Chapter 169: Why Have Another Child, Cotton Flower?

Before the child was born, Hu Yao and Jiang Han had discussed the child’s name, but they only talked about it briefly and never settled on one.

“Little brother is called Jiang Erniu.” Jiang Xiaochao, munching on a pastry, said excitedly.

“……Do you want to call your brother that, Chaochao?” Hu Yao choked.

“Yes, Daddy said so. I’m Daniu.”

Hu Yao: “…”

It turned out that the two of them had already chosen a name for the child behind her back.

She couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Han: “What about if it’s a girl? Did you two choose a name for her too?”

“Daddy said the girl would be called Jiang Mianhua.” Jiang Xiaochao, eating, spoke unclearly, turning “Mianhua” into “Pick Cotton.”

“Well, you work harder next year and pick out a Cotton Flower.” Jiang Han’s tone was relaxed.

The names he gave the children, whether boy or girl, were extremely casual. No wonder he had asked others to name Jiang Xiaochao.

In Hu Yao’s opinion, the name Jiang Erniu was still too informal, especially compared to the name of his brother, Jiang Xiaochao.

Grandpa Liu had said that when naming Jiang Xiaochao, he hoped he would be diligent in his studies, have a bright and cheerful spirit, and be optimistic and joyful.

Jiang Xiaochao was indeed very cheerful, carefree, and didn’t hold grudges.

Since they were her own children, Hu Yao naturally wanted to give this child the same beautiful hopes.

But she had no experience in naming children.

“Write down two names and let the dog draw lots, whichever one it picks is the one.” Jiang Han, seeing her struggling, casually offered a solution.

It was indeed very casual, he let the dog draw lots instead of doing it himself.

Hu Yao looked at him in frustration: “Did your father and mother also let a dog choose your name?”

“How did you find out about that?” Jiang Han snorted, not denying it. His parents had indeed named him this way.

Hu Yao: “…”

She was speechless again.

In the end, the younger brother’s name was decided by drawing lots, but not by the dog, but by his older brother, Jiang Xiaochao.

Originally, Hu Yao wanted to let the younger brother draw himself, but his little hand was always clenched into a fist, motionless. Hu Yao gently poked it, and he squeezed it even tighter.

The name Jiang Xiaochao drew for him was Jiang Fuheng.

This name was written by Jiang Han.

“You’re not satisfied? Let Jiang Fuchao throw it away and draw again.”

“No, let’s call him that.” Hu Yao shook her head. There were only four names, and he only wrote this one. Since Jiang Xiaochao drew it, it meant this name was destined for him.

If he didn’t like it and threw it away to draw again, what was the point of drawing lots?

“Little brother will be called Hengheng from now on.” Hu Yao looked down at the little guy in her arms, her eyes soft.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he happened to come out to celebrate the festival with them that day.

The round moon outside was bright yellow, the stars were twinkling, and it was just as bright at night. Hu Yao looked at Jiang Fuheng, then at the bickering father and son, and smiled happily.

That night, Jiang Xiaochao couldn’t sleep with his younger brother, he slept with Jiang Han.

His sleeping posture was indeed bad, he would fall asleep on top of Jiang Han, and he would mumble in his sleep, saying things like he wanted to go herding cattle with his brother.

Jiang Han pushed him away, raised his eyes and looked at Hu Yao sleeping not far away. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he slowly retracted his gaze.

It was still uncomfortable for her to give birth to Jiang Fuheng, not as easy as giving birth to Jiang Fuchao. For a long time, she was too sleepy to fall asleep.

Finally, she fell asleep, but the child woke up crying in the middle of the night. She woke up in a daze, wanting to sit up and hold him.

“What are you moving around for?” Jiang Han stood by her bed, already holding the crying child. He held him with one hand, and the other hand stretched out to support her arm, helping her sit up.

Jiang Fuheng was hungry, and his diaper was dirty.

Jiang Han changed his diaper while grumbling, then stuffed the whimpering child into her arms.

Hu Yao quickly patted his little bundle to soothe him, unbuttoned her clothes and fed him.

After eating and drinking his fill, he stopped crying and opened his sleepy, bright eyes, looking at Hu Yao with wet eyes.

This was the first time he had opened his eyes. Hu Yao lowered her head and met his gaze, her heart softened beyond measure.

His eyes were beautiful, very delicate.

They looked a lot like Hu Yao.

Jiang Xiaochao’s eyes were like Jiang Han’s, and his eyes were like Hu Yao’s.

“Look, Hengheng has opened his eyes.” Hu Yao gently tugged at Jiang Han’s clothes, smiling at him.

Jiang Han followed her words and looked down.

Good, this little thing closed his eyes for him.

He waited for a while, but he didn’t see him open his eyes.

“Hengheng might want to sleep again.” Hu Yao paused and said.

“Throw him over there, let him sleep with his brother.” Jiang Han pointed to Jiang Fuchao’s direction with his chin.

Not long ago, he said that Jiang Fuchao would crush Jiang Fuheng into a pancake, and now Jiang Fuheng just wouldn’t let him see his eyes, and he said to throw him away.

“You go sleep with Chaochao, Hengheng will sleep with me.” Hu Yao gently pushed him, carefully placing Jiang Fuheng, who had closed his eyes tightly, beside her.

He didn’t move.

Seeing her cautious and careful movements, he didn’t pay any more attention to whether Jiang Fuheng opened his eyes or not, he frowned and asked her: “Does it still hurt?”

Hu Yao was slightly stunned.

“Ask the doctor for some painkillers to take.”

Don’t feed him milk again it’s not good, it’s not good, you’re hurting yourself. Jiang Fuchao can drink milk powder, why can’t he?

“I’m much better.” Hu Yao shook her head gently.

“Let me see.” He reached out to lift the thin blanket that was half covering her.

Hu Yao blushed fiercely and quickly grabbed his hand.

“You don’t need to see.”

Her two soft hands tightly gripped his, their touch distinctly warm.

“They can see, why can’t I? Haven’t I seen it before?” Jiang Han was displeased, not understanding why she was being coy. They had done everything, and these two little brats were the result.

“Go back to sleep!” Hu Yao pushed his hand away in embarrassment.

She refused to let him see, her resistance was obvious. Jiang Han was afraid of hurting her, so he didn’t insist on seeing.

He went out for a while, then came back with some painkillers from the doctor, telling her to take them if she felt unbearable pain. He placed the medicine on the table beside her bed, with a glass of warm water he had prepared nearby.

His tall figure stood before her. The night was half over, the lights in the room had been turned off, Jiang Fuchao and his brother were both asleep. The night was quiet, his low, reassuring voice held a faint hint of gentleness.

The hospital corridor was brightly lit, a beam of light shone through the unclosed gap in the door. He stood with his back to the light, the dim light refracted, casting a shadow on his sharp jawline.

He had no expression, his dark eyes focused on her as he spoke, the emotions in his eyes were unclear.