Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 4

Yue Guohuai carried Yaya into the hospital room. Shen Zhiqiu hurriedly greeted everyone before immediately asking Meng Fang, “Second sister-in-law, how are the baby’s test results?”

“It’ll take two or three days for all the results to come in, but judging by her condition, there shouldn’t be any problems.” Though not a pediatrician, Meng Fang had delivered thousands of newborns—she knew a healthy baby when she saw one.

Shen Zhiqiu visibly relaxed. “Thank you, Second Sister-in-law.”

“Give the baby to Zhiqiu already!”

Wan Jiayin noticed Shen Zhiqiu’s longing gaze fixed on Yaya in Yue Guohuai’s arms—wanting to ask but hesitating. She snatched the baby from him and handed her over, shooting Yue Guohuai a reproachful look. “You old coot, hogging her the whole way and not letting anyone else hold her! So selfish!”

“Look how beautiful our precious is! So fair, with such full features—she already looks like a month-old baby.” Wan Jiayin couldn’t stop smiling, her delight growing the longer she looked at Yaya.

Suddenly, she remembered something and turned to Yue Guohuai. “When Zhiqiu was pregnant, everything pointed to a boy. All the names you picked were masculine. Now that it’s a girl, you’ll have to start over.”

Yue Guohuai nodded in agreement and asked Yue Mingyuan and Shen Zhiqiu, “Do you two have any suggestions?”

“Dad, our generation uses the character ‘You’ . I’d like her to be safe and healthy—how about Yue You’an ?” Yue Mingyuan proposed after a moment’s thought.

“Don’t worry about generational names.”

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqiu spoke softly, “Dad, I’d like to name her Yue Ji. May she live freely and happily as herself.”

“Both names are lovely, but I’ve also chosen one.”

Wan Jiayin gazed at Yaya with boundless affection. “Yue Wangshu.”

“‘Yue’ means mountain—I hope she grows into her own towering peak. ‘Wangshu’ is the moon in the sky. Among countless stars, there’s only one moon. Our baby will be that moon—the Yue family’s one and only.”

The pressure on Yue Guohuai instantly multiplied. Glancing out the window, he saw the crescent moon hanging in the night sky and blurted, “Yue Chuman!”

“The moon wanes when full, but ‘Chuman’ (‘first fullness’) is just right. My precious will enjoy robust health and boundless good fortune.”

Back in Shen Zhiqiu’s arms, enveloped in her mother’s familiar scent, Yaya felt completely at ease. Quiet and content, she listened as her family debated names—each one beautiful and meaningful. She couldn’t decide which she liked best.

The adults, equally torn, eventually agreed to postpone the final decision and settle on a nickname first.

“Yueyue, meaning ‘joy.’ How about that?” Meng Fang suggested. “Her arrival is the happiest occasion for our family.”

[Yueyue is nice… but I want to be called Yaya.] Yaya waved her tiny fists, trying to convey her preference, only to blow a spit bubble instead.

“Her nickname is decided—Yaya.”

Before Shen Zhiqiu could speak, Yue Guohuai made the declaration.

The others exchanged puzzled glances—especially Meng Fang, who preferred her own suggestion. “Dad, which ‘Ya’?”

“The ‘Ya’ meaning ‘sprout.'”

“It symbolizes new life. Right now, in early spring, everything is reborn with vibrant energy. Moreover…” Yue Guohuai’s eyes twinkled. “During her checkup, I noticed a crescent-shaped birthmark on her back.”

With this explanation, everyone suddenly found “Yaya” utterly perfect.

[Wow! Grandpa’s amazing! He knew I wanted to be Yaya! We’re totally in sync! I love Grandpa!]

The mental praise sent Yue Guohuai’s heart soaring.

“Mingyuan, your turn to hold Yaya.”

Wan Jiayin beckoned her son, signaling him to step closer—lest Shen Zhiqiu mistake his hesitation for dislike.

Shen Zhiqiu glanced at Yue Mingyuan.

He waited outside the operating room for me?

Unwilling to lie to herself, she admitted his presence had warmed her heart. But surely it was only because she’d given birth to Yaya. He didn’t love her, yet he was a good husband.

He’ll probably be a good father too.

She passed Yaya to him. Contrary to expectations, Yue Mingyuan didn’t fumble—his hold was textbook-perfect.

“Did you know? Ever since Zhiqiu got pregnant, Mingyuan bombarded me with daily calls—’How do I do this? What about that?’ Drove me up the wall!” Meng Fang teased. “I heard he even practiced by holding melons at his army base—watermelons in summer, winter melons in winter—just to prepare for holding a baby.”

“So, Mingyuan, how do melons compare to a real child?”

“Softer.” His reply was terse.

His entire body was stiff with tension. He’d known babies were fragile, but not this fragile. And so tiny—barely bigger than the black puppy at his barracks.

[Clueless Dad! You’re holding me all wrong! But… okay, I’ll tolerate it because you’re handsome—wait, no, I can’t!]

Yaya’s face scrunched into a displeased little bun, clearly at her limit.

Yue Mingyuan barely registered the strange voice in his head before noticing Yaya’s impending meltdown. He hastily adjusted his grip until she relaxed, then exhaled in relief.

Shen Zhiqiu watched his rare flustered state and couldn’t help laughing.

When their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.

“Mom! You’re finally here!”

Shen Liya’s shrill voice snapped Shen Zhiqiu back to reality. Flushing slightly, she turned toward the door.

Wang Fengqin bustled in, arms laden with bags. “Goodness, this VIP room was so hard to find! Took me forever!”

“I saw Zhiqiu hadn’t been discharged yet, so I went home to pack essentials for her and the baby. She left in such a rush—so many things were missing!”

She unpacked the bundles with theatrical flair. “Fresh clothes for Zhiqiu—she hates feeling sweaty. Handwashed cloth diapers for the baby, sun-dried and sterilized. And…” She plunked the thermal container onto the bedside table. “I figured Mingyuan came straight here without eating, so I made him stuffed pancakes.”

She reached for Yaya. “Come to Grandma, sweetheart. Mingyuan, you eat—I’ll hold her.”

“WAAH—”

Just like before, Yaya erupted into ear-splitting wails.