Married at First Sight Chapter 4333

“Grandma, you all go back and get some rest. I’ll stay here and take care of Tongtong.”

After Haitong finished eating, Zhan Yin encouraged the rest of the family to head home and rest.

“It’s still early, there’s no rush to go back,” the old lady replied, glancing at the time, reluctant to leave the hospital so soon.

“We’re just worried about you being alone here. We all have children to care for, so Grandma will stay with you,” she said with concern.

The others quickly tried to persuade her to rest, insisting she head home while they stayed behind.

In the end, only Zhan Yin and Liberty remained at the hospital to look after Haitong and her baby. Everyone else was sent back.

After they left, the room fell into a calm silence.

Liberty sat by the bedside, gazing at her little nephew. The more she looked, the more she adored him. Smiling, she said, “Tongtong, this baby is so handsome. Have you two picked a name yet?”

“I’ve thought of a few. It’s between Zhan Rui and Zhan Hao. Sis, which one do you think sounds better?”

“They both sound nice. Either one works. It’s up to you,” Liberty replied, lifting her nephew into her arms.

“Yangyang will be here soon. Dong Ming said he’d bring him tomorrow to see his little brother, but he insisted on coming tonight. He said he wouldn’t go to sleep until he saw him.”

Since her sister was admitted to the hospital to give birth, Liberty had been there with her almost constantly.

Her son was left in Duncan’s care.

Although Duncan still wasn’t very mobile and, as a brother-in-law, couldn’t stay at the hospital all day, he fully dedicated himself to looking after his stepson.

“Let him come. It’s still early.”

She had given birth around six in the evening, and now it was just past nine. Yangyang could visit briefly and still get enough sleep for school the next day.

“He’s almost here. Your brother-in-law just texted me—he’ll be here in ten minutes.”

“Sis, let’s go with Zhan Hao for his name. It’s this character, but it has too many strokes. I’m worried he’ll cry when he has to write it in school.”
“Sis, let’s name the baby Zhan Hao. It’s this character—too many strokes. I’m worried he’ll cry when he has to write it at school.”

Haitong said this half to herself, a smile tugging at her lips as she spoke the last part.

Zhan Yin replied, “There’s no rush. We can take our time and choose a name after we’re discharged and back home.”

“Maybe Grandma will ask the master to help pick a good name for the baby.”

Although the master had said his fate with their family had come to an end and told Grandma not to contact him again, she might still reach out to one of his top disciples. The master had very few students, and he only accepted those with exceptional talent and good character.

If someone lacked integrity or was just mediocre, the master would reject them outright.

Given the master’s level of attainment, he feared that if a poor disciple learned his skills and used them for harm, it would not only be sinful but also implicate him.

Haitong thought for a moment, then said, “Alright, then we won’t rush. Once we’re home, we’ll take our time and go through the naming books together.”

Zhan Yin had already bought several name books, studying meanings and the five elements in advance. He even submitted a few names for evaluation.

Haha, Haitong had laughed to herself more times than she could count.

Every father probably hopes for his son’s success, starting with choosing a meaningful name.

Who would’ve thought that even President Zhan would go through name evaluations like any ordinary parent, just to give his son the best?

But in Dongguan City’s wealthy and influential circles, belief in Feng Shui and fate runs deep.

Some big names even keep such masters on retainer with high salaries.

Whenever they build homes, renovate tombs, or launch big projects, they consult masters to pick auspicious dates and run detailed calculations.

If a business suffers or incurs major losses, they’ll spare no effort to turn things around—often starting by asking if their office’s feng shui has been disrupted.

In short, the saying “the end of science is metaphysics” is alive and well in the lives of these elites.

“Auntie, Auntie, I want to see my little brother!”

Yangyang’s voice rang out.