Chapter 454: Birth
Chapter 454 Giving birth
Xu Meng could only vaguely hear Mr. Wu’s hoarse voice.
“Follow me to the study room!”
Then there was the sound of footsteps going upstairs.
Quietness soon returned, but Wu Fei felt that the air around her was so heavy that it could crush her shoulders. Through the study door, she could even hear her grandfather's roar and the faint cry of Mrs. Wu. .
There are several photo frames placed on a grid on one wall.
The uncle is not here, and it is difficult to see his figure in the family portrait.
Wu Fei heard the sound of cars coming from outside.
Hurryly looked down from the window.
Short and thick hair, Song Moting’s deep and sharp eyes, and sharp facial features must have made many people’s hearts flutter. At least that’s how I saw Song Moting at first.
Now he put one hand on Jiang Xiaoxiao's waist and was carefully helping Jiang Xiaoxiao, who had a big belly, to get out of the car. The moment of tenderness caught in his eyes seemed to only bloom for the woman in his arms.
The door to the study room on the second floor suddenly opened, and the movement inside was instantly amplified countless times. It was the sound of broken porcelain!
Wu Fei hurried downstairs.
Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting noticed something was wrong as soon as they entered the room. The atmosphere seemed not right.
Wu Fei ran down from upstairs panting at this time, with residual shock on her face.
Old Mrs. Wu also came downstairs when she heard the sound.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was sensitive enough to see the traces of tears remaining in the corners of the old lady's eyes.
“Grandma Wu, if it’s inconvenient, we’ll come back another day.”
She doesn’t want to get involved in the Wu family’s family affairs.
No matter whether she is Wu Weiguo's daughter or not.
"You traitor, you traitor, even if Jiang Xiaoxiao is your daughter, how do you plan to recognize her? Are you telling her that she is your evil offspring who was drugged and you don't welcome her into this world at all?"
The old man’s roar brought an end to all of them.
Song Moting held Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand tightly and stared at Jiang Xiaoxiao worriedly. This sentence meant that Jiang Xiaoxiao was related to the Wu family.
Jiang Xiaoxiao raised his hand and shook his hand back. Song Moting's hand was very thin and big. There was almost no flesh on the back of the hand and wrist, and the bones and joints were prominent. However, when he held it in his hand, it was hard and made people feel... Very reassuring.
“Grandma Wu, let’s go back first!”
Jiang Xiaoxiao answered without changing his expression, and pulled Song Moting away.
The Wu family is actually experiencing a major earthquake.
Is Wu Weiguo out of his mind? He already knows what happened between him and Ye Hua. No matter who is right or wrong, it is impossible for outsiders to know. Wu Weiguo actually wants to reveal all the secrets and make the truth known to the world.
Wu Weiguo is actually so affectionate towards his child, who is not a product of emotion?
Only a ghost can believe it!
The experience in her previous life told her that her own children may not be treated well.
What's more, his appearance means the shame of the Wu family and the stigma that Wu Weiguo will never be able to wash away.
Just because Wu Weiguo has a bad brain doesn't mean that she has a bad brain too.
Pretending that nothing happened is the best situation.
It’s a pity that imagination is beautiful, but reality is very skinny.
Before anyone could make a move, Mrs. Wu had already stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Xiao's wrist tightly.
"Xiaoxiao, listen to grandma, you are..."
Jiang Xiaoxiao's expression remained unchanged as she politely pulled out her hand. Only she knew how much effort it took.
The old lady is not as strong as an old lady at all.
“Grandma Wu, I have something else to do, so I’ll go back first. Xiaocheng’s illness has healed. I won’t come to your house to disturb you from now on. From now on, let’s keep each other separate and be happy.”
My own meaning is clear enough. Mrs. Wu is such a smart person, how could she not understand what she meant.
Old Mrs. Wu looked at her empty palms. The child didn't want to recognize them at all.
Who is to blame!
No one would believe that such a thing existed.
They can’t blatantly recognize this child, so what else can they ask for?
“Xiao Xiao! Let’s go!”
Song Moting put one hand around Jiang Xiaoxiao's waist, protecting Jiang Xiaoxiao's belly, worried that Jiang Xiaoxiao would feel sad.
This thing is really shocking.
He didn’t even expect such a thing to happen.
Looking at Jiang Xiaoxiao's expression, he knew that Jiang Xiaoxiao might have known about it a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be so overwhelmed and still remain calm.
Xiao Xiao is almost nine months old, and this is not the time for her to bear such emotional excitement.
Why is the Wu family so ignorant?
I wonder what emotional excitement will cause for a pregnant woman who is about to give birth?
This is because he doesn’t care about his wife at all, and he would not even recognize such a person as his biological father.
Song Moting protected Jiang Xiaoxiao and left.
The car drove out for ten minutes, and neither of them spoke.
I really don’t know what to say.
There are too many things happening today.
All Song Moting could do was hold Jiang's small hand tightly and give her silent support and comfort. At this time, not speaking was better than any words of comfort.
Jiang Xiaoxiao sighed, "Second brother! Send me to the hospital!"
Man’s calculation is not as good as God’s calculation.
I wanted to wait until full term to give birth to the baby, but unfortunately God didn't let me.
She felt a dull pain in her stomach.
There is a high possibility of premature birth.
Child, my mother didn’t want it either. You have to forgive her.
Song Moting was frightened and glanced at Jiang Xiaoxiao, who was pale but still smiling, turned the steering wheel and headed straight to the hospital.
…
On the twentieth day of August, Jiang Xiaoxiao was lying in a delivery room of the hospital, holding Song Moting's hand and trying to concentrate her breathing.
She had been there for more than twenty-four hours and was exhausted, but the nurse kept telling her that everything was normal.
Song Moting’s beard was not shaved, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
Fan Xiuying went back to prepare food. It should be here soon. Jiang Laoshi was so anxious that he almost made a hole in the floor outside.
Mrs. Song and Mr. Song are also guarding outside.
"Xiaoxiao, it's okay. You will be fine. The child will be fine too. I will always be with you."
Song Moting tried hard not to be so neurotic and desperate, but his whole body was shaking nervously just because of worry.
Trying hard to appease Jiang Xiaoxiao.
“You look as if you are the one who is going to give birth.”
She laughed, but her laughter was cut short as another contraction struck her.
This time the intensity was slightly different, and she could feel it.
She leaned back against his arm and said weakly, "I don't think it will be long."
“Thank God!”
He didn't know how long he could hold on.
Watching her in pain and unable to do anything about it was the hardest thing he had ever faced, and he was seriously considering limiting their number of children to one.
This kind of heartache is a kind of pain that he doesn't want to bear anymore.
He kissed her sweaty forehead.
The nurse who came to check up looked at Song Moting's face of leaving life and death, and smiled slightly after checking Jiang Xiaoxiao.
"Comrade Song, your lover is right, it won't be long. We'd better send her to the delivery room. You go out and wait."
During the delivery, Song Moting wanted to go in several times and stayed with her.
But the doctor had done a complete prenatal check-up for her and did not think that Jiang Xiaoxiao would encounter any trouble during delivery.
He firmly rejected his request, and the power of the Song family could not do anything about it.
Song Moting was extremely cranky, wondering whether the trouble the doctor called was different from what he thought.
She had been in labor pains for thirty-six hours.
He didn't know if this was normal.
Half an hour later, Song Moting hugged his bright red son.
In the ward, Jiang Xiaoxiao, who had been sent out of the delivery room, looked at him with tear-filled eyes and couldn't help but smile.
Song Moting's expression was so gentle that she could hardly bear it.
That was a gentle expression of guilt.
“Six pounds and eight taels, you just barely managed to get through safely.”
Having a baby that is too big is not good for the mother.
Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed out loud and stretched out his hand to them.
Song Moting put the tightly wrapped child in her arms, and he protected the mother and son, unable to keep his eyes away from the two of them.
He has never seen such a beautiful picture in his life. God, he feels so good!
Although I'm exhausted, I feel really good.
(End of this chapter)