EBE Chapter 418 Huang Yuyao
Chapter 418 Huang Yuyao
Not long after, Huang Ling was slowly pushed out.
Zhuang Chaoying rushed forward and saw that although Ah Ling looked tired, she was still in good spirits. "Ah Ling, you've worked hard." As he spoke, he gently reached out and touched Ah Ling's face, helping her put her hat on.
Huang Ling asked weakly, "Chao Ying, where's the child?"
Zhuang Chaoying bent down and kissed A-Ling on the forehead. "Mom's holding her, her face is all wrinkled, she looks so ugly."
Huang Ling smiled and said softly, "All babies look the same when they're first born."
At this moment, Song Ying also came over. "Sister Ling, it's good that you're alright. You've had another baby girl. Now you and Teacher Zhuang have two little darlings."
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Huang Ling nodded and was wheeled into the ward surrounded by the crowd.
She was in good physical condition and had a natural birth, so she recovered quickly and was discharged from the hospital the next day to go home and prepare for postpartum recovery.
The matter caused such a big fuss that the neighborhood's family planning office found out about Huang Ling's over-birth, and they were already blocking the entrance to the courtyard early in the morning, around 8 a.m.
The taxi stopped, and Ah Ling sat in the chair that Lin Wufeng had already prepared.
Song Ying hurriedly stepped forward, carefully wrapped A-Ling in a blanket, put a hat on her, and covered her face completely with a scarf.
"Director Li, my wife just gave birth. Please wait a moment. We'll handle this matter however we need to, and I won't say a word."
Then, he and Lin Wufeng carefully carried A-Ling up to the second floor.
"Mr. Lin, thank you so much, Mr. Song."
After carrying Ah Ling into the house, Lin Wufeng hurriedly came out.
After all, Ah Ling had just given birth, and it would be inconvenient for him, a grown man, to stay in the house.
"Of course, Song Ying is the little girl's godmother, so naturally I'm the godfather. Teacher Zhuang, please don't be so formal with us."
Zhuang Chaoying patted him on the shoulder and nodded. Sometimes, the actions of relatives are not as reliable as those of friends.
When Zhuang Chaoying walked into the living room, she saw Director Li and two other female colleagues from the family planning office sitting there.
The family planning office director was a woman in her forties named Sister Li. She was much more reasonable in handling these kinds of matters than those in the village who were forceful in cracking down on having more children than allowed.
At least she wouldn't be like other family planning office directors, forcibly dragging pregnant women to induce labor or demanding sterilization.
For cases where the fetus is more advanced in gestation, she usually turns a blind eye unless it becomes a major scandal.
However, since Huang Ling's matter has become widely known, if she doesn't go to handle it, she will inevitably appear to be irresponsible.
In fact, Zhuang Chaoying had already spoken to this Sister Li, given her 500 yuan and bought her some gifts, so for so long, nothing had happened and no one had come to check.
Sister Li said seriously, “Teacher Zhuang, you and Huang Ling are both veteran workers and Party members. How could you do such an illegal thing? Since the child has already been born, there’s nothing we can do, but the fine must be paid.”
Zhuang Chaoying answered without hesitation, "I'll pay, I'll go with you to pay the fine right now."
Since things have come to this, the responsibilities that should be borne must be borne.
Ah Ling had already taken a leave of absence without pay, and he himself had resigned. Considering these circumstances, the family planning office did not impose any further penalties. After paying a fine of 3,500 yuan, Zhuang Chaoying successfully registered her child's household registration. She happened to go to the police station to give a statement, and she knew the police officer who was taking her statement.
Their son, Wang Jianbo, was a student at No. 1 Middle School. Zhuang Chaoying had tutored him at the school, and thanks to his tutoring, their son successfully got into Suzhou University. After learning the whole story, Wang Jianbo's father patted his chest and assured him that he would take care of it.
Zhuang Chaoying smiled and nodded, saying that no special care was needed, just regular care would suffice.
It was noon when he came out of the police station.
The father had thought about the child's name for a long time.
Zhuang Chaoying was not the same Zhuang Chaoying he used to be, and he didn't care what surname the child had.
The child was born after Ah Ling had gone through ten months of pregnancy and endured more than three hours of excruciating pain in the delivery room. It was only natural for the child to take Ah Ling's surname.
Zhuang Yuyao, because it was drizzling outside when the child was born, Huang's father pondered for a long time and thought of Li Qingzhao's poem "The heavy curtains are not rolled up, the shadows are deep, leaning on the railing, speechless, playing the zither".
The name was chosen to symbolize that the child would possess the gentleness and talent described in the poem.
When Zhuang Chaoying returned home with the fine receipt and her household registration book, Huang's father was busy stewing pig's feet in the kitchen.
He smelled the aroma of pig's feet as soon as he entered the house.
Hearing the noise, Mr. Huang looked up and saw Zhuang Chaoying returning. "Chaoying, have you finished registering Yuyao's household registration?"
Zhuang Chaoying smiled and nodded, handing over the household registration booklet in her hand.
Mr. Huang quickly wiped his hands vigorously on his apron.
He took the household registration booklet and eagerly turned to the page with the child.
"Huang Yuyao!" Huang's father looked up in disbelief, staring straight at Zhuang Chaoying, his expression a mixture of surprise, emotion, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Super Hero, what... what's going on?"
Holding his household registration booklet, he staggered into the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He rubbed his eyes, looked at it carefully again, and read it softly once more. "Huang Yuyao."
"Chaoying, what can I say to Chaoying..."
Mr. Huang's voice gradually choked up, and as he spoke, tears involuntarily streamed down his face.
In his heart, he always regarded Zhuang Chaoying as his own son.
People say a son-in-law is like half a son, but in Mr. Huang's eyes, Zhuang Chaoying, his son-in-law, was even more considerate than his own son, even though he had no son.
Lao Zhuang, if you treat your son badly, he will treat Chao Ying so well that you'll regret it. How could you treat such a good child like this?
“Dad, Ah Ling’s pregnancy and childbirth were like a brush with death, a near-death experience. It’s only right that the child takes Ah Ling’s surname, Huang. No matter what the child’s surname is, it doesn’t change the fact that I am her father.”
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Mr. Huang patted his son-in-law's shoulder hard, his voice trembling slightly.
“Now our Huang family, and I, Huang Defa, have a successor. Chaoying, thank you, thank you so much. From now on, everything your mother and I own will be left to my little grandson.”
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Inside the house, Huang's mother was carefully holding her baby girl and feeding her formula.
She fed him while murmuring to herself.
"Fortunately, Chaoying bought milk powder in advance. Ah Ling, you've grown up for nothing, and you still don't have any breast milk. I remember when the daughter-in-law of our old neighbor didn't have milk, they said that if the baby's father massaged her breasts and let her suckle, it should work. Ah Ling, maybe we should wait until Chaoying is registered and comes back..."
Huang Ling herself was puzzled. She recalled that when she gave birth to Xiao Ting and Tu Nan, although the family's nutrition was inadequate at the time, she still had enough breast milk for the children.
But this time, for some reason, there was no breast milk.
Hearing her mother say that, she immediately felt embarrassed, her face flushed red, and she quickly turned her head away.
"mom……"
"What's there to be embarrassed about? You've been a mother yourself, there's no need to be shy. Breastfed babies are healthier, formula-fed babies are more prone to illness."