The old master paced back and forth, tapping his cane rhythmically against the floor.
Grandma Rivers and Ye Jing stood together, craning their necks to stare at the delivery room door, even though they couldn't see anything at all.
Charles Chase and Mia Moore sat on the long bench in the corridor. Mia Moore clung to Charles Chase's arm, her palm slick with sweat.
Finally, the sound of a baby's cry rang out, and everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, rushing toward the door.
The door swung open, and Song Ying was the first to emerge with the baby in her arms.
"Old Master, Madam, congratulations! It's a boy, and both mother and child are safe."
Without even glancing at the baby, Grandma Rivers and Ye Jing immediately asked, "Cecilia—how's Cecilia?"
"She's fine, just exhausted. She'll be out in a bit."
Everyone finally relaxed and turned to look at the baby in Song Ying's arms.
"Charles Chase, he's...so tiny."
Mia Moore leaned over the baby, eyes bright with curiosity and delight. This was Cecilia's child—her godson now!
"He weighs 6 jin 8 liang (about 7.4 pounds)," Song Ying said. "Very healthy."
Ye Jing reached out to hold the baby, her heart flooding with emotion. Her daughter—already a mother herself.
A nurse came out behind them, pushing Cecilia in a wheelchair. The baby was placed into the nursery box again.
"Cecilia, our Cecilia worked so hard," Grandma Rivers said, bending down to gently grasp Cecilia's small hand, heart aching with love.
Cecilia shook her head weakly. "It wasn't hard at all."
"Sweetheart, you're amazing. Now I really do have a godson!"
"It's aunt..."
Worried Cecilia was too tired, everyone escorted her back to the hospital room.
Grandpa Rivers and Grandma Rivers stayed at the hospital all night, but Fu Zhiyuan eventually convinced them to go home to rest.
Mia Moore still clung to the baby, reluctant to leave. "Oh my god, he's too cute! Waaaah—so small, and his hands are so tiny!"
Charles Chase looked down at her. Clearly, it was time to get married and have one of their own.
Both of them couldn't do much to help. Cecilia needed rest, and Fu Zhiyuan had no qualms about chasing them out. "Go on, go home and make your own baby. Stop playing with my son."
"...Wow, President Foster, don't be so stingy!"
Mia Moore shot him a fierce glare, but to avoid disturbing Cecilia, she left anyway.
"Cecilia darling, I'm heading home first. I'm going to buy some toys for my little sweetheart, then come visit again in a couple days~"
Finally, peace returned to the hospital room. Fu Zhiyuan promptly shut the door with an air of annoyance.
Not only were they hogging my wife, they were hogging my son too.
He returned to the hospital bed. Cecilia was clearly exhausted and half-asleep, but she couldn't stop glancing at the baby.
"Be good, close your eyes and sleep. You can look when you wake up again."
Cecilia looked up at him and reached out her hand. He immediately sat down, holding her small hand tight. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"It's amazing... We really have a baby now..."
Fu Zhiyuan smiled, brimming with tenderness. "A little boy. When he grows up, he'll help me protect you."
"Mm..."
Her voice grew drowsy and faded, and soon she drifted off to sleep.
Watching her slumber, and then glancing at his tiny son nearby, Fu Zhiyuan felt he had finally found true contentment. Big and small, both were his treasures.
He soaked a towel in warm water and gently wiped the sweat off Cecilia.
Even though he hadn't slept all night, Fu Zhiyuan wasn't the least bit tired. All he wanted was to stand guard over them like this.
Staring at the baby in the nursery box, he tapped the glass. "You little slowpoke—why'd you take so long getting here and make Mommy work so hard?"
The baby puckered his lips, close to tears, and let out a stream of bubbles in sleepy protest.
Fu Zhiyuan was more satisfied now than with any business deal—he'd officially leveled up to 'dad'.
With that in mind, he pulled out his phone and sent several messages to Henry Hart.
Moments later, every computer in the company popped open an auto-message:
Congratulations to President Foster on his baby boy!
Of course he had to share the excitement; he wanted the whole world to know.
Every employee soon received a triple-month salary bonus in their digital wallets.
Cheers erupted instantly. The two-floor cafeteria of the Fu Group filled with red-dyed eggs at lunchtime—symbols of joyful news and new birth.
Everyone munched red eggs and clutched their big bonuses, feeling like they could work 24 hours straight today.
"Wow, the boss is so generous—now he’s got two kids in three years!"
"As expected, when the CEO is happy, he makes it rain."
"I'm going to work overtime for a month!"
But it wasn’t enough for President Foster to just tell the staff; all of Newbridge needed to know.
So, President Foster snapped a photo holding Cecilia’s hand, then added one with the baby's tiny fist in his palm.
He posted both to Weibo with a simple message: "I love you, Mrs. Fu. Thank you for everything."
(Baby: ?? Aren't you supposed to be welcoming me?!)
The Fu Group's official account immediately reposted Fu Zhiyuan's Weibo.
Their company account had always drawn lots of attention—young jobseekers, business partners, even competitors. Everyone in Newbridge kept one eye on the Fu Group.
In a flash, Fu Zhiyuan and the Fu Group were trending #1 on social media.
"Damn, President Foster really did win his wife back!"
Someone instantly dug up video from Fu Zhiyuan’s press conference.
"A true role model—President Foster is awesome! Welcome to the world, little one!"
"Wow, luckiest baby ever—congratulations!"
"Have you seen Mrs. Fu? She's so stunning, and together with President Foster's looks, that baby must be adorable!"
"Did you hear? The Fu Group handed out a three-month bonus today—a three-month bonus!"
"I'm determined to join Fu Group next year—congrats, President Foster!"
"..."
Fu Zhiyuan scrolled through the comments, a deep sense of satisfaction filling his heart. So this is what it's like to proudly show off your wife and child—it was the greatest joy in the world.
Cecilia slept all the way until almost sundown, utterly unaware her newborn was already famous.
She woke to the sight of her husband, lips curved in a secret smile as he stared at his phone.
Seeing she was awake, Fu Zhiyuan tossed his phone aside and hurried over. "Awake, sweetheart? Are you feeling okay?"
Cecilia shook her head. "I want some water."
Fu Zhiyuan immediately fetched warm water and carefully fed it to her, sip by sip.
"Why’s the baby still asleep?" Cecilia’s gaze never left the little one for a moment.
The baby slept soundly, tiny fist raised in the air.
At that, a sudden pang of crisis shot through Fu Zhiyuan's heart...
Why is my wife only paying attention to the baby? Suddenly all the fun of showing off is gone. Why isn't she asking if I've slept? She noticed in one glance yesterday that I hadn't rested, but now—she only has eyes for the child!