Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

Chapter 882: Chapter 882: Like a Little Monkey

He only has this one direct grandson.

"Mr. Meng, there’s still medication to administer." The accompanying doctor intended for Meng Siyu to rest on the hospital bed, but at this moment, Meng Siyu got off the helicopter and headed straight for the maternity ward on the third floor. He remembered clearly the location of the maternity ward from accompanying Tang Yue for check-ups before.

Outside the maternity ward, Zhang Hualian and Mo Xiaolin were anxiously waiting.

Inside the maternity ward, unlike other women giving birth, screaming and shouting, it was quiet, so quiet that it made his heart very uneasy.

When Mr. Meng and the others arrived, Zhang Hualian and the others were slightly surprised, especially since Meng Siyu was still wearing a patient’s gown.

"Si Yu." Mo Xiaolin’s eyes instantly reddened upon seeing Meng Siyu. Holding his hand, she said, "It’s good that you’re safe, it’s good that you’re safe. Don’t worry, Xiao Yue is still inside giving birth, and she’ll be safe too."

"Mom." Meng Siyu, having been in a coma,

had just woken up after so long, traveled by plane, and now looked even more weak.

"How are things?" The elderly Mr. Meng, having stayed up most of the night without sleep, also felt somewhat tired and sat down unceremoniously on a chair beside him.

"Dad, she’s still giving birth, please sit for a bit."

Mo Xiaolin spoke with anxiety and worry, as there was no sound coming from the maternity ward.

Just as Meng Siyu reached the entrance of the maternity ward, a cry came from inside.

’Waa~’

The baby’s cry was loud and clear.

"That’s great, finally she’s given birth." Zhang Hualian let out a deep sigh of relief and then noticed Meng Siyu, who was almost pressed against the door of the maternity ward. He was wearing a patient’s gown, and the needle in his hand seemed freshly removed with the blood not yet stopped.

The joy Zhang Hualian just felt was immediately replaced by shock.

"Si Yu, you should tend to your wound first." Zhang Hualian quickly said.

Mo Xiaolin, as a mother, felt heartache for both Tang Yue and her son, who had just awakened from a coma and rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.

Yet, no matter how anyone persuaded him, Meng Siyu refused to leave.

After a while, the baby was brought out— a boy, weighing five pounds and one ounce, not chubby but not skinny either. Wrapped in a small blanket, his skin was red and wrinkled, so delicate that Meng Siyu was afraid to even touch him, fearing he might break.

Mo Xiaolin held the boy, her words full of gratitude toward Tang Yue.

Mr. Meng and Meng Jin came forward to look at the child in Mo Xiaolin’s arms. Mr. Meng was delighted to have a great-grandson, and Meng Jin felt a very special sentiment—this was his grandson.

Wrinkled, like a little monkey.

Years later, the little monkey would become the one who gave Meng Jin the most headache—smart, mischievous, yet sensible, often making Meng Jin love and hate him.

The second cry, weaker than the first, soon followed, and the nurse brought out the baby—a girl, weighing four pounds and nine ounces, lighter than her brother.

Zhang Hualian and Mo Xiaolin each held one baby, a boy and a girl, dragon-phoenix twins, which couldn’t have been better.

Meng Siyu felt a surge of excitement in his heart as he watched his son and daughter being carried out one by one. He felt a sense of fulfillment rising from the bottom of his heart. The sky was already bright outside, with bright sunlight streaming in, reflecting Meng Siyu’s current mood.

With the two children safely delivered, the next step was to wait for Tang Yue to come out. At this moment, the nurse said the condition of the mother was not good.

Without thinking, Meng Siyu rushed in, Zhang Hualian and the others’ joy instantly vanished, turning into worry for Tang Yue.

When Tang Zhengde arrived, he saw the two of them each holding a child, yet worry was written all over their faces, sending a pang to Tang Zhengde’s heart.

In the maternity ward, Tang Yue, who had just delivered two babies, seemed even paler compared to before. Her jet-black hair clung like it had just been washed. Those bright eyes seemed to have exhausted all their strength. She lay on the delivery bed, looking like a lost doll.

Meng Siyu’s heart felt a sharp pain, as if someone was stretching it and twisting it around.

"Xiao Yue." Meng Siyu half-knelt in front of her, tightly holding her hand, saying, "I’m back. I saw our children, they are beautiful."

"Xiao Yue, you can’t sleep." Dressed in a patient’s gown, Meng Siyu looked at Tang Yue with a pained expression. Seeing Tang Yue like this, it filled his heart with fear and dread.

Over the years, he hadn’t feared any life-threatening situations, but seeing Tang Yue like this, a fear rose from deep within that she might let go and leave him alone.

He half-knelt, maintaining a position where Tang Yue could see him clearly.

"My dear, please wake up. You must not leave me alone."

Meng Siyu did not know Tang Yue’s current condition, but since the doctor told him to keep Tang Yue conscious, Meng Siyu followed through. He squeezed her hand tightly, gently rubbed her cheek with the other, and kept talking by her ear.

There was only one thought in his mind, he had to wake her up, he must wake her, for if she couldn’t awaken, he... would surely follow.

"Xiao Yue, we promised to raise the children together. You can’t leave us behind."

Meng Siyu’s voice trembled, his forehead pressed against her cold one, he said, "Tang Yue, if you dare leave me, I’ll chase you even to hell."

"Si Yu."

Tang Yue’s voice was very light, so light that one could only see her lips move without hearing her voice, her long eyelashes fluttered.

Meng Siyu quickly moved back so she could see his face, saying, "I’m sorry I returned late."

"The children." Tang Yue’s hand moved slightly, as if all her energy had been drained, even moving her finger felt exhausting.

Meng Siyu held her hand tightly, speaking softly, "I’ve seen them, a son and a daughter, they’re beautiful."

Tang Yue’s lips curved slightly, and hearing the children’s cries made everything worthwhile despite the fatigue. Suddenly, her gaze fell on his clothes.

"Your clothes..." Tang Yue’s clear black-and-white eyes turned, staring at this familiar yet unfamiliar Meng Siyu, her thoughts slowly coming back. During childbirth, she felt a sense of terror, fearing never seeing him again.

Now, seeing him alive and in front of her, Tang Yue’s tears instantly flowed. Noticing his clothes, she suddenly felt worried.

"I’m fine, just spent several days in the hospital." Meng Siyu said indifferently, kissing her hand, "I’m perfectly alright, but you need to be safe and sound, understand?"

"Don’t cry, you’ve just given birth, tears aren’t good for your eyes." Meng Siyu spoke tenderly, wiping Tang Yue’s tears, yet the more he wiped, the more they flowed.