Flash Marriage with Dr. Huo

Six years later, Huo Chenjun and Tang Xiaqing's son Huo Yanzhou is five years old. He inherited the advantages of his parents and is smart and handsome.

One day, Tang Xiaqing saw that Huo Chenyuan and Lin Yunzheng had already given birth to three lovely children, and she couldn't help but have the idea of ​​having another one.

In the evening, Huo Chenjun finally returned home after a two-week business trip. He pushed open the door and saw his son Huo Yanzhou and Dr. Huo's daughter Huo Yanxi painting in the living room under the guidance of their painting teacher. He watched for a while and then went into the bedroom.

He saw Tang Xiaqing sitting on the sofa, holding a book in her hands. The soft light shone on her, making her look particularly gentle.

She was wearing a lavender sweater, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her face still carried the youthful vigor. Mr. Huo's heart moved, and he closed the bedroom door, took off his suit, and quickly walked over to her.

"I'm back." There was a hint of fatigue in Mr. Huo's low voice, but more of it was the longing for his wife.

Tang Xiaqing raised her head, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "You are finally back, are you tired?"

Huo Chenjun did not answer, but leaned over and kissed her lips forcefully.

This kiss was filled with possessiveness and longing, as if to make up for the two weeks of separation. Tang Xiaqing was a little caught off guard by his sudden enthusiasm, but she quickly responded to his kiss, gently wrapping her arms around his neck.

After a while, Huo Chenjun unbuttoned two buttons of Tang Xiaqing's clothes and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Tang Xiaqing blushed slightly and nodded gently: "Of course I do."

Huo Chenjun let go of her, turned and walked to the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a safety measure. Seeing this, Tang Xiaqing immediately stood up, walked to his side, and gently pressed his hand: "This time... don't use it."

Mr. Huo frowned, his tone firm and his expression calm: "No. This is a matter of principle."

Tang Xiaqing was a little dissatisfied and muttered, "Hey, didn't you say you wanted to have more children before you got married? Why are you regretting it now?"

Mr. Huo sighed, turned around, and held her hand, his eyes filled with deep worry. "Last time you had a caesarean section, your constitution was intolerant to the anesthesia, and I almost... I almost lost you. The 12 hours I waited outside the operating room made me feel excruciating pain and anxiety every minute. I don't want to experience that feeling again."

Tang Xiaqing felt warm in her heart, but she still insisted: "But I have already asked the doctor, and they said that the risk may not be that great next time."

President Huo shook his head and said firmly, "I've asked my brother, Dr. Huo, and other experts, and they all said there's a chance of another caesarean section next time. I can't accept that risk, no matter how small. You're my wife, the most important person to me."

Tang Xiaqing looked at him, a touch of emotion flashing in her eyes. She knew that Mr. Huo was truly thinking about her, but she was still a little unwilling: "But... I really want to have another child, so that our home will be more lively."

Mr. Huo gently stroked her cheek, his tone gentle but unquestionable: "Having Huo Yanzhou is enough for us. Listen carefully, I don't care whether we have another child or not."

Seeing that Tang Xiaqing was still looking at him with her head tilted, he lowered his head and cupped her cheeks, saying calmly, "Let's stop here and don't mention it again."

Tang Xiaqing looked at his determined eyes and finally compromised. She sighed softly and leaned into his arms: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Tang Xiaqing snuggled in his arms, feeling his warmth and security.

Mr. Huo hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead gently: "I will always be by your side and love you. I can't lose you."

……

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, a thin mist covered the entire city, and a hint of coolness permeated the air.

On the branches outside the window, a few early birds chirped softly, as if awakening the sleeping world. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains into the room, casting mottled shadows on the floor and adding a touch of warmth to this quiet morning.

Mr. Huo woke early and turned to look at Tang Xiaqing beside him. She was half asleep, her brow slightly furrowed, as if she couldn't rest even in her dreams. He reached out and gently smoothed her brow, a complex wave of emotions welling up in his heart. He knew that today was a special day for her.

Tang Xiaqing turned her head, her eyes filled with an indescribable sadness.

"You're awake," Mr. Huo said softly, his voice a little hoarse. His hand remained on her cheek, his fingertips gently caressing her skin, as if silently conveying comfort.

Tang Xiaqing nodded, was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly: "Today is Gu Zhian's death anniversary, I want to go and see him. Wen Zhaoyue should go too. The treatment with the psychologist you introduced to her last time has some effect... Wen Zhaoyue has been unable to get over it all these years... She has always missed Gu Zhian very much." Her voice was very soft, and there were tears in her eyes.

"I'll go with you." Huo Chenjun whispered. He knew that what she needed at this moment was not his obstruction or questioning, but his support and companionship.

"Life is unpredictable. I am also very sad about Gu Zhian's sudden death. Gu Zhian... was actually a very good man. So... I said yesterday that I didn't want to have any more children, not because I didn't want them, but because I was afraid of losing you." Huo Chenjun said slowly.

Tang Xiaqing raised her head and buried her face in his chest.

Huo Chenjun hugged her tightly. The sunlight from the window poured in, shining on the two hugging figures, warm and peaceful.

(End of the play)