The Heiress School Beauty and the Illegitimate Son School Bully: Chapter 34

However, a group of people on websites who envied Xiao Yi began whispering behind his back, saying that he was not a real man at all, merely a coward shackled by his family. When Xiao Yi heard the rumors, he only smiled indifferently. He said to Song Qian, “They do not understand. In my heart, protecting you and our children is my most important mission. That is what true responsibility means.”

Moved, Song Qian clasped his hand. Under the pressure and interference of the outside world, their love grew ever more unbreakable. Their hearts were set solely on the arrival of their babies, ready to welcome both the happiness and the challenges that came with the newest members of their family.

As the pregnancy slowly progressed, Song Qian’s abdomen rose with elegant fullness, like a moon gradually rounded by the abundance of love. Xiao Yi watched the changes in her figure, his heart filled with emotions both complicated and wondrous. Whenever his gaze fell upon the curve that sheltered new life, he felt overwhelming awe as well as an anticipation he could scarcely suppress.

He often reflected silently: This is the fruit of our love, the most precious gift life has given us. I must do everything in my power to protect them both.

And so Xiao Yi became as busy as a migratory bird carefully building its nest. With boundless enthusiasm and painstaking attention to detail, he prepared the nursery that would hold countless warm family memories. Each quiet night, he buried himself in piles of books on childcare, studying them word by word and line by line. At times his brows drew together in concentration; at others, his face opened into a smile, as though he were exploring a mysterious and hopeful new continent, all so that he could master every skill necessary to care for a pregnant woman and newborn children.

One day, on his way home from work, Xiao Yi found himself stepping into a jewelry store. His eyes moved across the dazzling array of ornaments before finally settling on a delicate pair of silver bracelets.

When he gently picked them up, he could not help imagining the babies’ tiny, rosy wrists wearing them. He seemed almost able to see the blessings engraved upon the bracelets, words that would circle around them like the protective incantations of guardian angels.

He paid for them with a heart full of joy, imagining the expression on Song Qian’s face when she saw the gift. His steps grew lighter as he made his way home.

During the final stage of Song Qian’s pregnancy, her body, like a delicate flower battered by a storm, was often tormented by discomfort. Watching her moods rise and fall with the pain, Xiao Yi was filled with tenderness and concern. He told himself silently that she was enduring a great and arduous battle, and that he had to be her strongest support.

Thus, he was always patient at her side, massaging her swollen feet with warm, steady hands. He also racked his brains for humorous little stories, hoping only to dispel the gloom in her heart and see her smile bloom once more.

At last, on a bright morning when the sunlight seemed like hope breaking through the dawn, Song Qian awoke to waves of abdominal pain that came closer and closer together. Xiao Yi jolted awake at once. After a brief moment of blankness, his mind filled rapidly with tension and worry.

Though flustered, he forced himself to remain calm as he took Song Qian to the hospital. Then, in the small space outside the delivery room, he waited anxiously, motionless as a statue.

While he waited, Song Qian’s father arrived. He said nothing, merely standing rigidly at the door of the delivery room without moving.

Inside, his heart was like a turbulent sea, his thoughts colliding and intertwining: Would she be in great pain? Would the babies be healthy? Time seemed to stretch endlessly, every passing second grinding against the most tender place in his heart.

After several long and agonizing hours, the clear, sweet cries of a newborn finally rang out from the delivery room, pure as heavenly music. A nurse emerged with a broad smile, carrying a pair of fraternal twins, and said to Song Qian, “Congratulations. You have a boy and a girl.”

Xiao Yi felt a loud buzzing fill his mind. Then, a surge of wild joy swept over him like a tide and completely engulfed him.