head, and lying beside her was a pink-purple brocade swaddle. The little one inside had just been fed by the nurse, was already asleep, with eyes closed and a small mouth, somewhat resembling when Jinbao was born, yet not as chubby.

Yun Cai brought in warm water, ready to wipe Wen Wan’s face before letting her eat.

Watching Yun Cai squatting down to wring a towel, Wen Wan softly asked, "Is the little one a boy or a girl?"

Yun Cai looked up and said, "Madam, it’s a girl."

"A girl..." Wen Wan smiled, "It’s indeed Qi Bao who came first."

Saying this, Wen Wan propped herself up, leaning against the headboard, holding the little one in her arms, looking at her sleeping face, her heart melting completely.

"Madam, let me wipe your face. Linglong has gone to the kitchen to fetch food, she’ll be here soon."

Wen Wan turned her head, letting Yun Cai wipe her face, asking, "Has the master returned?"

"The master arrived at the house just quarter of an hour before my lady landed." Yun Cai hesitated slightly as she said this.

Wen Wan’s mind was sharp, realizing there was something wrong, quickly asked, "Is he hurt?"

Yun Cai reluctantly nodded, "How did Madam know?"

"Dreamt of it." Wen Wan casually lied, feeling both amused and upset, "That man, really..."

After years of being an official, not only hasn’t his misfortune decreased, she even sought peace charms for him, but they had no effect?

Wen Wan truly couldn’t understand how someone could be so unlucky, and even official fortune couldn’t offset it.

What if decades later she were to grow old before him, what would he do alone?

Hearing her sigh, Yun Cai said, "The doctor has seen him, said the master handled it promptly; the injury isn’t very serious and he will recover with some quiet rest."

Even as she said this, Wen Wan still couldn’t put her mind at ease, asking Yun Cai to go to the front yard to invite Song Wei.

Yun Cai carried the copper basin out.

Soon, Linglong brought chicken soup.

Wen Wan temporarily had no appetite, asking her to put it on the table first, holding Qi Bao in her arms, glancing at the curtain from time to time.

When Song Wei came, seeing her sitting untouched on the couch with the chicken soup not taken, asked, "Can’t drink?"

Wen Wan didn’t reply, her gaze shifted to his re-bandaged left arm, "How did it happen?"

Song Wei’s expression was calm, speaking with the detachment of discussing someone else’s matter, "During the transport of timbers, I was accidentally pressed by goods."

"Broken bone?"

"Just a minor fracture, not serious."

Wen Wan couldn’t hold back her anger, snorting, "Not serious, then you feed me soup."

Hearing the hidden anger and intentional difficulty, Song Wei’s lips curved, as if to reach for the soup bowl on the table.

Wen Wan quickly shouted, "Linglong!"

Linglong had retreated outside after delivering the chicken soup, guarding; hearing the call, she immediately entered, "Madam, what are your orders?"

"Help me bring the soup over." Wen Wan said, gently laying down Qi Bao.

The little girl, after being full, was particularly sleepy, held for a long time without waking.

Linglong got ahead of Song Wei, bringing the soup to Wen Wan.

Having exerted herself all night, Wen Wan had been asleep since Qi Bao was born, and her stomach was long empty; thus, upon smelling the chicken soup, she couldn’t resist and, without speaking to Song Wei, drank half a bowl first.

Song Wei sat by the couch, looking at his wife with a quiet and gentle gaze.

After she finished the soup, Song Wei spoke, "Wanwan, you’ve worked hard."

Wen Wan cooperatively let out a long sigh, "Worrying about the child and about you, how can I not be tired? Mr. Song, when will you let me worry less?"

Linglong chuckled beside.

Song Wei let her tidy up the soup bowl and retreat first.

Afraid of disturbing Qi Bao’s sleep, Wen Wan lowered her voice, grumbling, "When seeking peace charms earlier, I painfully donated quite a bit of incense money, and it was of no use. Had I known earlier, why did I spend that wrongful money?"

Song Wei smiled, "Consider it as accumulating blessings for Qi Bao."

These words of the man left Wen Wan without retort.

After a moment of silence, she asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Instead of answering directly, Song Wei asked, "Did it hurt when birthing Qi Bao?"

The extremely gentle voice made Wen Wan suddenly feel aggrieved.

"It was excruciating." She sniffled, "Like being carved thousand times, felt like dying once more."

Wen Wan, as she said this, quietly lifted her gaze to look at the man, and suddenly noticed the red bloodshot in his eyes and the dark circles beneath them, evidently due to late nights.

This usually calm and composed man was rarely impatient, and Wen Wan could imagine he had hurried back to be with her, traveling through the night.

Her mouth suddenly couldn’t form any words.

Song Wei reached out with his movable right hand, enveloping her fingers in his broad, warm palm.

He made no sound, yet Wen Wan almost felt the man’s restless heart.

When Jinbao was born, he wasn’t there, but for Qi Bao, he just made it in time, and heard her say firsthand that giving birth felt like dying once.

Song Wei rarely showed his emotions, not even at this moment, where all his inner thoughts were only reflected in the hand holding hers, progressively tightening yet cautiously, as if afraid of hurting her.

Perhaps, for Song Wei, this was truly the first time he felt like a father, filled with anticipation amidst the apprehension.

The room remained silent for a moment, Wen Wan withdrew her hand and picked Qi Bao up, leaning closer to him, "Look carefully, doesn’t she resemble you?"

Song Wei lowered his gaze, only to see their daughter, a tiny bundle nestled within the swaddling clothes, her sleeping appearance inexplicably invoking a sense of protection.

He had never seen such a small child, Yuanbao was only held after the first month at that time.

Qi Bao had just been born, her features particularly small, incomparable to those at one month, but Song Wei felt no disdain, his fingers gently touched her lips, and the little girl indiscriminately smacked her lips twice.

It was hard to imagine, previously a round little form inside Wanwan, now a vibrant little being.

She was his flesh and blood, their blood connected.

Song Wei was not a first-time father, yet it was the first time he felt this way.

The day after delivery, Wen Wan lacked energy and was sleepy again after sitting with Song Wei for a while.

Just as she was about to lie down and take a nap, Jinbao’s voice sounded from outside.

The little guy just finished school and rushed here upon hearing his mother had given him a sister, no one could hold him back.

"Mom～"

The little guy rushed in, his bright eyes fixed on the swaddling clothes on the bed.

As he approached and saw his sister clearly, Jinbao’s face was full of disdain, "Qi Bao is so small and ugly!"

Wen Wan replied, "You weren’t much better when you were first born."

"Certainly not!" The little guy snorted twice, "Grandma said I was good-looking from birth."

"That’s just grandma trying to make you happy, she was lying."

"I don’t care." Jinbao said, "As long as I didn’t see myself looking ugly, what you all say doesn’t count."

"..." Such logic, Wen Wan was impressed.

As if seeking verification, Jinbao specifically looked at Song Wei sitting by the bed, "Dad, isn’t that right?"

Song Wei graciously nodded in agreement, "Jinbao looks good at any time."

The little guy was finally pleased, happily laughing twice.

Wen Wan asked if he was hungry.

The little guy nodded and then touched his belly, saying he was hungry.

Before Wen Wan could say more, Song Wei directly stood up and said to Jinbao, "I’ll take you to the outer courtyard for dinner."

Jinbao refused to leave, "I want to eat with mom."

"Your mom has already eaten."

Jinbao asked, "What about sister?"

Song Wei very patiently replied, "Sister has eaten too."

"What did she eat?"

Wen Wan: "..."

This little rascal, when he’s lazy, he’s unwilling to say a single word; when he’s not lazy, the questions come one after another, seemingly endless.

"Jinbao." Wen Wan reminded him, "Your dad is injured, he doesn’t have the energy to answer so many questions, when you get to the outer courtyard, obediently close your mouth and eat, do you hear?"

Jinbao said "Oh," and as he followed his dad out the door, he was still asking, "Can sister eat crystal cake?"

Song Wei seemed to respond with something, his low and pleasant voice drifted back through the window.

Wen Wan was at a loss for words.

...

Song Wei took Jinbao to the outer courtyard, just in time to bump into Song Yuanbao, who was returning.

Looking at Song Wei, Song Yuanbao seemed hesitant to speak.

Song Wei understood his son, ever since he returned there was something off, only at that time his heart was wholly focused on his wife and daughter, having no time for anything else.

Now, encountering him, he casually asked, "Yuanbao, do you have anything you want to say?"