Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting

Chapter 251: A Life of Fulfillment

"Don’t you dare talk like that! Do you hear me?! No wishes! No last words! You have to wake up! You have to spend the rest of your life with me!"

He gripped Song Qingya’s hand tightly, then whipped his head around to glare at the doctors.

"Listen up, all of you! Use everything you have to save her! I’m mobilizing resources right now! Helicopters, specialists, the blood bank! Get them all here! If anything happens to my wife—"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a vicious light as he bit out each word, "You will all regret it!"

Several nurses instinctively took half a step back. Even the head surgeon was intimidated.

The seconds ticked by agonizingly. Nearly three more hours of torment passed.

Fei Jin remained kneeling on the floor, his hand never once letting go of Song Qingya’s fingertips.

Suddenly, a clear, loud cry broke the silence.

"WAAAH!"

"The baby’s here! The baby’s here! It’s a boy!"

The midwife held the wrinkled little life up high, her face breaking into a wide smile.

Under the lights, the baby’s little face was flushed bright red, his arms and legs kicking wildly.

Zhang Yao was so emotional that tears streamed down her face. She covered her mouth and squatted on the floor, laughing and sobbing at the same time. "This is wonderful... Just wonderful! Sister Qingya, did you hear that? The baby’s born!"

Song Qingya used her last ounce of strength, her body going limp. Her consciousness gradually faded as she sank into darkness...

The days of her postpartum confinement began quietly, just like that.

Her mother-in-law, Liu Li, worried herself sick, waking up before dawn to bustle about.

She took full charge of the baby, barely letting Song Qingya lift a finger.

Even a small task like burping the baby after a feeding was something she had to do herself.

Looking at her little grandson’s grinning face, the wrinkles on Liu Li’s own face seemed to smooth out.

She supported Yaoyao’s small body with one hand and gently patted his back with the other.

When changing his diaper, she was especially careful, afraid she might chafe the baby’s delicate skin.

And all the while, she kept lecturing Fei Jin.

"Ajin, you’d better remember this. Don’t you ever let Qingya suffer like this again! One child is enough of an ordeal, you understand? A woman giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell, it’s no laughing matter!"

She shot her son a glare as she spoke.

"Look what you’ve put her through! Her face is as pale as a sheet, and her lips have no color."

She glanced at Song Qingya lying in bed, her heart aching for her, and sighed.

"The postpartum period drains a woman’s vitality the most. If you don’t recover well now, you’ll be left with ailments that will be hard to get rid of for a lifetime."

Giving birth was truly risking your life; the stories about the level-ten pain were no exaggeration.

She herself had been through the same thing back in the day and knew how terrifying that tearing pain could be.

Now, seeing her daughter-in-law suffer, she felt worse than anyone.

Song Qingya leaned against the headboard, propped up by soft pillows.

A thick, soft cotton quilt was draped over her.

Her hair had been simply combed and was gathered loosely at the back of her head.

She quietly watched the scene before her.

Fei Jin was being scolded by his mother like a schoolboy who’d misbehaved.

Still, the man wouldn’t be deterred. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quietly sidled up to the crib. He bent over and reached out, wanting to pull down a corner of the blanket, afraid the baby was too hot.

But his movements were incredibly clumsy. The moment his fingers touched the edge of the blanket, the little guy peed all over his hand without any warning.

Instantly, he frantically shook his hand, exclaiming in a low voice, "Whoa! How’s his aim so good!"

Liu Li turned to look and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Song Qingya couldn’t help but laugh out loud too.

Even Yaoyao, who had just woken up, gurgled a soft laugh.

A little while later, Fei Jin brought over a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup and sat carefully on the edge of the bed.

Tiny wisps of white steam rose from the rim of the bowl.

He blew on a spoonful to cool it before gently bringing it to her lips.

"Here, drink it while it’s hot. Mom says this soup is the best for restoring your strength and energy."

He was all smiles, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

She looked at the man before her, a smile unconsciously tugging at her lips.

’This man could be incredibly stubborn sometimes.’

’Once he set his mind on something, not even wild horses could drag him away.’

’He had a temper, too, and would sometimes bicker with me just to be right.’

’But for the people he cared about...’

’Especially me... he truly cherished me with every fiber of his being.’

’No matter the issue, big or small, he would quietly take note and show his love, bit by bit, through his actions.’

’With him by my side, fussing over me, and a baby gurgling in my arms, even if life is simple, it’s filled with security and hope.’

She knew that no matter what storms they faced in the future...

...as long as the family was together, there was nothing to fear.

With him and the baby, life was full of things to look forward to.

The afternoon sun spilled into the courtyard, casting a warm, golden glow.

Liu Li was holding Yaoyao, happily chatting with Aunt Qin as they walked.

The two older women walked while looking down to coo at the baby, saying things like, "Oh, Yaoyao is so good," and "He’s looking more and more like his daddy."

A little girl was hopping about nearby, running back and forth chasing a colorful butterfly.

The butterfly fluttered high and low, making her jump and pounce.

Cheng Peng and Guo Ying sat to one side, watching with contented smiles on their faces.

The two of them sat side-by-side on a long bench.

Cheng Peng’s arm rested naturally on Guo Ying’s shoulder, while Guo Ying leaned gently against him, her expression soft.

Their gazes followed the children, smiles never leaving their faces.

Everything was peaceful and warm.

There were no earth-shattering upheavals, no dramatic plot twists.

There was only the companionship found in the quiet rhythm of daily life.

The wind rustled through the treetops, a soft, whispering sound.

’Every day to come, with him by my side, the sound of our children’s laughter...’

’...and my work that I can throw myself into... life is truly wonderful.’

She squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back, lacing his fingers tightly with hers.

No more words were needed; they both understood.

’This life is already perfectly complete.’