Chapter 231: Buck-passing Expert

Because it was a natural vaginal delivery, Chu Lingxi only stayed in the hospital for three days after giving birth before taking the baby home.

Mainly because the grandfather really wanted to play with his great-grandson and it wasn't convenient to go to the hospital every day. He is already 93 years old; although he often boasts of being vigorous in old age, he still needs a cane when going out.

Regarding the embarrassing incident where Chu Lingxi didn't hold it in during childbirth, causing the baby and feces to come out together, Lin Dongfan had already promised her to keep it a secret.

But the fact that the baby looks like a little old man cannot be hidden.

When Chu Lingxi was pregnant, she was slightly chubby and her belly was quite big. Lin Dongfan really didn't expect the baby to weigh only five jin two liang at birth, being small and thin.

When his eyes opened, the three deep wrinkles on his forehead could pinch a mosquito to death.

Ugly-cute, ugly-cute.

The first day back home.

After the little guy had eaten and drunk his fill, he lay down in the baby bed and fell asleep, neither crying nor fussing. The grandfather stood nearby leaning on his cane, watching; from his sympathetic look one could tell someone was going to be scolded today.

But the person who will be scolded definitely won't be Chu Lingxi.

Chu Lingxi is a protected species.

Sensing something amiss, Lin Dongfan tiptoed toward the door, daring not to disturb any living creature.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached the door,

a shout came from behind: the grandfather's furious roar: "Come back!"

It seems today he cannot escape disaster.

He can only grit his teeth and face it.

Lin Dongfan turned around and put on a self-righteous expression: "Grandfather, you scared my son; please control your loud voice."

The grandfather glanced at the sleeping Xiao Fuxing.

He confirmed the baby wasn't startled.

He turned and shot a deadly glare: "That day at the hospital, there were many people; I gave you face. Today you must explain clearly why the baby is so thin and small."

"I think being thin is fine."

"I'll beat you to death!"

The grandfather swung his cane and struck.

No one was around to intervene; Chu Lingxi lay in the room observing the postpartum confinement, the aunt was squatting in the toilet applying hemorrhoid medicine, and the uncle's wife was at work.

The only person in the living room was a newly hired postpartum caregiver, who didn't dare to make a sound.

Lin Dongfan instinctively dodged to the side: "Please let me finish speaking; the doctors said that excessive nutrition isn't necessarily good—the fatter the baby, the more painful the delivery and the greater the risk."

"The doctors said that?" the grandfather doubted.

Lin Dongfan replied noncommittally: "Really, the doctors also said that newborns are all ugly, and babies grow fast—changing every day."

"Nonsense! Back in the revolutionary era, we had limited conditions! We ended up like this because nutrition couldn't keep up. What era is this now? Are you lacking food or clothing? I'm baffled—I give Lingxi all those supplements every day, so why is the baby like this?" The grandfather glared, seeming determined to get to the bottom of it.

Selling out one's wife is absolutely out of the question.

One must not say that the naive sweetie dislikes those supplements, pretending to taste a little each day and then secretly dumping them.

Nor can one admit that when taking her for walks, he often lets her eat barbecue and spicy hot pot.

Aunt, sorry, you're stubborn.

Thinking this, Lin Dongfan steeled himself and righteously complained to the grandfather: "Grandfather, I suspect the supplements the aunt bought are fake; you should go beat her."

"She's truly the type who can't accomplish anything but excels at causing trouble—she doesn't even have children herself, yet she's dragging Lingxi down!"

He believed it, believed it—the grandfather believed it!

He turned and pounded on the bathroom door: "Lin Yuzhi, get out here!"

From inside came the aunt's vexed voice: "I'm just inserting a hemorrhoid suppository—did I annoy you or provoke you? Even such a big baby can't be pacified by you; you really know how to cause trouble."

"Bang bang!"

The grandfather angrily pounded the toilet door twice more.

He bellowed into the room: "I ask you—when I told you to buy those supplements for Lingxi, were you blind, buying fake goods?!"

"What are you thinking? Who in this world would dare use fake goods to fool me, Lin Yuzhi? What a joke." Lin Yuzhi's reply was loud and forceful.

Seeing the grandfather turn and glare at him,

Lin Dongfan calmly replied: "Don't glare at me; Lingxi took the supplements the aunt bought, and they had absolutely no effect—the facts are here, fake cannot become real."

"Lin Dongfan!"

Accompanied by an explosive roar, the bathroom door opened; the aunt, full of resentment, would have stormed over in big strides if not hindered by her hemorrhoids.

She hooked a finger at Lin Dongfan: "Your buck-passing skills are not bad; come here..."

"You still want to pass the buck!"

Before her words finished, the grandfather's cane had already landed on the aunt's buttocks.

She already had hemorrhoids.

That blow struck her, making the aunt cry out "oh-woo" as she clutched her buttocks and hopped three feet away, fleeing in panic into Chu Lingxi's room and slamming the door shut.

All that could be heard from the room was her resentful voice: "Lingxi, some people are truly shameless; do you really not know how to deal with a scumbag? If not, I'll teach you..."

The grandfather's hearing isn't great.

Despite straining to hear through the door for Along time and still not understanding, he suppressed his anger and asked Lin Dongfan: "What is she saying to Lingxi? I seemed to hear her say 'shameless'; is she scolding Lingxi?"

"You've mistaken, she's saying that people who sell fake goods are shameless."

Lin Dongfan dared not add fuel to the fire; seeing the grandfather's fury, if he blackened the aunt further, she would definitely not be able to get away with it today.

Lin Dongfan helped the grandfather back onto the living-room sofa.

He earnestly advised: "Grandfather, actually the aunt didn't mean to buy fake goods. She's never given birth and lacks experience in this area; letting her purchase blood-nourishing fetal supplements was bound to go wrong."

"It makes me furious—because of this, little Xiao Fuxing is so thin and small, only five jin two liang!"

The grandfather again glanced at the little guy lying in the baby bed; a look of pity appeared on his face, his eyes full of heartache.

Actually, from a medical standpoint, five jin two liang is within the normal range.

But Lin Dongfan had no intention of giving a science lecture.

Because the retired senior general's little granddaughter next door, when she was born two days ago, weighed eight jin eight liang; compared side by side, the old man not only felt his heart turn cold, but also felt embarrassed.

"Old sir, let me show you something good."

To cheer up the old sir's mood, Lin Dongfan pushed the baby stroller that had been left in the courtyard inside.

This baby stroller was custom-made a few days ago by having Xie Xiaofeng take measurements; it's a modified baby stroller. The roof is fitted with a 360-degree camera, and the handlebars conceal an alarm.

The old sir walked around the baby stroller, beaming with joy: "Nice piece of work, built like a fighter jet. Where did you get this?"

"It's made to look like a fighter jet." Lin Dongfan proudly demonstrated to the old sir: "Take a look at this camera; later I'll install a small app on your phone, so no matter where they take the baby to play, you can check the baby's surroundings from home. And this alarm—just press it and your phone will receive an alert."

"Haha, still my eldest grandson is reliable."

The design of this baby stroller, whether its military-style appearance or its thoughtful functions, completely overturned the old sir's conception of what a baby stroller should be.

It can be said to perfectly match his wishes.

It satisfied both his love for the military and his desire for control as the head of the family.

The old sir excitedly said: "Xiao Fuxing will ride in a combat baby stroller right from birth; when he grows up, won't he end up flying, piloting a real fighter jet? Haha, I like it."

The old sir was pleased, and Lin Dongfan also breathed a sigh of relief; today's ordeal is over.

The night was deep and quiet.

Lin Dongfan tossed and turned, unable to sleep; in the middle of the night he sneaked into the baby's room, grinning foolishly at his sleeping son like a fool: "Little rascal, although you're ugly like a little old man now, you've grown on me and are still pleasant to look at. Too bad I, your dad, can't always be with you—I'll have to go to Nanzhou in a few days to catch corrupt officials..."