PFC Chapter 244 A happy family of three
Chapter 244 A happy family of three
Murong Yi stepped into the house, her steps hurried yet cautious, as if afraid of disturbing something.
His gaze was instantly drawn to Lin Qianqian on the bed, as if he were being firmly attracted by a magnet.
Lin Qianqian's face was as pale as paper, and she lay weakly asleep on the bed. Having just given birth, her breath was faint, and each breath seemed to be a struggle to pull on the thread of life.
Murong Yi's heart clenched suddenly, and tenderness welled up in his eyes. His gaze was filled with self-blame and heartache, and his steps unconsciously slowed down as he slowly walked forward, as if he were approaching the most precious yet most fragile treasure in the world.
Just then, Xiaodie saw Murong Yi enter. She quickly stood up, bowed respectfully, and said in a soft but respectful voice, "Your Highness~"
Upon hearing this, Murong Yi gently beckoned to her, his expression tender yet authoritative, and said softly, "You may leave now! I will stay here and watch over the Princess Consort..."
Xiao Die responded with a "Yes!" As she answered, she subconsciously glanced at the weak Lin Qianqian on the bed, then looked up at Murong Yi, who had a pained expression on his face. Only after confirming the prince's concern for the princess did she turn around and leave silently, not forgetting to gently close the door behind her as she went out, afraid that the slightest sound would disturb the couple inside.
Outside, Wuming saw Xiaodie emerge from the house and quickly went to greet her. His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with doubt, and he asked, "Xiaodie, why did you come out? The Prince just went in. How is the Princess? Why didn't you stay to take care of her?"
Hearing this, Xiaodie glanced at him, her lips pursed slightly, and she shook her head helplessly. She was utterly speechless at this clueless, nameless man. She pulled him aside and said irritably, "Are you a blockhead?! It's been so long, and you still haven't figured it out! Think about it, at a time like this, of course the Prince should personally take care of the Princess. That's how you strengthen their relationship!"
Upon hearing this, Wuming's eyes flashed with a mixture of doting and helplessness. He smiled slightly and said, "To enhance our relationship? You really know a lot."
Seeing his expression, Xiaodie pouted angrily and asked, "What are you laughing at!"
"What, you won't even let me laugh?" Wuming's smile deepened as he deliberately teased her.
"You! Humph! I can't be bothered to talk to you!" Xiaodie stomped her foot angrily, snorted loudly, and turned to leave in a huff.
Wuming watched her departing figure, a helpless smile still on his face, his eyes full of doting affection.
Then, his gaze slowly turned to the inner room, his eyes gradually becoming deep, as if he were pondering something.
A moment later, he sighed softly, turned and left silently, his figure gradually disappearing into the corridor.
Inside the room, Murong Yi sat on the edge of the bed, gazing quietly at Lin Qianqian. The dim light outlined the complex contours of his face.
His eyes were slightly red, as if shrouded in a thin mist, with glistening tears shimmering within. His eyes were filled with heartache and emotion; the heartache was like a dull knife, cutting into his heart again and again; the emotion was like the warm spring sun, filling his heart with warmth and tenderness.
He slowly reached out his hand, his large, calloused hand trembling slightly with excitement. His fingertips gently touched Lin Qianqian's cheek, his movements as tender as if he were touching a rare treasure, afraid that the slightest force would hurt her.
His hand slowly caressed her cheek as he murmured, "You've worked hard~" His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless affection and tenderness.
Murong Yi's gaze remained fixed on Lin Qianqian, as if everything else in the world had lost its color; his eyes held only her. His gaze was filled with deep affection, boundless tenderness, and a gentle, warm affection like the spring sun.
Looking at Lin Qianqian's weak appearance, every gentle glance he gave her seemed to express silent apology and tenderness, as if saying, "It's my fault for making you suffer like this."
Then, Murong Yi's gaze slowly shifted to the cradle beside the bed, where their child was sleeping peacefully.
The little one was fast asleep, his rosy cheeks like a ripe apple, round and adorable. Long eyelashes cast soft shadows on his eyelids, and his little chest rose and fell gently with his breath. His little mouth smacked occasionally, as if he were having a sweet dream.
Murong Yi gazed at his sleeping baby, a gentle smile unconsciously spreading across his face. His smile was filled with the joy and love of becoming a father for the first time, and his eyes softened, as if the whole world had become incredibly warm and comforting at that moment.
Suddenly, Lin Qianqian slowly woke up from her sleep, her consciousness gradually returning. Her eyelids fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. The moment she opened her eyes, her hazy vision was met with Murong Yi's affectionate gaze.
When Murong saw that she had woken up, her expression, which was full of concern, instantly turned into one of surprise and delight. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she called out softly, "Qianqian, you're awake~" Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, as if she was afraid of disturbing her.
"Murong Yi~" Lin Qianqian's voice was soft and sweet from just waking up, but also tinged with a hint of grievance.
Her eyes were slightly red, and her lower lip was slightly pouting, making her look just like a wronged kitten. Ignoring her weakness, she supported herself on the blankets and slowly sat up, stretching out her arms to Murong Yi, wanting to throw herself into his embrace for comfort.
Seeing this, Murong Yi's eyes were full of worry. He quickly reached out to support her, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was full of heartache and anxiety: "Qianqian, don't rush to get up. You are still so weak. Be careful."
Ignoring her, Lin Qianqian threw herself into Murong Yi's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as if she had found a safe haven. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she said in a tearful voice, "Murong Yi~ you scared me to death! Waaah!" Tears welled up uncontrollably and soaked Murong Yi's shoulder.
She sobbed as she recounted the pain of childbirth, her voice breaking with sobs: "Childbirth is so painful... Waaah... It hurts, it hurts so much that everything goes black before my eyes, I can't do anything, I can only let the excruciating pain overwhelm me. I'm so scared, scared that I'll never see you again, scared that I'll never be able to watch our child grow up, scared that I'll never hear my parents' voices again... Every wave of pain is like a reminder that I might be leaving you like this."
As she spoke, she tightened her grip on Murong Yi's arm, as if afraid that if she let go, those terrible experiences would come back to haunt her.
As Murong Yi listened to Lin Qianqian's tearful complaints, her eyes reddened slightly, filled with worry and heartache, yet also with endless doting affection.
He subconsciously patted her back gently, and with his other hand he tenderly stroked her head, as if soothing a frightened fawn.
"Qianqian, it's my fault. I made you suffer so much pain. I couldn't share your burden." Murong Yi's voice trembled slightly, full of self-blame. "For the rest of my life, I will never let you down. I wish to find a soulmate and stay together until we grow old. I will be with you, watching our child grow up, accompanying you through the years, and never letting you face these fears and hardships alone again."
His gaze was firm and ardent as he looked at Lin Qianqian with deep affection, as if making a lifelong promise to her.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's tear-streaked face broke into a touched smile, her heart instantly filled with warmth.
She looked up at Murong Yi, her eyes brimming with love, and the two embraced tightly.
Just as they were enjoying their sweet moment, the baby by the bed suddenly woke up and burst into tears.
Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian released each other and looked over.
Murong Yi leaned forward slightly, her movements as gentle as a spring breeze, her slender fingers lightly stroking Lin Qianqian's cheek, wiping away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes.
Lin Qianqian's cheeks flushed red, like the sunset on the horizon. She lowered her eyes shyly and smiled, then quickly lowered her head again, as if she was at a loss for words because of this sudden sweetness.
Murong Yi carefully picked up the baby, her movements clumsy yet full of tenderness, gently rocking him while humming a tuneless little melody.
Lin Qianqian reached out and gently touched the baby's little hand with her fingertips, softly murmuring, "Baby, don't cry, Mommy and Daddy are here with you!"
The baby seemed to sense their comfort, and the crying gradually subsided, with only occasional sobs.
Warm sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the family of three in a warm, yellow glow.
Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian smiled at each other, their eyes filled with the joy of becoming parents for the first time and their anticipation for the future. At that moment, the room was filled with an atmosphere of happiness, and this scene became one of their most precious memories.