Rebirth of Bloody Romance

At half past six, the clear and loud cry of a baby was heard in the delivery room. The sound was pure and flawless, like the sound of nature, and instantly filled the entire hospital corridor.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Jingyi stood outside the delivery room, smiled at each other, their eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation.

"Xiao Zhong, I'm really sorry to trouble you today. If it weren't for you, I don't know what to do." Zhou Jingyi said to Zhong Yuemin gratefully, with a hint of sob in her voice.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and shook his head. "Auntie, you are too polite. I am also very happy to be able to help you."

About ten minutes later, the door of the delivery room finally opened slowly, and a nurse poked her head out with a joyful smile on her face. "Comrade, congratulations! Your wife has given birth to twins, a boy and a girl!" The nurse's voice was full of congratulations.

"Ah? Oh!" Zhong Yuemin was unable to react for a moment and smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

After hearing the nurse's words, Zhou Jingyi's face bloomed with a bright smile, and her eyes sparkled with the radiance of motherhood. She couldn't wait to follow the nurse into the delivery room to hold her lovely twins.

Zhong Yuemin also wanted to follow in, but he was well aware of his identity and role at the moment and had to maintain an appropriate distance and sense of propriety.

This made Zhong Yuemin very depressed. He stood outside the delivery room, looking at the tightly closed door, feeling helpless and regretful. But he also understood that this was for the good of Song Xiangjun and the children, and he had to respect and understand the necessity of avoiding suspicion.

Seeing Zhou Jingyi happily holding the two children, Zhong Yuemin's heart was also filled with joy and blessings. However, he also felt a little depressed and helpless. After all, he could not get close to and take care of these two new lives without scruples like a real family.

However, Zhong Yuemin quickly adjusted his mood. He told himself that although he could not be as close as his family, he would provide all the help he could for Song Xiangjun and the children.

After Zhou Jingyi arranged everything, she turned to Zhong Yuemin and said, "Xiao Zhong, I'm so sorry to have to trouble you to look after Xiangjun again. Someone will come to take over from you in a while, please bear with me."

Zhong Yuemin nodded and agreed immediately. "Auntie, just take care of the child. Leave everything else to me. I will take good care of Teacher Song."

Zhou Jingyi looked at Zhong Yuemin gratefully, and then happily carried the newborn twins to the ward. In the delivery room, Song Xiangjun was still there.

In the delivery room, Song Xiangjun lay quietly on the hospital bed. Although her face was a little pale, her eyes revealed an indescribable strength and satisfaction.

At this time, a doctor came in and said to Zhong Yuemin, "After this bottle of medicine is finished, she can go back to the ward to rest. Please pay attention to the speed of the infusion, don't do it too fast."

Zhong Yuemin nodded seriously and said to the doctor gratefully, "Thank you so much, doctor. I will take good care of it and there will be no problem."

The doctor smiled and shook his head. "You're welcome. This is my duty. I'm in the office over there. If anything happens, just call me. Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

After saying that, the doctor turned and left the delivery room. Zhong Yuemin sat by the bed, his eyes never leaving Song Xiangjun, silently guarding this woman who had just experienced a major moment in her life.

I don't know how long it took, the moonlight outside the window shone through the gauze curtains, and sprinkled on Song Xiangjun's pale but soft face. She slowly opened her eyes, as if she had escaped from a long and disturbing dream. The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, reminding her that she was in a hospital ward at the moment.

"Xiangjun, how do you feel now?" Zhong Yuemin's voice was as gentle as a warm spring breeze, gently brushing past her ears. He sat by the bed, his eyes full of concern and care, as if he wanted to drive away all the anxiety from these clear eyes.

Song Xiangjun forced a smile, her voice was light but full of vitality. "I'm fine, I just feel a little tired, as if I had just been through a battle."

Song Xiangjun looked around and finally fixed her gaze on Zhong Yuemin's face. A trace of anxiety flashed in her eyes. "Where are the children? Are they okay?"

Zhong Yuemin gently held her hand, giving her the most firm strength. "In the next ward, mom is watching there, the two little ones are sleeping soundly." There was a barely perceptible sense of pride in his words, as if he was sharing his greatest pride.

Song Xiangjun raised a barely perceptible smile upon hearing this, and then pretended to be serious and said, "Don't try to get too close to her, she's my mother." There was a hint of coquettishness in her words, which instantly eased the tense atmosphere a lot.

"Yes, yes, it's our mother, okay?" Zhong Yuemin nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of doting, as if to say that as long as it made her happy, she could call her whatever she wanted.

Song Xiangjun rolled her eyes at him unhappily, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. Sweetness and happiness quietly spread between the two of them.

"I had already thought of names for the children. I wanted to name the boy 'Chenxi', hoping that he would be as hopeful and energetic as the rising sun; and the girl 'Yuxuan', hoping that she would be as fresh and beautiful as the daylilies that bloom after the rain. But now that we have twins, it's a little inappropriate. I feel like something is missing."

"It's okay. We can think of another one that cleverly links the names of the two children."

Song Xiangjun looked at Zhong Yuemin with a half-smile, her eyes were cunning and expectant, as if she was waiting for a good show from him. "What? Do you want to name the two children?"

Song Xiangjun's voice is soft and rhythmic. Every word is like a note jumping in the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Zhong Yuemin felt a little scared by Song Xiangjun's look, so he quickly waved his hands. "No, no, I'm just suggesting. You should decide, after all, you are the child's mother."

Hearing this, Song Xiangjun's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. "I've thought about it. The son will be named Song Sihai and the daughter will be named Song Siqi. These two names have profound meanings and are pleasant to hear and easy to remember."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned when he heard this. He scratched his head. "Ah? These are quite different from the names you gave me before. However, these two names are quite nice and poetic."

Song Xiangjun smiled slightly, with a firm look in her eyes. "Si Hai means that he has a broad mind and can tolerate everything; Si Qi means that we hope she will be as warm and precious as a beautiful jade. These two names not only meet our expectations, but also express our good wishes for the children."

Then, Song Xiangjun smiled gently, with a bit of pride and mischief in her eyes. "Zhong Yuemin, from what you said, you have any objection to the name I gave it?" There was a bit of teasing and coquettishness in her voice, as if she was issuing a small challenge to Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin waved his hands quickly and said with a smile, "No, no problem. Of course your name is good. Well, the drip is almost gone. I'll call a doctor to check it out."

Just like that, the names of the two little ones were decided. Song Sihai and Song Siqi, these two names full of love and expectation, will accompany them through every spring, summer, autumn and winter in the future.

After pulling out the needle, Song Xiangjun moved her body slightly, as if trying to walk on her own. However, her body had not yet fully recovered, and this movement seemed a bit strenuous.

Zhong Yuemin frowned upon seeing this, and spoke with a tone that was unquestionably stern. "Don't you know what you are like now? And you still want to walk on the ground? This is nonsense!"

Song Xiangjun was startled by his reprimand, with a look of grievance and helplessness in her eyes. "I, I'm afraid of gossip from others, right? After all, it's so embarrassing to always let you hold me like this..."

"Don't move!" Zhong Yuemin interrupted her. Although his tone was stern, his eyes were full of heartache and doting. He gently picked up Song Xiangjun and strode towards the ward.

In the ward, the two little guys, Song Siqi and Song Sihai, had fallen into a sweet sleep. Their little faces were filled with innocent smiles, as if the whole world was filled with beauty and tranquility.

When Zhou Jingyi saw Zhong Yuemin carrying Song Xiangjun in, she quickly made way so that Song Xiangjun could lie steadily on the bed.

Zhou Jingyi's eyes were full of gratitude, and she quickly thanked him. "Xiao Zhong, thank you so much today. I don't know what to say. You take such good care of our family."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and shook his head. "Auntie, you don't have to say anything. As long as Teacher Song and the child are safe and sound, that is my greatest wish."

At this moment, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, and several men and women hurried in. One of them asked with concern, "Old Zhou, how is Xiangjun?" There was a bit of anxiety and expectation in his voice, as if he was waiting for a crucial answer.

Zhou Jingyi looked up when she heard the voice, a warm smile appeared on her face, and she quickly replied, "Old Song, Xiangjun and the child are both fine. And they are twins, a boy and a girl! Now our Old Song family will have successors."

There was a hint of pride and joy in her voice, as if she was showing Lao Song the happiness and hope of their family.

When Song Xiangjun's father heard this, a bright smile instantly broke out on his face. He quickly walked to the bedside and carefully stuck his head out, wanting to take a look at the faces of the two little ones. "Let me see, let me see." There was some excitement and eagerness in his voice, as if he was announcing his joy and pride to the world.

However, at this moment, Song Siqi suddenly burst into tears, her little face wrinkled into a ball, and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.

Soon after, Song Sihai was also infected by his sister's crying and started crying too. The crying of the two little guys came one after another, instantly making the whole ward become flustered.

Zhou Jingyi picked up Song Siqi and patted her back gently. "Little Qiqi, don't cry, grandma is here." Her tone was full of love and patience.

Song Shijie also hurried forward to help. He scratched his head in embarrassment. "Oh, am I too loud? I woke up the children."

Song Xiangjun smiled and shook her head. "It's okay, Dad. The children are just born and are not used to the environment yet. They wake up easily. You don't have to worry too much."

Zhou Jingyi looked at the busy Zhong Yuemin, her heart full of gratitude. She smiled and said to Zhong Yuemin, "Xiao Zhong! I really trouble you today. Our family members are here, you can go home first! We will definitely thank you and treat you to a meal some other day."

Zhong Yuemin actually wanted to stay because he was worried about Song Xiangjun and the two kids, but when he saw that the ward was already full of people, he really didn't need any help. He hesitated for a moment, and just when he was trying to find some reason to stay, Song Xiangjun spoke.

"Zhong Yuemin, go back! There is no problem here." Song Xiangjun's voice was gentle but firm.

After hearing what Song Xiangjun said, Zhong Yuemin felt a little reluctant, but he could only nod. "Well, okay! I'll come to see you tomorrow." As he said this, he turned around and prepared to leave the ward.

Before leaving, Zhong Yuemin looked back at Song Xiangjun and the two little ones, his eyes full of concern and reluctance.

The next morning, the sun shone gently into the ward through the gaps in the curtains. Zhong Yuemin came to the hospital happily, carrying bags filled with diapers and milk powder carefully selected by Li Wenbo from Hong Kong Island.

As soon as he entered the ward, he saw Zhou Jingyi busy taking care of the children, while Song Xiangjun was lying on the bed, her face full of maternal radiance. Zhong Yuemin smiled and greeted them, then put the bag in his hand on the bedside table.

Zhou Jingyi curiously opened the bag and saw the diapers and milk powder inside. She couldn't help but wonder, "Xiao Zhong, what is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled and explained, "Auntie, this is a diaper for babies. It can keep babies dry and they don't need to change diapers frequently. It's very convenient."

When Song Xiangjun heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She took advantage of Zhou Jingyi's absence and asked in a low voice, "When did you buy these things? They are not sold in Beijing yet, right?"

Zhong Yuemin nodded and said with some pride, "I asked Li Wenbo to buy them before the New Year. I thought these things might not be available in China, so I prepared them in advance. How about it? It's thoughtful, right?"

Song Xiangjun smiled, her face full of gratitude and relief. "You still have some conscience. I thought you were only good at talking but not doing."

Zhong Yuemin was speechless when he heard this. He smiled helplessly, but he was thinking: I've been so worried about you and the child! However, seeing the happy smile on Song Xiangjun's face, he felt that everything was worth it.

Song Xiangjun stayed in the hospital for three full days. After careful care from doctors and nurses, she had almost recovered. On the fourth day, she was ready to be discharged and go home.

After Zhong Yuemin learned the news, he specially found a car and drove to the hospital himself, ready to take Song Xiangjun and their two children to their home in Xinjiekou.

When the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Zhou Jingyi and Song Xiangjun had already packed their luggage and were ready to leave.

Seeing Zhong Yuemin being so considerate, Zhou Jingyi said gratefully, "Xiao Zhong, I'm really sorry to bother you. You've been running around these past two days, and I don't know what to say."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and shook his head. "Auntie, you are too polite."

As he spoke, he gently opened the car door, carefully helped Song Xiangjun get in the car, and placed the two children in the safety seats in the back seat. After everything was ready, Zhong Yuemin started the car and slowly drove away from the hospital.