Don't Try to Run Away, Madam President: The Cute Triplets

Chapter 478 Fu Sihan coaxes the child

I suppressed the shock and excitement surging within me and tried to keep my voice steady: "Send it to me first." The moment I hung up, the phone screen lit up, revealing a faded photo. In it, a little girl in a floral dress with lopsided pigtails, her chubby cheek stained with a biscuit crumb, stood in front of an old residential building, her brow furrowed as if she'd seen someone she shouldn't have.

My eyes were fixed on the picture of the little girl in the photo, and suddenly I thought of Wang Aihua's daughter. I wonder if there is any connection. When I looked at the sky outside, it was already dark.

The voice-activated lights in the hallway flickered. Wang Aihua carried steaming plates. In porcelain bowls, she filled them with carefully cooked spare ribs, braised chicken, and steamed fish. The rising white mist blurred her reading lenses. As she entered, she habitually pushed the door open with her shoulder and said with a gentle smile, "Madam, I made a special chicken soup today to replenish your energy and blood. Eat more, and your milk will come in faster. Madam, you had a heavy hemorrhage during childbirth this time. How can the little girl survive without milk? No matter how good the formula is, it's not as good as breast milk."

At this moment, Fu Sihan walked in from outside, the hem of his windbreaker still stained with night dew. Looking at the sumptuous dinner prepared by Wang Aihua, he said, "Auntie Wang, Wanting will be out of confinement in half a month. I'm going to trouble you to take care of her now. I've been so busy at the company lately that I can't take care of everything. I hope you can help take care of Wanting and the baby." His eyes swept over the medicine bowls stacked on the bedside and the sleeping child in the crib, his Adam's apple moving. "I'll definitely thank you when I'm done."

Wang Aihua was skimming the fat off the chicken broth with a spoon when she heard this and quickly waved her hand. "What are you talking about, Mr. Fu? Taking care of the Madam and the young lady is my job." She turned and scooped out half a bowl of fermented rice wine and eggs from the thermos. Two soft-boiled eggs lay in the amber broth. "You haven't had dinner yet, have you? This is a snack for the Madam. If there's any left, you can have some."

Fu Sihan was about to refuse when several children rushed in. Fu Muze said excitedly, "Grandma Wang, your cooking is so delicious! My brother, sister and I can smell it from far away. I want some too!" Before Wang Aihua could say anything, he picked up a piece of greasy pork ribs with chopsticks, took a big bite, and said with his mouth full of oil, "Wow! It's a hundred times better than the sweet and sour pork ribs that Dad makes!"

Fu Yitian stood by the door, clutching a crumpled piece of drawing paper, timidly looking at the dishes on the table. She was the quietest of the Fu family children, but at that moment, she couldn't take her eyes away from the aroma of the food. Wang Aihua noticed the little girl huddled in the corner and quickly picked up a piece of sauce-covered pork ribs with her serving chopsticks and gently placed it in her bowl. "Yitian, try it quickly! It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Fu Yitian took a small bite, and her eyes lit up instantly. She said vaguely, "Grandma Wang, these spareribs are sweet, like spring nectar." She suddenly thought of her sister and said quickly, "Mom, did my sister cry today? I'm still waiting to buy her a Barbie doll."

Wang Aihua was stunned for a moment, then realized Fu Yitian was asking me. I lay on the hospital bed, smiling and shaking my head: "Sister was very well behaved today. She fell asleep after drinking milk. Don't worry." Fu Yitian finally breathed a sigh of relief and carefully took another bite of the ribs, as if savoring some precious delicacy.

Fu Sihan watched his daughter concentrate on eating, a rare hint of tenderness in his eyes: "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you." He turned to Wang Aihua and said, "Auntie Wang, Yitian is usually very picky about food, but I didn't expect she likes your cooking so much."

Wang Aihua wiped her hands and looked at Fu Yitian kindly: "Children are in the growth stage, so they can't be picky about food. When Yitian wants to eat something, just tell Grandma Wang and I'll make it for you."

Fu Yitian raised her head, sauce on the corner of her mouth, her eyes sparkling: "Really? Grandma Wang, I want to eat strawberry cake, cream puffs, and..." She listed several desserts in one breath, feeling a little embarrassed, and her voice got smaller and smaller, "But, I know these are too difficult to make..."

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult!" Wang Aihua smiled and touched her head. "After Madam is out of confinement, Grandma Wang will make it for you."

At this time, Fu Muze had finished the food in his bowl and licked his lips with satisfaction: "Grandma Wang, can I have another bowl? It's so delicious!"

Fu Mukai said dissatisfiedly, "Fu Muze, this is Mom's confinement meal. You ate it all, what do you want Mom to eat? Mom also has to feed her sister, how can it be without nutrition!" The boy frowned and pushed the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking like a little adult. Fu Muze shrank his neck at his brother's scolding, but he still muttered stubbornly, "But it's really delicious..."

Seeing this, Wang Aihua quickly came to the rescue and took out another portion of food from the thermos. "It's okay, it's okay. Grandma prepared an extra portion. If Mu Ze wants to eat, just tell him. But next time, don't just take care of yourself. Save some for your brothers and sisters." As she spoke, she specially picked up a piece of crispy pork ribs for Fu Mu Kai. "Mu Kai is such a thoughtful child. He knows how to take care of his mother and sister."

Fu Mukai's ears flushed, and he whispered, "Thank you, Grandma Wang," his eyes furtively glancing toward the hospital bed. I lay there, watching the children play, my heart filled with warmth. The lively atmosphere dispelled much of the postpartum weakness. My little daughter let out a soft hum in her crib, and Fu Yitian immediately leaped over like a little rabbit, gently rocking the crib and humming a nursery rhyme.

The incandescent light in the ward cast a soft glow. I looked at the thin boy before me, his wrist bones prominent, and the cuffs of his school uniform washed white. I reached out a trembling hand and gently placed it over the back of his hand, which had distinct knuckles. The warmth from my palm made my throat tighten. "Kaikai, do you blame your mother for taking you away for five years? You were a poor child for five years, and I left your brother and sister at the Fu family. Do you think your mother is partial?"

Fu Mukai's eyelashes trembled violently, and his eyes behind his glasses quickly drooped. His Adam's apple rolled twice, as if swallowing a thousand words, and finally squeezed out only one sentence: "What nonsense, Mom?" The boy turned his face away, but the tips of his ears flushed uncontrollably, revealing the waves beneath his calm appearance.

Wang Aihua was changing a baby's diaper nearby, the bamboo fiber diaper making a soft rustling sound. She paused, her calloused hands gently placing the changed baby back into the cradle. She turned and scooped a bowl of steaming red bean porridge from the thermos. The bowl clattered against the bedside table, and she spoke gently, "Madam, drink it while it's hot. Kaikai must be worried about you, after all, you were the one she carried for ten months. I'll leave the little girl with you. After all, you're her mother, so you should cultivate your feelings."

Upon hearing this, Fu Sihan quickly embraced the child and said, "Auntie Wang." Fu Sihan spoke again, his Adam's apple rolling as he pronounced the name, as if chewing on a strange yet warm word. "You've been working non-stop these past few days, and the whites of your eyes are bloodshot." He tilted his head to look at me, who was dazedly holding red bean porridge. "Wanting needs someone to take care of her, and the children can't do without you. Go and rest, and I'll take care of them tonight."

The sweet aroma of red bean porridge hung in the air. Fu Muze had unknowingly peeked in through the door frame, his eyes wide open. "Dad can actually hold a child? The sun is rising from the west!" Before he could finish his words, Fu Mukai had already grabbed his brother's collar and pulled him back, his eyes behind his glasses unable to hide his surprise. Only Fu Yitian tiptoed over and pinched her father's face. "Dad is going to be a super dad!"