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Chapter 488 Postpartum Confinement

September 20, Changping postpartum care center.

"Have you packed up Zhao Ning's things?"

Yang Rong carried Zhao Ning out of the bedroom.

"It's all packed up and loaded into the car."

Zhang Xinyu stood at the door, holding Yang Rong's coat in her hand.

Liu Yan came downstairs, holding Fu Jingchen, who had just finished breastfeeding, in her arms.

The little one opened his eyes and looked around, blowing milk bubbles from his mouth.

"Has Jingchen's bell been put away?"

"It's in there, in the blue tote bag."

Half an hour later, two nanny vans drove out of the postpartum care center.

Fu Yibai sat in the passenger seat, while Yang Rong and Liu Yan each occupied a back seat. The two children lay in their respective car seats, which were secured to the seats.

Fu Zhaoning fell asleep as soon as she got in the car, her little hands raised to either side of her ears, her lips slightly pouting.

Although Fu Jingchen didn't sleep, he didn't cry or make a fuss either. Instead, he held Liu Yan's fingers and shook them back and forth.

"How strange."

Liu Yan looked down at her son.

"She usually cries like a pig being slaughtered, but she's quiet today."

"They know they're going home."

Yang Rong reached out and gently touched Zhao Ning's little fist.

As the car entered the gate of the capital's villa district, the security personnel saluted it.

Two cars were already parked in the parking space in front of the villa.

One is Guo Zhenni's white Porsche, and the other is Gulnazar's red MINI.

"Jenny and Gulnazar are back?"

Yang Rong looked at the two cars.

"Their scenes wrapped up yesterday, and they came back this morning."

Zhang Xinyu turned around.

After the car came to a stop, Fu Yibai got out first and opened the back door.

Yang Rong carried Zhao Ning down, while Liu Yan carried Jing Chen and followed behind.

The door was pushed open from the inside.

Guo Zhenni rushed out wearing a loose white T-shirt and jeans, her hair casually clipped behind her head, and slippers on her feet.

Gulnazar followed behind her, wearing a floral dress. When she saw the baby in Yang Rong and Liu Yan's arms, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Let me see! Let me see!"

Guo Zhenni ran up to Yang Rong and looked down at Fu Zhaoning in the swaddling clothes.

The little girl was still asleep, completely undisturbed by the outside world.

"This is too small! Her face isn't even as big as my palm."

"Keep your voice down."

Yang Rong smiled and moved aside.

Gulnazar moved closer to Liu Yan and cautiously peeked at Fu Jingchen.

The little guy opened his eyes at that moment, made eye contact with Gulnazar for a second, and then pouted.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry."

Gulnazar jumped back a step.

Fu Jingchen yawned and closed his eyes again.

He didn't cry, he just yawned.

Liu Yan laughed out loud.

"That scared me to death."

Gulnazar patted her chest, looking as if she had just escaped a disaster.

Upon entering, the living room had been rearranged.

The original coffee table was moved to a position against the wall and replaced with a baby crawling mat.

Next to the sofa, there was a double-layered baby supplies storage rack, with formula cans, bottles, sterilizers, and diapers neatly arranged.

Li Dabai poked his head out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

"You're back? I'm cutting fruit, almost done."

"Big White? When did you get back?"

"Weren't we filming a show in Changsha?"

Fu Yibai helped Yang Rong put Zhao Ning into the crib.

"Recording is finished."

I came back as soon as I finished recording.

Li Dabai retreated into the kitchen, and the sound of the cleaver hitting the cutting board rang out again.

Guo Zhenni squatted in front of the two cribs placed in the living room, looking at the two little ones with an expression on her face as if she had seen some rare treasure.

"Sister Rong, Zhao Ning looks just like you, even her eyes and mouth are similar."

"His nose resembles Yi Bai's."

Yang Rong sat down on the sofa, took the warm water Zhang Xinyu handed her, and drank a sip.

"Where is Jingchen?"

Guo Zhenni tilted her head to look at the other one.

Who does Jingchen resemble?

"Like himself."

Liu Yan sat down next to Yang Rong, looking at her sleeping son with a displeased expression.

"When they make a scene, no one looks like a human being."

"Let me see."

Gulnazar lay down beside the crib and gently touched Jing Chen's clenched fist with her index finger.

The little one instinctively clenched her fingers tightly in his sleep.

"He shook my hand!"

Gulnazar was so excited that her voice changed, but she didn't dare to shout loudly.

Li Dabai came out of the kitchen carrying a fruit platter and chuckled when he saw this scene.

"Nazha, be careful, he'll cry when he wakes up."

Gulnazar froze immediately, even her breathing became soft.

After several seconds, confirming that Jingchen showed no signs of waking up, she carefully pulled her finger out.

Fu Yibai sat down next to Li Dabai and forked a piece of cantaloupe from the fruit plate.

"Have you two finished filming your scenes?"

"Filming wrapped up yesterday."

Guo Zhenni turned her gaze away from the baby.

"After filming for more than four months, I'm practically falling apart."

The director's standards were too high; one fight scene took three days to film.

Which director?

"Director Zheng."

Gulnazar added from the side.

"Director Zheng said that we need to do some additional dubbing in post-production, and asked us to set aside time next month."

"Then take a good rest for a few days."

After finishing his cantaloupe, Fu Yibai forked another piece and handed it to Liu Yan.

Liu Yan took a bite, then turned to look at Guo Zhenni and Gulnazar, who were squatting next to the crib.

"You two shouldn't keep squatting like that, your legs are going numb."

"It's fine."

"It's not numb."

Yang Rong leaned back on the sofa, watching the two of them huddled by the crib, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

"Since you two love children so much, when are you going to have one of your own?"

Guo Zhenni turned her head, her face slightly flushed.

"Sister Rong, what are you saying?"

"I didn't say anything."

Yang Rong picked up her water glass, her expression innocent.

Gulnazar lowered her head, pretending not to hear what she said, but the tips of her ears were already bright red.