newbobooks Chapter 552 Wealth Rolling In, What a wonderful omen!
Chapter 552 Wealth Rolling In, What a wonderful omen!
Since Song Ruyan gave birth, Dr. Qian has been acting as both father and mother, and also taking care of this "ancestor".
Song Ruyan reached out her finger and carefully touched her son's wrinkled little face. She grinned, her smile full of pride and satisfaction.
"He's such a tough son!" she announced proudly. "I've even thought of a name for him!"
Dr. Qian's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again. He had a bad feeling: "What do you want to call me?"
"May money roll in!" Song Ruyan said confidently. "May wealth roll in, what a wonderful meaning!"
"puff--"
Chu Ruohan, who was drinking tea to calm her nerves, almost spat out her tea.
Dr. Qian's face turned from deathly pale to ashen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then from ashen to a deep liver color.
He pointed at Song Ruyan, his fingers trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
"You...you...nonsense! This is utter nonsense!" He spun around in anger. "How can a descendant of the Tian family have such...such a vulgar name! No way! Absolutely not!"
"How is it vulgar?" Song Ruyan protested. "It's so down-to-earth! So practical! Should we call it something like classical Chinese phrases? That sounds so tacky!"
Seeing that the two were about to argue over a name, Chu Ruohan quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
"Alright, alright, Ruyan is still in her postpartum period, and Dr. Qian has been working hard all night, so let's all keep quiet."
She glanced at the baby sleeping soundly in the swaddling clothes, then at Gu Junze who had rushed over upon hearing the news, a hint of a smile in her eyes.
Gu Junze walked to the bedside, glanced at the pink little bundle of joy, and said in a deep voice, "He is a blessed child."
He then looked at Doctor Qian, his tone leaving no room for argument: "The name must be loud and grand to be able to suppress the child's destiny."
Doctor Qian seemed to have found his pillar of support, nodding repeatedly: "What the Duke says is true!"
Song Ruyan wanted to say something more, but Chu Ruohan gently pressed her hand down.
Chu Ruohan whispered a few words in her ear, and Song Ruyan pouted, finally giving up.
Finally, Gu Junze pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call him 'Zhenyun'. Qian Zhenyun, his reputation is like thunder, soaring to the heavens."
"Qian Zhenyun..." Doctor Qian savored the name, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, finally clapping his hands in praise, "Excellent! Excellent name! Thank you, Duke, for bestowing this name upon me!"
The naming controversy has finally come to an end.
During the postpartum period, the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion was bustling with activity.
Chu Ruohan visited Song Ruyan and her son almost every day.
Song Ruyan was a restless person. She complained that postpartum confinement was like being in prison, but her body honestly enjoyed Dr. Qian's meticulous care.
On this day, when Chu Ruohan brought Xuan Ge'er and Xiao Qingchen over, she saw Song Ruyan directing the maid to bring her some snacks, while Doctor Qian was earnestly advising her to avoid certain foods.
Little Qingchen was already walking very steadily. She went straight to the bedside and curiously peeked inside the swaddling clothes.
Xuan-ge bowed respectfully before walking to his sister's side and peering at the sleeping baby.
"Mother... little, little..." Xiao Qingchen reached out his finger, wanting to poke Xiao Zhenyun's cheek, but was stopped by Chu Ruohan in a flash.
"Stop fooling around, your little brother is sleeping."
Little Qingchen puffed out her cheeks, tilted her head, and was incredibly curious.
A servant announced from outside the door that Yuling and Steward Qin had returned to the mansion to visit.
Before long, Qin Fang helped Yu Ling in.
Yu Ling was dressed in a lake-green new dress, with an exquisite pearl hairpin in her hair. Her eyes and brows showed the gentleness and contentment of a married woman. When she saw Chu Ruohan, her eyes welled up with tears, and she gave a proper bow.
"lady."
"Get up quickly." Chu Ruohan personally helped her up, took her hand and looked her over carefully. "You look good. It seems Qin Fang has taken good care of you."
Qin Fang stood to the side and smiled憨厚ly.
Yu Ling's cheeks flushed slightly. Seeing Song Ruyan on the bed and the baby beside her, she was overjoyed and quickly presented the prepared congratulatory gift.
After everyone had chatted and laughed for a while, Chu Ruohan took Yuling to her courtyard so that she could have some heartfelt words with her.
"Is Qin Fang treating you well?" Chu Ruohan poured her a cup of tea.
Yu Ling nodded, her eyes brimming with a happy smile. "Qin Fang... he always does what I want. I... my current life is all thanks to Madam."
"Silly girl, you deserve it." Chu Ruohan looked at her, her heart filled with relief. "Seeing you doing well puts my mind at ease."
Just then, a palace eunuch came to deliver an imperial decree, saying that the Empress had heard that Doctor Qian had a son and had specially sent a reward to him.
The congratulatory gifts were extremely luxurious, ranging from longevity locks to gold and jade trinkets, all of which were exquisite.
After the eunuch finished reading out the rewards, he politely conveyed a few words of greeting from the Empress before taking his leave.
Looking at the table full of gifts, Yu Ling sighed, "Her Majesty the Empress still remembers the old days for the Lady."
Chu Ruohan looked at the cold rewards with a calm expression.
She picked up a rattle drum with a gold handle and a jewel-encrusted drumhead. It made a crisp sound when shaken, but it lacked the human touch of ordinary wooden drums.
She smiled, put the rattle drum aside, and said calmly, "Yes, Your Majesty the Empress is always so thoughtful."
That thoughtfulness, separated by palace walls and social status, could never bring back the Su Wan who used to laugh and chat arm in arm with him in the Duke's mansion.
She felt a slight pang of sadness, but it vanished in an instant.
As evening approached, the afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows under the eaves.
Gu Junze had just returned from the palace, and the lights in the room were already on, casting a warm yellow glow that softly illuminated Chu Ruohan's face.
She was sitting on the edge of the tatami mat, watching Xiao Qingchen tirelessly pushing a small wooden duck back and forth on the ground.
Hearing the noise, Chu Ruohan looked up, a gentle smile on her face.
Xiao Qingchen also stopped and turned her little head, her big, bright eyes, like black grapes, looking towards the door.
Upon recognizing Gu Junze, she immediately dropped the little duck, spread her short arms, and stumbled towards him with her short legs.
"Daddy, hug!"
Gu Junze's cold, hard features melted instantly. He bent down, stretched out his long arm, and easily picked up his daughter, then kissed her rosy cheek.
Little Qingchen was lifted high, and her view suddenly opened up. She giggled excitedly, waving her little hands restlessly, and grabbed Gu Junze's hair.
Chu Ruohan shook her head helplessly, "This child is so naughty, she's almost pulled all my hair out."
Gu Junze didn't seem to care, letting his daughter grab his hair, and even deliberately lowered his head to make it easier for her to hold on tighter.
He looked at Xiao Qingchen's smug smile, his eyes full of doting affection.
"Is our Qingchen so strong?" He rubbed his nose against his daughter's nose, teasing her. "Do you want to pluck all of Daddy's hair so you can make Mommy a new hat?"
Xiao Qingchen couldn't understand such complicated words, but she felt that her father was playing with her, so she laughed even more happily and tightened her grip on her hair.
Gu Junze then cried out "Ouch!" and pretended to be in pain.
Then, with ease, she freed her daughter's little hand from her hair and held her in her arms in a different position.
He carried his daughter to Chu Ruohan and sat down next to her. His gaze fell on her slightly tired face, and he reached out his other hand to gently stroke her temple.
"Are you tired today?" His voice was deep and gentle, dispelling the dust and sternness from his appearance.
"It's alright." Chu Ruohan shook her head, leaned on his shoulder, and looked at her daughter who was gradually calming down in his arms.
"The mansion was bustling all day long, with Yu Ling, Ru Yan, and the Empress's gifts. It felt like one thing after another was happening."
His gaze swept over his daughter, who was starting to doze off in his arms, and then landed on Chu Ruohan's face, a smile playing on his lips.
"With this little one making a ruckus and Xuan-ge'er keeping you company, there's never any free time." He rested his chin on the top of her head and whispered, "It'll only get more and more lively from now on."
Chu Ruohan hummed in agreement, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and inhaled his familiar scent. The emptiness and melancholy in her heart seemed to be instantly filled.
Little Qingchen in my arms had closed her eyes, her little mouth slightly open, and she was breathing evenly.
Holding his daughter and embracing his wife, Gu Junze felt all his exhaustion and the turmoil in the court vanish in that moment.
All the splendor of this world can never compare to the warmth of a lamp at home, with wife and children by your side.