The Beautiful Stepmother from the Eighties: Marrying a Factory Director to Raise Kids

Chapter 471

She pointed at Zhou Yueshen's nose and cursed loudly.She didn't care at all that this was a hospital; this whole family lacked basic manners.

The son was smoking, and his mother was making an unbearable racket at the top of her lungs.

It really was true that birds of a feather flock together.

Inside the room, Si Nian, who hadn't been asleep for long, was woken up by the noise.

She frowned and asked, "What's going on? Why is it so loud?"

Chen Haoran whispered, "Master got into an argument with another family. That man was smoking, and his mother came in making a huge fuss. Master couldn't stand it and told him to smoke outside, but he didn't get physical..."

Si Nian said with a headache, "Why can't we have any peace even in the hospital?"

To be honest, hospital conditions nowadays were not very good.

This kind of central hospital was even worse. Everyone rushed here, and it was packed to capacity every single day.

Many people were crammed seven or eight to a ward.

When going through the admission procedures, she had made sure to ask the doctor in advance to assign her a room with as few people as possible.

She was just worried it would be too noisy.

She hadn't expected it to still be this noisy with only two patients in the room.

Not to mention the noise, the other party was swaggering around smoking right in the ward.

This seriously crossed Si Nian's bottom line.

It wasn't that she couldn't accept men smoking, but to smoke so brazenly in a place where smoking was prohibited, completely disregarding the feelings of a pregnant woman—how was that any different from being human trash?

As if sensing something, Zhou Yueshen glanced toward the room and met Si Nian's eyes.

Seeing that she had been woken up, his expression turned even uglier.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with women, especially unreasonable ones like her.

He simply reached out, grabbed the man by the collar, and strode out.

If he could solve it with action, he absolutely wouldn't waste breath talking.

The man was terrified, thinking Zhou Yueshen was actually going to beat him up, and begged for mercy the entire way.

He wasn't stupid. How could his frail, 1.7-meter frame compare to the tall, muscular man in front of him?

Yet, his mother didn't think the situation was big enough.

She followed along, cursing the whole time.

It was as if she was afraid the man wouldn't get beaten up.

Zhou Yueshen's face was cold and dark. People looked at them along the way, but no one dared to stop him.

The man watched helplessly as the crowd parted to make way for them.

"..."

He was dragged and tossed outside the security room at the entrance.

The two security guards, who were sipping tea and cracking sunflower seeds, didn't even notice him until Zhou Yueshen knocked on the door.

They shuddered in fright, hurriedly standing up to ask what was going on.

Zhou Yueshen pointed at the pathetic-looking man on the ground and said, "He was smoking in the hospital ward and making a loud racket, disturbing my wife's rest."

The two guards froze for a moment, then came to their senses. Standing up straight, they said angrily, "Nonsense! How can anyone smoke in a hospital ward?"

"Didn't you see the hospital's no-smoking signs, kid? Get over here!"

The two guards pulled the dumbfounded man over.

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She pointed at the two guards and started cursing at them.

Zhou Yueshen couldn't be bothered with her. After returning to the hospital, he asked to change wards.

However, they informed him that there were no vacant wards left.

Hearing that his wife had a natural delivery, they told him she could be discharged after a day or two of observation.

They asked him to bear with it, as it was peak time at the hospital, and having a double room was already very good.

Zhou Yueshen frowned and returned to the ward. Seeing Si Nian looking at him eagerly, he restrained the coldness in his eyes, stepped forward, and touched her forehead. "Sorry for waking you up."

Si Nian shook her head. "It's not your fault. How did it go?"

Zhou Yueshen: "I handed him over to security to deal with. If he makes noise again, I won't hold back."

"Can't we switch to a private room, Master?" Chen Haoran asked.

Zhou Yueshen shook his head.

Si Nian also guessed that Zhou Yueshen must have asked and found out there were no rooms left.

If there were, the hospital would have arranged it for her when she first went through the admission procedures.

After all, it wasn't like she didn't have money.

Chen Haoran felt awkward; no one paid him any attention.

"Mom, when can we go home? I don't want you to stay here."

Second Child said unhappily.

Si Nian smiled and said, "We should be able to go home tomorrow or the day after. Just bear with it for a bit."

Second Child nodded at this, then eagerly ran over to look at his little brother. "Mom, little brother is a lazy little pig. The noise didn't even wake him up."

Mom had been woken up, but his little brother was still sleeping.

Si Nian tilted her head to look at the baby, still feeling a bit surreal.

She had actually given birth to a child. Although it was a son and not the daughter she had imagined, Si Nian was still quite happy.

She said to Zhou Yueshen, "Bring him over for me to see."

Zhou Yueshen carefully picked up the little milk dumpling, not daring to use too much force. He slowed his steps and held his breath as he placed the baby next to Si Nian.

Looking at her son, who wasn't crying or fussing but just focused on sleeping, Si Nian found it amusing.

"He really is sleeping soundly. That's good."

She reached out and poked her son's little cheek. The baby smacked his lips and even nuzzled against her hand.

Si Nian widened her eyes, a wave of pleasant surprise washing over her. She immediately looked up at Zhou Yueshen. "Did you see that? He nuzzled me."

"Like a little kitten."

Zhou Yueshen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of description was that?

He didn't know that Si Nian used to have a cat. Their son's movement was just like her little cat's, incredibly cute.

What Si Nian feared most was a noisy child, but from birth until now, he had only given a couple of symbolic cries and had been very quiet ever since.

It seemed this child was as steady as his father.

That was really nice.

The family looked warmly at the baby, making the woman to the side seem exceptionally lonely.

Only when she heard them mention a son did she helplessly turn her head to glance at the family, asking, "Comrade, did you give birth to a son?"

Si Nian tilted her head to look at her. The woman looked very pathetic, her face deathly pale, and she was currently staring at Si Nian with envy.

Hearing her tone, Si Nian guessed that this woman must have given birth to a daughter.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked like that out of the blue.

She nodded slightly and said yes.

Sure enough, the other party became even more envious.

She sighed, "I really envy you. You already have sons and you gave birth to another son. Do you have any secret recipe over there?"

She assumed that Second Child and Yaoyao were both Si Nian's children. Although Si Nian looked very young, she had heard them call her Mom.

Si Nian fell silent for a moment before saying, "Sorry, I don't."

She couldn't change the patriarchal mindset of this era that favored boys over girls, but she wasn't going to offer any comfort or advice either.

Respecting other people's destinies was Si Nian's rule of survival.

The woman sighed again. "My husband went overboard just now. I hope you aren't angry and won't hold it against him. He was just upset inside. Who can blame him, since I gave birth to three girls in a row?"

"Before the birth, we hired a spirit medium to read my fortune. We spent a lot of money and I drank a lot of medicine. They said this pregnancy would definitely be a son, which is why my mother-in-law was willing to spend money to put me in a good ward, just waiting for me to give birth to a son. Who knew it would be another daughter..."

Perhaps because no one had talked to her and it had been building up inside, she started talking to Si Nian as if she were talking to herself, pouring out her grievances.

Si Nian could hear the disgust in her tone.

If even she despised it herself, what right did she have to blame her husband and mother-in-law?

She said indifferently, "I didn't ask."

When others were perfectly happy, bringing up such negative things—could she really expect them to sympathize with her?

It wasn't that Si Nian couldn't listen, but she simply disliked hearing others pour out their grievances.

Not to mention she didn't even know the woman.

Spreading negative energy when someone else was in a good mood.

Did she want others to be just as unhappy as she was?

And she even had the nerve to say not to blame her husband.

She had just given birth and was already being despised by her mother-in-law, while her husband smoked. She herself felt it was wrong, yet she told others not to blame him?

There was truly nothing pitiable about a person like that.

The words the woman was about to say came to an abrupt halt, and her expression turned somewhat awkward.

...

Inside the library.

Zhou Zedong was reading a book, but for some reason, he started to feel restless.

Usually, on his days off, he could stay cooped up in the library all day.

But today, he just couldn't focus on the words.

He kept feeling as if something was about to happen.

Even Xiao Bowen, who was beside him, noticed his absent-mindedness.

He asked in confusion, "Zhou Zedong, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Zedong frowned, simply closed his book, and said, "I don't want to read anymore. I'm going home. You can read by yourself."

Because Xiao Bowen also liked coming to the library, the two of them frequently ran into each other here.

After all, they had helped celebrate his birthday before, so Zhou Zedong wasn't as cold to Xiao Bowen as he used to be. Seeing him come over and sit next to him, he just quietly read his book without disturbing him.

So he let his little actions slide.

This situation had lasted for a long time, so both of them had tacitly accepted each other's presence.

Every weekend, Xiao Bowen would come over early in the morning to save the best seat for him.

When he saw him arrive, he would start reading.

Normally, Zhou Zedong could not be disturbed when he was reading.

But today, he had been frowning the whole time, and after only a few hours, he was already leaving.

Xiao Bowen couldn't read anymore either. He quickly closed his book, stood up, and said, "I want to go too. I want to go to your house and play with Little Han."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Zedong nervously, afraid of being rejected.

Actually, every time he came over on the weekend and saw Zhou Zedong going home, he really wanted to tell him that he wanted to go over too.

But he could never bring himself to say it.

Ever since Zhou Zedong had a talk with his grandmother last time, he was somehow a little afraid of him.

Afraid that he would get angry.

That's right, he had intentionally guided Zhou Zedong and the others to his house to celebrate his birthday, wanting him to discover that they were actually brothers.

He didn't want to force Zhou Zedong and the others to come back; he just wanted to have siblings.

Even just one would be fine. He didn't want to be alone all the time; it was too lonely.

But he hadn't expected Zhou Zedong to hate his grandmother so much that he wouldn't even let her interact with them anymore.

Now Xiao Bowen didn't have an excuse to go play with them either.

He could only use coming to the library as an excuse to be with him.

Only in this way could he feel a little less lonely.

Usually, they could sit there all day.

Today, since Zhou Zedong was leaving, he couldn't sit still either.

Zhou Zedong paused and glanced at him.

"Suit yourself."

Xiao Bowen was immediately pleasantly surprised. He hurriedly stuffed his notebook into his backpack and trotted after him.

Just as they left, a sneaky-looking woman walked in.

Her face didn't look too good.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly stepped on something on the ground.

She looked down and saw a photograph.

The woman bent down to pick it up and saw a familiar face.

She paused, and then her expression turned extremely ugly.