HLM -Chapter 1289 A Glass

Father Bo and mother had some reservations about their little girl’s English name. When they learned it was the name of the goddess of dawn, they worried it might be a bit over the top. “Naming her the same as a goddess? Is that really okay?”

In China, elders prefer humble names for children, believing it helps them thrive. But in New Zealand, things were different. People liked to give children meaningful names. Eva’s name commemorated her birth at the break of dawn.

Seeing her parents a bit concerned, Wang Bo said, “Don’t worry. This isn’t China. This is God’s land. People here like to do things this way.”

“We don’t mind,” Father Bo quickly clarified, “it’s just that the name feels a bit grand.” He didn’t want to cause any friction with his daughter-in-law.

During her pregnancy, in the later stages when she couldn’t work, Eva stayed home reading and studying Chinese culture. She roughly understood what Wang Bo’s parents meant about names.

So she said, “For now, let’s keep this name for our baby. For future children, we’ll give them simpler names. If it’s a boy, we’ll call him ‘Goudan,’ and if it’s a girl, ‘Maodan.’”

Wang Bo smiled wryly. “I thought it would be something like ‘Second’ or ‘Third’.”

Wang Bo’s parents laughed. Their son and daughter-in-law were clearly planning more children, so the name of the first one didn’t matter—they’d still have chances to show off their creativity.

After the baby was born, she underwent multiple health checks and, just like her mother Eva, was exceptional.

Two days later, another child was born in Sunset Town, a baby boy. But compared to the girl, he was weaker and cried in a soft, delicate voice.

He was nothing like their little girl, who, upon waking, would scream at the top of her lungs without a care for anything!

Normally, babies stay in the hospital for about a week for observation. But because of her unique situation, the little princess stayed only four days before being brought home.

According to Doctor Yi, “The little princess is as strong as a young lioness, so there’s no need to keep her under observation. Let her go home and enjoy the warmth of her family.”

From then on, day or night, there was always the sound of loud crying in the villa.

Wang Bo even wondered if Doctor Yi had sent her home early because he couldn’t handle her earth-shaking cries.

During Eva’s pregnancy, she had worked so hard that now, at home, she took care of the baby during the day. In the evening, it was Wang Bo’s parents and Wang Bo taking turns.

At night, if their daughter cried, Wang Bo would immediately get out of bed to see what was wrong.

After a few days, Wang Bo had figured out the baby’s needs. If she kicked her little legs while crying, she needed a diaper change. If she clicked her tongue, she was hungry. And if she just cried without moving, that little troublemaker was simply looking for attention.

Dale had initially sparked some interest in ba, but after helping change the baby’s diaper once, she kept her distance.

When the baby was calm, Dale liked being around her, but when she cried, regardless of the reason, Dale would bolt.

Wang Bo had prepared many gifts for the baby, all kinds of soft, fluffy toys. But Doll didn’t care—she didn’t yet understand their appeal.

The Fat Cat brothers had tried to win her over with cuteness, but after two attempts, the baby screamed in terror. Wang Bo no longer let the cats near her.

Eva slept soundly at night, but whenever the baby cried, she woke immediately—a mother’s instinct. Previously, even when a large dog barked right in front of her, she wouldn’t wake.

To let Eva rest, Wang Bo stayed alert. At the first cry, he would rush over to give her the pacifier.

After about ten days at home with the baby, Wang Bo felt like he’d been through hell.

Before going to work, he weighed himself and lamented, “Damn, do you feel like I’ve lost weight?”

Eva worriedly asked, “I can’t tell. How much?”

“Not in weight, just mentally exhausted.”

Eva snapped, “Go to work!”

Even at work, Wang Bo couldn’t relax. By noon, he’d rush home to check on the baby. Only after making sure she was fine, and after listening to her cry a bit, could he return to work in the afternoon.

After playing with the baby at noon, Wang Bo drove back into town. Kim Tae-jung, the owner of the Korean barbecue restaurant, waved to him.

“What’s up?” he asked, getting out of the car.

Kim bowed and handed him a bottle of liquor. “This is a private soju my friend brought from Korea. I want to give it to you as a gift to celebrate your new daughter.”

Wang Bo thanked him repeatedly. He wasn’t used to Korean soju, a diluted distilled liquor, but since it was a gift—and judging by Kim’s attitude—it was a rare and fine bottle in New Zealand, so he gladly accepted.

As he prepared to head back, he noticed an elderly man in tattered clothes standing by the roadside, staring at the bottle.

The man wore a leather jacket and dress pants but had a cowboy hat on—an odd mix. Everything was worn, yet clean. He carried two battered leather suitcases, one of which had a cat tied to it.

Seeing Wang Bo’s gaze, the old man smiled confidently, with a relaxed expression, like an old neighbor friend.

Exhausted and stressed from the baby, Wang Bo felt comforted by the simple smile and approached him. “Sir, I noticed you’re looking at my bottle.”

The old man nodded. “Korean soju—light, but good. Perfect for an afternoon drink.”

Wang Bo raised the bottle. “Do you want a glass?”

The old man bowed. “Thank you, sir, but I’ll pass. I was just looking. Good liquor, like a beautiful woman, always attracts attention.”

Seeing his longing, Wang Bo sat down under a tree by the roadside.

It was spring, with over two weeks of sunny weather warming the town. Fresh grass sprouted along the roadside, comfortable to sit on.

He called back to the restaurant, “Bring two glasses, please, boss.”

The owner peeked out, smiling, “As you wish.”

When the glasses arrived, Wang Bo opened the bottle, poured the liquor, and gestured for the old man to sit. “Here, try this wine.”

The old man’s smile brightened. He bowed again. “I won’t refuse, thank you for the invitation.”

And so, two strangers, previously unknown to each other, sat together over a bottle of liquor.