My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 779: Chapter 771 Encounter Chapter 779: Chapter 771 Encounter Wang Zitan, who had always been fearless and haughty, now seemed a bit dumbfounded as he held his own son.

His arms were stiff, and holding his child felt different than holding someone else’s.

And since the child was not even a month old, everything about him was soft and small; he was afraid of crushing those tiny bones.

With such a rigid posture, as if he was holding a time bomb that could go off at any moment, he took his son back home.

“Ah, my baby.”

As soon as Tang Sisi saw the child Wang Zitan was carrying, she knew he had brought the baby home.

She gently took the child from Wang Zitan’s arms.

The sight of his tender little face filled her with delight and love.

“Big cousin, the baby is so cute.”

Yeah, Wang Zitan curled his lip, the child was indeed quite cute, it’s just that he wasn’t very good-looking.

Tang Sisi kissed her son’s little face, not feeling at all that her son was ugly.

How could he be?

He was utterly adorable.

Her own child, how could she be anything but satisfied and fond, no matter how she looked at him?

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Wang Zitan felt he might have gone to unnecessary lengths.

The child didn’t look that great now, but Tang Sisi adored him to no end.

He truly had underestimated her; she would have loved their son even if he looked as ugly as a little old man, just because she gave birth to him.

So what had he been doing this whole month?

Tang Sisi truly didn’t find her son ugly at all; on the contrary, the more she looked, the more attractive and lovable he became.

After Wang Zitan took this ugly son home, the whole Wang Family gathered around; this was the fourth generation of the Wang Family, after all.

Although they would have preferred a girl, they still loved their own child.

Indeed, Wang Zitan almost shockingly realized the aesthetic standards of his family were rather ordinary.

Everyone kept saying the child looked good, resembling this or that person, most often they mentioned he looked like his grandfather.

His grandfather was a handsome man in his youth and still quite a looker even in his old age.

Wang Zitan really couldn’t see how his child resembled his grandfather at all.

Was it a difference in their aesthetic perceptions, or was it just that he was blind?

But whether his son was ugly or handsome, that was his son, a member of the Wang Family.

He alone could say the child was ugly; if anyone else dared to call his son ugly, they’d better watch out, he’d fight them tooth and nail.

He was already well into his thirties, a bachelor of advanced years, and had not easily hatched such an “egg.” Was it easy for him?

If he hadn’t snagged a young wife, where would the next generation of the Wang Family even be?

This was the story of the birth of the Wang Family’s little clown prince.

Of course, his fate was bound to be fraught with hardship throughout his life.

Barely an embryo, he was nearly starved by his own mother, and upon birth, was disdained by his father for being too ugly.

He was still young, facing a bright future, but once he turned four, the path ahead as the legitimate grandson of the Wang Family would be paved with tears and blood.

This was his tragic life, although, for now, he was just a nursing infant, only knowing to suckle, an oblivious child who did nothing but cry or laugh, unable even to distinguish colors.

Zhang Xiangcao happened to be visiting her grandson today.

While passing by a baby care store, she wondered if she should buy something for him.

However, considering how many things her grandson already had, coupled with the unused items from Xiaobai and Little Xiaobai, she thought that he probably wouldn’t need anything more.

So instead, she thought about buying some yarn to knit a few sweaters for her grandson.

Right, how could she have forgotten about this?

She was an excellent knitter, far surpassing the quality of what could be bought in stores—it just took some time.

This was perfect.

After all, she had nothing to do at home and was bored out of her mind every day.

She decided to knit more, making a sweater for each child in the family.

And for Little Qiqi, whose legs were not in good shape and had only just started walking, she needed to knit several pairs of wool pants.

It was important to pay extra attention to her condition going forward and make sure her legs didn’t get cold.

She got off the bus, knowing that there was a department store ahead that sold yarn.

After browsing for a while, she found the yarn she wanted.

After paying, she left the mall, ready to head to her daughter’s place and look after her grandson for a few days.

She was already missing her grandson, her little darling.

He was getting cuter by the day, turning whiter, chubbier, and his eyes were getting bigger.

His little cheeks somewhat resembled those of her daughter Sisi.

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People always say that a girl changes and becomes more beautiful as she grows up.

But Zhang Xiangcao felt that this saying could also apply to her little grandson.

He wasn’t good looking when he was born, but now he seemed to get cuter day by day.

She missed him terribly if she didn’t see him for even a single day.

“Xiangcao, is that you, Xiangcao?”

A sudden voice brought her steps to a halt.

Zhang Xiangcao was an uncommon name.

It was rather old-fashioned, and to this day, she was the only one with this name.

If there were no others with the same name, then the call must have been for her.

“Xiangcao, are you Zhang Xiangcao?

Are you really Zhang Xiangcao?” Out of nowhere, someone had appeared in front of her.

A middle-aged man with a plump figure, his hairline beginning to recede slightly, and a protruding belly.

He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite remember where she had seen him before.

“Xiangcao, you really are Xiangcao?” The man was clearly excited, with even his double chin quivering.

Before Zhang Xiangcao could react, he had already placed his hands on her shoulders, giving her quite a start.

Zhang Xiangcao quickly took a step back, causing the man’s hands to miss their mark.

“Xiangcao, don’t you recognize me?”

The man was somewhat embarrassed, probably realizing the strangeness in Zhang Xiangcao’s eyes.

Although his eyes had initially shone with joy, now they were filled with complex emotions.

Excitement, relief, embarrassment, and even some anger.

Was it because Zhang Xiangcao had forgotten him?

But who was he?

Zhang Xiangcao truly couldn’t recognize him.

“Xiangcao, it’s me, Gao Peng.”

The man introduced himself, and this name was not unfamiliar to her.

Their relationship once couldn’t have been closer—they had been husband and wife for two years.

Back then, their love was so strong, it felt like it could withstand the test of time forever.

Unfortunately, time had not worn thin, the earth had not aged, the seas had not dried, nor had the stones crumbled, but he had abandoned the most beautiful promises he’d once made for the sake of his career.

He left without looking back, leaving her with nothing but betrayal and a divorce certificate.