My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 205: Post-Marriage Side Story 3

When she was eight months pregnant, Fu Ying completed her graduation thesis defense and began to enter the next stage of her life.

After graduating from college, some high school classmates who would reunite every year didn’t invite Fu Ying this time knowing she was heavily pregnant.

After dinner, Shen Liguang took her for a walk because the last time he accompanied Fu Ying for a prenatal exam, the doctor said walking was beneficial for childbirth, and he remembered that.

While walking, they discovered a barbecue stand by the roadside...

Fu Ying averted her gaze, looking elsewhere.

The man lowered his eyes and asked her with a smile, "Want to eat?"

Fu Ying looked up at him: "Brother... Can I?"

Seeing her pitiful look, filled with hope and longing, Shen Liguang’s heart softened, and he grilled her two skewers of gluten.

Fu Ying finally got a taste of it.

At night when they returned home, she suddenly craved the orange-flavored candies that she had eaten from high school to college; those candies had been discontinued a year ago.

Shen Liguang had no choice but to buy her other orange-flavored candies.

The little girl complained while tearing open the candy wrapper and stuffing the candies into her mouth.

In the middle of the night, she craved grapes, and it was three in the morning.

Because of her single sentence, Shen Liguang went out.

It was probably around five o’clock when he returned, not knowing where he had been, but he really brought them back, and by that time Fu Ying had already lain down in bed and slept.

Shen Liguang put the grapes in the fridge, went back to the room to see her, and chuckled.

"Little thing, truly heartless."

He cursed softly but was endearingly indulgent, extremely tired, and cuddled up with Fu Ying to sleep.

The next day, seeing the grapes in the fridge made Fu Ying feel a bitter sweetness.

...

In August, Lin Lishan and Sheng Chen went to graduate school. After four years of a long-distance relationship, with little arguments and even a breakup, they still hung in there, and now the two were finally together.

Fu Ying was close to giving birth, her belly aching in waves, so painful that it brought tears, unable to eat anything all day, yet she forced something down.

Fu Mingchuan saw her in pain and felt distressed too, didn’t go anywhere that whole day, staying in the hospital.

However, after a whole day of pain, there was no sign of labor. The doctor visited several times and said it wasn’t time yet, advising to wait a little longer.

In the evening, she was in so much pain that she couldn’t sleep, and those who stayed to care for her in the hospital couldn’t sleep either.

Fu Yan stepped out of the ward, saw her sitting in the corridor on a chair, head lowered, wiping away tears, looking pitiful.

Fu Yan went over, didn’t know what to say to comfort her but reached out to touch her little head.

She couldn’t bear the pain until the middle of the night and squatted in the fire escape crying and calling him.

At that time, he had just returned to the station after responding to a police call, and his mind was always on her. He was just about to call the hospital to check in when she beat him to it.

"Brother, my stomach hurts so much."

Over the phone, the little girl’s voice was crying, hardly articulate.

Shen Liguang felt oppressed in his heart and took a deep breath: "Brother can’t come to the hospital to see you now, sorry, Yingying."

Fu Ying sniffled, a wave of pain hitting her and she furrowed her brows tightly, speaking after a while: "I, I’m in so much pain."

Shen Liguang went to the smoking area, lit a cigarette, and listened to the girl’s pained voice with intense frustration: "It’s my fault, let’s not have children anymore."

Fu Ying sniffled and hummed with a heavy nasal sound.

There was no alarm at the station, and Shen Liguang kept the call going.

She was in pain intermittently, constantly muttering about the pain, and Shen Liguang took a deep drag on his cigarette, sharing in the discomfort.

After an unknown duration of the call, an alarm at the station sounded, and Shen Liguang had to hang up.

"Yingying, brother has to go on a mission, sorry Yingying, brother is not a qualified husband..."

The voice over the phone abruptly stopped; Fu Ying knew he had been called out to an emergency.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, sitting on the steps, covering her face, and quietly sobbing.

Outside the safety passage, Fu Yan leaned against the wall, sighing deeply.

Xia Jinyun walked over, heard the crying, and frowned: "What happened?"

"Probably stomach pains, and the person who should be with her isn’t here, so she’s likely feeling quite upset."

Xia Jinyun nodded: "Let’s see if her water will break tonight. If she can’t take it, we’ll opt for a cesarean section."

"I’ll give birth naturally."

Fu Ying wiped away her tears and returned to the ward to anxiously wait for a while.

She hadn’t eaten much that day and hardly drank any water, her lips were dry and peeling.

Li Ruolan brought some wontons, but after a few bites, Fu Ying couldn’t eat anymore because of the pain.

It wasn’t until the early morning that Fu Ying was finally wheeled into the delivery room, while he was still out fighting fires.

On the way back after completing the task, Qian Zheng asked: "Boss, isn’t your wife about to give birth?"

Shen Liguang was preoccupied with thoughts of her, nodded "mhmm" without uttering another word, his face stern.

"Being a firefighter, not even being able to go to the hospital when your own wife is about to give birth, I haven’t been home for Chinese New Year in eight years."

"Do you have it worse than the boss? He’s local and hasn’t spent New Year’s at home in five years."

"What’s that compared to someone I know who hasn’t been home for New Year’s in eleven years."

Several people complained in the vehicle while Shen Liguang frowned, tried calling Fu Ying but got no answer, so he had to call Fu Yan instead.

At that time, Fu Ying had just come out of the delivery room, looked at her child, and then fell asleep.

In her sleep, she felt someone gently wiping sweat from her forehead, tucking away the strands of hair sticking to her skin and bending over to lightly kiss her between the eyebrows.

He had rushed over, still wearing his firefighter gear, relieved to see that the girl was alright.

He went to see Fu Ying before checking on the child.

A baby boy, body reddish, with a wrinkled little face, sleeping soundly and sweetly.

Fu Mingchuan glanced at the still-sleeping Fu Ying and sighed: "Yingying suffered this time, bearing the pain just to give birth to your child."

Shen Liguang said nothing, sitting by the bed and looking at the little girl.

She seemed extremely tired, her small face pale, her lips cracked. Shen Liguang moistened them with some water.

It was almost noon when people started to wake up.

Li Ruolan stewed some soup, served a big bowl to her, and urged her to eat.

Fu Ying didn’t eat much yesterday and had exhausted her strength; now that the baby was born, her stomach didn’t hurt anymore, and her appetite improved.

Ready to regain strength, she went to hold her child; upon seeing the baby’s appearance, Fu Ying frowned slightly.

So tiny, with a reddish body and wrinkled face, but the eyes—bright and large—seemed to be filled with curiosity for this new environment.

The baby looked a little ugly...

Fu Ying scrutinized Shen Liguang carefully, assessing him from top to bottom: "Brother, you... you didn’t have plastic surgery, did you?"

Shen Liguang raised an eyebrow, half irritated, half amused: "Why don’t you say he inherited your looks?"

Wen Qing couldn’t help but laugh at the couple’s conversation: "Newborns are like this at first, they’ll look better after some time."

At first, Fu Ying didn’t believe it, but on the day of discharge, the little boy’s skin returned to a normal color.

Nurtured for another half a month, the wrinkled little face had suddenly become fair and tender, and as he gradually gained weight, he became much better looking.

Raised bit by bit, he turned out to be quite handsome.

But the child didn’t have a name yet.

At night, Shen Liguang soothed the child to sleep, then whispered to her: "Let’s call him Shen Tingfeng."