Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 77 - One Boy and One Girl
Chapter 77: One Boy and One Girl
Chen Die raised her hand and waved it in front of Wen Liang’s face. Only then did he snap out of it, his gaze sinking onto her before slowly moving down to her still-flat belly.
Twins.
It was hard to imagine.
Wen Liang grasped her hand, pulled her close, and bent down to scoop her into his arms.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, saying nothing for a long while.
Chen Shao couldn’t stand the two of them and rolled his eyes. He asked the doctor, “Are they healthy otherwise?”
The doctor smiled and replied, “Everything is fine. Mrs. Wen and the babies are both in excellent health.”
Ye Chuqing had just finished her checkup and was also shocked when she heard Chen Die was having twins. Twin pregnancies were extremely rare in their circle.
“I heard that having twins is often related to genetics—usually someone in the family has had twins before,” Ye Chuqing added, repeating some questionable logic she’d heard somewhere.
Chen Die stood next to Wen Liang, thinking about their family backgrounds. “I don’t think either of our families has had twins before.”
Ye Chuqing gave her a thumbs-up. “You’re amazing, girl.”
Chen Shao snorted dismissively nearby.
“......”
After leaving the hospital, Chen Die didn’t feel tired and decided to go to the office with Wen Liang.
The news of her pregnancy was kept strictly under wraps. Aside from Zhu Qicong, who had helped schedule the prenatal appointments, no one else at the company knew.
And she wasn’t showing yet, so no one suspected anything when she visited.
Chen Die followed Wen Liang into the chairman’s office. As soon as the door shut, he pulled her into his arms, stepping back a few paces and pressing her gently against the wall.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, his hand slowly sliding down her arm to intertwine their fingers, while the other held her waist.
After a while, Chen Die couldn’t take it anymore and laughed as she turned away from his hand. “Stop it, that tickles.”
Wen Liang rarely expressed emotions directly. Even when he felt something strongly, he usually didn’t show it. So when he couldn’t find the words, he used the most straightforward actions instead.
They were pressed closely together, warm breath mingling. Chen Die could feel his hand gently caressing her belly.
After a long moment, Wen Liang finally leaned back slightly, their noses touching.
Chen Die tugged at his shirt hem and looked up. “If I give birth to two girls, you’ll probably be driven mad by all the crying. They’ll be bawling around you every day.”
He chuckled and kissed her lips again. “Let them cry. You’ve cried on me plenty before, it’s nothing new.”
“......”
Chen Die pinched his waist hard.
News of the twin pregnancy quickly made its way to Old Master Chen and to Chen Jianping and Wang Mian in Wuxi. As a result, they treated Chen Die even more delicately—like a national treasure.
Still, she didn’t show much, nor did she gain noticeable weight. With loose clothing, it was impossible to tell she was pregnant.
At first, Chen Die worried the babies might not be developing properly, but every checkup showed they were perfectly healthy.
The babies were well-behaved, never fussy. Chen Die didn’t suffer from morning sickness like Ye Chuqing did early in her pregnancy. She ate well, felt great, and sometimes even forgot she was pregnant.
Fortunately, her smooth pregnancy allowed her to continue performing with the drama troupe.
After another two and a half months, their play wrapped up its first run, gaining widespread acclaim.
It was also the right time for Chen Die to ease up on work and focus on her pregnancy.
Her belly only started to show noticeably after the play ended. During performances, her loose costumes hid everything, but afterward, her stomach quickly rounded out.
With twins, her belly was bigger than average.
Chen Die spent a lot of time applying stretch mark cream every day. Luckily, her skin adjusted well and didn’t develop noticeable marks despite the rapid growth.
After resting at home for a few days post-show, Chen Shao suddenly called one afternoon, his tone unusually panicked. He told Chen Die that Ye Chuqing had gone into labor.
Chen Die had just laid down for a nap. She sat up abruptly. “What? Wasn’t the due date still a ways off?”
“She’s early. Started having stomach pains out of nowhere,” Chen Shao said.
Chen Die threw on a jacket and ended the call after a few quick words.
Wen Liang, worried she might feel bored at home but unable to let her wander the streets, had arranged for a driver to be on standby.
The driver immediately took her to the hospital. On the way, Chen Die remembered to call Wen Liang.
He was in a meeting when he answered. Raising his hand, he signaled for a pause and listened to Chen Die. His brows furrowed. “Don’t rush. Tell the driver not to go through the main entrance—too crowded. I’ll be there soon.”
In the past, everyone at the company saw Wen Liang as cold and emotionless—even estranged from his father. But everything changed once Chen Die came into his life.
Seeing his reaction now, it was clear who was on the other end of that call.
There was no way the meeting could continue.
Wen Liang handed the rest of the agenda over to Zhu Qicong and left immediately for the hospital.
By the time Chen Die arrived, the hallway outside the delivery room was packed. Ye Chuqing and Chen Shao’s parents were there, along with Old Master Chen.
“Xiao Die, what are you doing here?” the old man frowned slightly. “Where’s Wen Liang?”
“He’s on the way. I came straight from home. How’s everything going?” Chen Die asked.
“She was just taken in. The doctors we scheduled ahead of time are all inside.”
Not long after, Wen Liang also arrived. He helped Chen Die sit down to the side, worried that her emotions might fluctuate too much and affect her health, so he held her hand the entire time.
Chen Die didn’t know how much time had passed when the doctor finally came out of the delivery room and announced that the delivery went smoothly. Mother and child were both safe, and it was a healthy baby boy.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
After giving birth, Ye Chuqing was wheeled back to the ward. She looked like she had just been fished out of a pool of sweat, but her mind was still clear. After glancing at the baby, she still had the energy to grumble, “Why is he so ugly?”
Chen Die only stayed for a while before leaving with Wen Liang, not wanting to disturb her rest.
This event brought Chen Die a sense of relief—Ye Chuqing had safely delivered her baby. But for Wen Liang, it marked the beginning of an anxious period.
He had previously felt a bit proud about Chen Die carrying twins. While 80% of it was probably due to that idiot Chen Shao provoking his inexplicable male ego, it was also because these two children would become a strong bond and legacy between him and Chen Die.
But after seeing what Ye Chuqing looked like coming out of the delivery room, he found it hard to imagine Chen Die going through the same.
He couldn’t bear to let her suffer like that.
His Lingling had trembled in pain just from getting stitches, hated the bitterness of medicine, and even found the smell of medicated patches unbearable. She was so delicate—how could she endure such pain?
He didn’t know what kind of mindset she had when she said, “Let’s have a baby.”
With those thoughts, Wen Liang became exceptionally obedient to Chen Die in the following days.
Before, even during her pregnancy, Wen Liang had never stopped being handsy. But now, he was extremely well-behaved—overly proper, even rigid.
He didn’t argue with her at all.
The later stages of Chen Die’s pregnancy were peaceful—almost too peaceful.
A life without banter…
Day by day, time passed, summer turning into autumn, and the weather grew cooler.
That afternoon, Wen Liang returned home and saw Chen Die asleep on the sofa as soon as he walked in.
The sunset cast a rich, warm orange glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling over Chen Die. She was holding a book, her wrist hanging limply off the edge of the sofa.
It wasn’t cold inside like it was outside. Chen Die wore a thin dress, her belly rounded, looking peaceful and gentle.
Wen Liang stood quietly at the door, watching.
No scene in this world could move him more.
He stepped forward, knelt half on the sofa, and gently cupped her chin. As he got closer, he caught a faint milky scent from her body, layered over her body wash—something that only appeared in the later stages of pregnancy.
Wen Liang buried his face close, like an addict, and then gently and tenderly kissed her jaw, then moved up to her chin.
He kept his breathing light, kissing her carefully as if afraid to wake her.
Chen Die was fast asleep, but when the book in her hand fell with a ‘thud,’ the sound startled her awake.
She opened her eyes to see Wen Liang so close, still kissing her. Realizing she was awake, he simply held the back of her head and kissed her deeper.
Chen Die blinked, slowly coming to.
“Wen Liang,” she mumbled, “What are you doing?”
Wen Liang finally pulled back a little, his gaze deep and focused on her face. After a moment, he leaned in again, breathing heavier, and asked in a husky voice, “Can we?”
“......”
That was a little too direct.
But since Ye Chuqing’s delivery, Wen Liang had been especially careful with her, and it had been a long time.
Chen Die blushed, stammering, unsure how to respond politely yet considerately.
In the end, she murmured, “Just… be gentle.”
But she immediately felt extremely embarrassed, as if she were passing on some harmful ideology to the two babies in her belly. She pushed Wen Liang and tried to get up. “Forget it, forget it, pretend I didn’t say that, no—”
Before she could finish, Wen Liang grabbed her wrist.
She stood while he knelt on one knee on the sofa, looking up at her, eyes dark.
They stared at each other. He smiled and said, “I’ll be gentle.”
“......”
Wen Liang kept his word—very careful, very slow, and torturously so. It drove Chen Die crazy.
Compared to Ye Chuqing, Chen Die had an exceptionally smooth pregnancy. No morning sickness, no odd symptoms. Aside from being tired in late pregnancy due to her big belly, she had no other issues.
Even the delivery went smoothly.
Chen Die didn’t want scars on her stomach, which could affect future filming requirements. So when the doctor confirmed she could deliver naturally, she chose to.
The doctor even said it was the first time they'd seen someone give birth to twins so quickly.
When they announced the successful delivery, Chen Die was still dazed. The intense pain seemed to vanish—was it really over already?
She didn’t have the energy to look at the babies, who were quickly taken away for a bath by the nurses. Soon after, Chen Die was settled into a ward.
Later, she thought she would never forget that moment.
The hospital room was quiet. Everyone else had gone to see the babies. Wen Liang stood alone by the door, his eyes slightly red, silently watching her.
He walked to the bed, and before he could say anything, he suddenly pressed his hand tightly over his eyes, knelt down, and buried his face in her palm.
That winter, Wen Liang was 30 years old. Chen Die was 24. Together, they welcomed a son and a daughter into the world.
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