Every time she cried out, his heart clenched tighter.
"Wifey." Nan Mufeng held Jian Xi tightly. "When you gave birth to Little Pumpkin, was it this painful too?"
"No." Jian Xi shook her head. "Shen Yu was there back then, and I had a natural delivery. It was over very fast."
"Really?" Nan Mufeng didn't believe it.
"It's true. Luo Yan is suffering like this because she was frightened into premature labor. Don't worry so much."
Nan Mufeng just hugged her, his lips pressed into a hard line. After this child, they were never having another.
Father Luo and Lu Yuetong were also pacing anxiously nearby. It wasn't until dawn the next day that Shen Yu finally came out of the delivery room.
On his exhausted face, a relaxed smile spread. "It's done. Mother and daughter are both safe!"
"That's great! That's great!"
Lu Yuetong threw herself into Father Luo's arms and burst into tears, the tears she'd held back all night finally breaking through the dam.
