Chapter 160: No More After This

Si Rong was wheeled back to the hospital room.

The eldest sister-in-law closed all the windows in the room tightly, saying that a woman during her postpartum recovery must absolutely not be exposed to the wind, or else she would be left with chronic ailments later on.

The second sister-in-law took Wang Ma to find a place to boil some hot porridge for Si Rong to drink.

Furthermore, she had to eat brown sugar eggs, which could quickly replenish a postpartum woman's Qi and blood.

Jiang Cheng kept holding Si Rong's hand, occasionally using a towel to wipe the cold sweat appearing on her forehead.

"No more, we won't have any more children after this..."

Si Rong had suffered for half the night, and the grievances filling her heart dissipated somewhat when she saw the man's dark red, rimmed eyes.

She gave him a playful glare, "You actually still..."

"Want to have more? Family planning is so strict right now."

Mother Jiang and Mother Si were each holding a baby.

Both were filled with joy; it seemed that those destined for good fortune were indeed blessed, even if that fortune arrived a little late.

They had thought twins were already a surprise, but they hadn't expected a boy and a girl!

The older brother weighed four jin and five liang, and the younger sister weighed five jin.

"Come! Let his uncle hold him!"

Jiang Yu smiled as he took the little baby from his mother's hands; he truly hadn't expected that at an age where he was about to become a grandfather, he would now become a young uncle.

Perhaps because it had been too long since he held a baby, the moment the little one was in his arms, its brows knitted together, preparing to wail.

"Tsk~"

Hu Qian immediately snatched her heart's treasure back from her youngest son's hands with dissatisfaction.

"So clumsy, what use are you?"

Jiang Yu:...

They say the youngest son and the eldest grandson are favored; now it was clear to see the status of this youngest son in Hu Qian's heart.

Si Rong was extremely tired, so Mother Jiang chased all the idle people out, letting Jiang Cheng stay there to watch her get a good sleep.

Giving birth to twins consumed too much vital energy; Rongrong had to be allowed to rest well.

There were plenty of people to help in the hospital, so Jiang Yu and Xu Yan went back first.

On the way, Xu Yan sighed, "You shouldn't have been so impulsive back then, making our mother wait until such an old age to hold a grandchild."

Although her mother-in-law had never given her a hard time or urged them to have children, only saying she would follow the wishes of the young couple.

Yet, seeing Hu Qian holding her grandson today as if he were a precious treasure, she still felt a bit of regret.

"Don't overthink it."

Jiang Yu only replied faintly; there was a hint of worry between his brows, as there was a troublesome matter these past two days.

Xu Yan felt her husband was not quite right; if it were a normal day, he would surely use a long-winded speech to cite classics and comfort her, but since he was in a bad mood, Xu Yan didn't say anything more.

Si Rong slept for a very long time.

After waking up, she saw Jiang Cheng slumped beside her hospital bed; Si Rong's lips curled up in a way that was hard to notice, and she raised her hand to stroke the top of Jiang Cheng's head.

Jiang Cheng's hair was thick and coarse, feeling a bit prickly to the touch.

This made Si Rong very envious; ever since she became pregnant, she had started losing hair, and every time she washed it, a small clump would fall out.

She was even worried she would go bald, and for that reason, she had bought a wig just in case.

"You're awake?"

Jiang Cheng was woken up by her touch, rubbed his eyes, and asked her, "Are you hungry?"

Si Rong nodded, "Hungry."

So Jiang Cheng brought her a bowl of black-bone chicken soup, which Mother Jiang had personally boiled and sent over.

Si Rong drank two sips; the taste was quite good, and she raised her eyes to scan the room, "Where are the children?"

After asking this, she still felt a bit unaccustomed to it.

She truly couldn't imagine that for the first few decades of her life, she hadn't had a single biological child, and all of a sudden, Heaven had sent her two.

"Mom fed them formula; they fell asleep after drinking."

Si Rong felt a bit more at ease and continued drinking the soup.

"By the way, have you thought of names for the children?"

"I've thought of two," Jiang Cheng looked at her, his gaze gentle, "The son will be called Jiang Sinian, and the daughter will be called Jiang Siyu. What do you think?"

He liked them very much; the children's names contained both his and his wife's surnames, as if they were combining the two of them together.

However, naming children was, after all, a small matter in their family, so it still required Si Rong's nod.

"Good, I'll listen to you."

Si Rong repeated the names twice and felt they were indeed quite pleasant, so the children's names were decided just like that.

"Let's pick two nicknames too,"

As the two were discussing, Mother Jiang and Father Jiang walked over with the children, "We must pick nicknames; it's more affectionate when family calls them."

Although Jiang Aiguo had been out of the countryside for a long time, his style of doing things was still deeply influenced by it.

"Give the children rough nicknames, it makes them easier to raise," at this moment, Jiang Aiguo hadn't noticed his wife's unkind glare, "I think the grandson should be called Naodan, and the granddaughter should be called Ni'er!"

"What kind of old-fashioned names from which era are those," Hu Qian glared at him, "Better let Rongrong pick; young people pick nicer ones."

Never mind Rongrong, even she couldn't stand those names.

Besides, her own nickname was Ni'er.

The old fool wasn't even considering the issue of seniority; if he really let the granddaughter be called Ni'er, they wouldn't know who was being called when someone shouted it later.

Si Rong truly didn't want the children to have such nicknames, even though her father-in-law meant well.

But she still remembered when she was in elementary school, there was a male classmate with the nickname Gou Dan, and almost every day someone would mock him for that name.

It had not been easy for Si Rong to have these two children, and she could not bear for them to be mocked.

"Let's think about it slowly," Jiang Cheng said, trying to smooth things over.

Si Rong recalled the fruit she liked eating most when she was pregnant and decided to use Orange as her daughter's nickname.

As for her son, he would be called Xiao Nian for now.

In the afternoon, Si Rong suddenly felt her chest becoming somewhat engorged.

A nurse came over and asked her if her milk had come in yet.

Si Rong blushed and shook her head.

The nurse enthusiastically unbuttoned her clothes to check, saying, "I suspect you're blocked."

"Then what should we do?" Jiang Cheng asked anxiously from the side.

The nurse looked at him and said, "You do it!"

Then she added, "Don't be embarrassed. I can see you care for your wife quite a bit; she'll be very uncomfortable if it stays engorged like this, so hurry up!"

Afterward, the nurse and Mother Jiang both went out, leaving only the husband and wife in the hospital room.

To tell the truth, it was not as if Jiang Cheng had never tasted it before.

It was just that things were different now; the nurse meant he had to do it like a little child.

After working for half an hour, Xiao Nian and Orange finally got to drink breast milk.

Jiang Cheng retreated behind the scenes, hiding his merit and fame.

"Look! How vigorously they're eating!"

No matter how Mother Jiang looked at the two children, she loved them; she simply could not bear to look away.

"They're even sweating."

He had just been sweating, too.

Jiang Cheng could not help but think that it was no wonder he had always heard people say one must use all one's might, as if using one's "sucking strength."

It is not easy for little children; if they don't use enough strength, it really won't work.

On the second day of Si Rong's hospitalization, Ming Zi arrived.

She brought large bags and small bags, along with her eldest daughter who had just started her break.

"Godmother!" Luo Qiao brought a bouquet of tulips.

"Xiao Qiao is on break." Si Rong had also not seen this goddaughter for a long time.

"Yes, I just started my break yesterday."

Influenced by her mother since she was young, Luo Qiao was very close to Si Rong, and she could not wait to go see the two little ones her godmother had given birth to.

Ming Zi sat in front of Si Rong's hospital bed, looking at her head one moment and the bruised needle marks on her hand the next.

"Alright, alright, you've made it through all of it now."