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Chapter 321 An'an Thinks

Lu Zhou carefully placed the child in Ming Xiangyang's arms, his fingertips gently supporting the baby's soft neck, and instructed, "Your hands must be here to support his head; the little guy's bones are soft, he can't support himself."

"Okay." Ming Xiangyang looked down at the small, breathing figure in his arms, his lips unconsciously curving upwards, and a gentle smile spreading across his eyes.

Zhang Wei leaned closer, his gaze landing on the baby's face, and exclaimed with a hint of amazement, "This second baby looks just like Shen Li!"

Yan Xiangcheng also came over to take a look and nodded in agreement: "That's right!" Then he turned to the child in Lu Cheng's arms and added with a smile, "The eldest looks just like Shen Li, but upon closer inspection, he has more of Lu Cheng's features."

Lu Zhou frowned slightly, thinking to himself: How does he resemble my second brother? He looks more like me.

Lu Cheng, unaware of his younger brother's ulterior motives, nodded in agreement with Yan Xiangcheng's words: "Yes."

He and Lu Zhou were brothers, and they looked quite similar. It was quite common for the children to look like both him and Lu Zhou.

Ming Xiangyang also glanced at the eldest child in Lu Cheng's arms, a hint of doubt passing through his mind: Was he the only one who thought that this child looked more like Lu Zhou?

The house and the surrounding area were filled with a lively atmosphere, with laughter and the baby's soft whimpers creating a vibrant scene.

In the afternoon, the group had lunch at the villa before dispersing.

As night fell, Shen Li sat on the edge of her bed, flipping through the congratulatory gifts her classmates had given her on the table, and writing them down one by one in her notebook.

Turning to the last page, an exquisite wooden box caught her eye. Upon opening it, she found two warm and lustrous Hetian jade safety buckles inside, with excellent translucency and even color, clearly of considerable value.

"Who gave this to you? It's so precious." Shen Li picked up the peace buckle and stroked it, her tone full of surprise.

Since it's a friendship between classmates, it's fine to give small gifts to express your feelings. Such high-quality Hetian jade is already rare and expensive these days.

Lu Cheng walked over, his gaze falling on the wooden box: "It was sent by Ming Xiangyang, as a gift for his two godson."

Shen Li smiled helplessly, thinking to herself: He really takes the identity of godfather seriously.

Before she could think further, Lu Cheng picked up an inconspicuous cardboard box next to him and opened it. Inside were small round balls wrapped in oil paper.

He took one out, peeled off the outer oil paper, and inside was a shiny black pill, about the size of his little fingertip.

"Take this. It was given to you by Ming Xiangyang. He said you were weak after giving birth, and this pill is to replenish your qi and blood," Lu Cheng explained.

Shen Li looked at the pill, her thoughts pausing slightly.

She only learned later that the Ming family was a family of doctors, but she never understood why Ming Xiangyang, who came from a family of doctors, chose to study chemistry instead of medicine—studying medicine would have been the natural thing to do.

At this moment, Lu Cheng came over with a glass of warm water and handed it to her: "The water temperature is just right, take it quickly. He said to take one pill a day, and if you keep taking it for a while, your body will recover faster."

Shen Li took the water glass, replied "Okay," and swallowed the pills with the warm water.

Lu Cheng sat down beside her, his fingertips gently stroking the top of her head: "Lili, we've decided on the baby's nickname, what do you think of the formal name?"

Shen Li thought of her two children's nicknames, and a warm feeling welled up in her eyes: the older brother was quiet and gentle, so she named him An'an; the younger brother had a loud voice and cried all day long, so she named him "Xiangxiang," which is a homonym for "loud," and it was quite fitting.

But the name should be chosen with more care and careful consideration is needed.

She got up and pulled out several thick ancient books. As she was flipping through them, Lu Zhou pushed open the door and walked in: "Sister Li, what are you looking for?"

"I'm thinking of names for An'an and Xiangxiang," Shen Li replied without looking up.

"Then I'll help too!" Lu Zhou's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over and sat down next to her, leaning in to flip through the book and ponder it together.

After some discussion, the two decided on two names: the eldest brother was named Lu Boyi, and the second brother was named Lu Boxi.

The two brothers had no objections, and their names were decided—both names were tailored to the children's personalities, containing both expectations and reflecting their true nature.

The days of postpartum confinement are ultimately monotonous, but fortunately, I have two little ones to keep me company. Playing with the babies and watching them sleep soundly every day makes it less difficult to get through.

Lu Zhou goes to class during the day and only comes back to the courtyard on weekends.

The courtyard usually doesn't hire many people, but now that two newborns have been added, the manpower is really tight, so they can only ask someone to find two women with experience in taking care of children to help, mainly to take care of the children.

The eldest, An'an, is well-behaved and easy to take care of, while the second child, Xiangxiang, is mischievous and troublesome, requiring a lot of energy.

This matter was then entirely entrusted to Chen Haisheng.

Before Shen Li had even finished her postpartum confinement, Chen Haisheng found two people and took them to see her.

When Shen Li saw one of them, he was stunned—it was Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi was also astonished. She never expected that the owner of this magnificent courtyard was her third sister.

Seeing Shen Li's appearance, Chen Haisheng's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly regretted it: Could it be? Did I hire the wrong person again?

These two are known in their village as honest and hardworking people, so how did they end up running into acquaintances?

"Where did they recruit these people?" Shen Li was the first to look away and asked calmly.

Chen Haisheng quickly explained, "These two are from our production team. Song Zhaodi married into the village from another village. She is down-to-earth and capable, and she also has children of her own, so she has plenty of experience taking care of them. Luo Linghua is a long-time resident of our team. She is also honest and kind, and she has helped other people in the team take care of their children before."

Song Zhaodi lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, unsure of what to say.

She had known for a long time that her third sister came from a good family, but she never expected that in such a short time, her sister would be married and have children.

The courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Song Zhaodi grew increasingly uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke in a weak voice, "I... I'm afraid I'm not suited for this place. I'd better leave first. Haisheng, thank you for giving me this opportunity." With that, she bowed slightly and turned to walk out.

Luo Linghua stood aside, looking completely bewildered.

She was completely baffled. Zhao Di was clearly an honest person, so why did she seem to have a grudge against the young comrade?

Just as Song Zhaodi was about to reach the door, Shen Li suddenly spoke up: "Your father and brother have been sent back in again. Don't you hate me?"

Song Zhaodi stopped abruptly, remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly turned around. Her tone held no resentment, only relief: "They deserved it."

She already knew that her father and brother had been imprisoned again—this time for arson, and the target of the arson was Shen Li's factory.

Song Pandi had previously come to her, hoping she would plead with her third sister to show leniency, but she had refused outright.

The kindness her third sister had shown her had already been repaid last time; no one's tolerance can withstand repeated depletion.