If what the little girl said is true...

Before he could even break out in a cold sweat from his own thoughts, the little girl gently pushed away his wrist as he was feeding her porridge and asked softly:

"Ayan, is our child a boy or a girl?"

Yan Xiao paused for a moment as he withdrew his spoon, then replied uncertainly, "A girl, I suppose."

"A girl? Right?"

Wen Qinghe looked at Yan Xiao suspiciously. What kind of answer was that?

The man touched his nose, recalling what the nurse had said about "mother and daughter being safe," and then he said with certainty, "It's a girl."

"Is our daughter pretty?"

"Beautiful. It's bound to be beautiful if it's born to a sweet baby."

Even so, Yan Xiao had heard that newborn babies all looked like kiwis with unshed fuzz, probably not very good-looking...

It seems he was right to leave the child next door. He can raise the child for a couple of days and then bring him over to show Qingqing, so she won't be disappointed.

"That's right." The little girl's eyes crinkled with pride, then she looked at him expectantly: "Can I go see her?"

Yan Xiao paused for a moment, then gently coaxed, "It's not dawn yet, Qingqing, sleep a little longer. Tomorrow, I'll have my mother bring her over for you to see, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

Wen Qinghe yawned, but didn't forget to pat the empty seat next to her, indicating that the man should come up and sleep.

Yan Xiao carefully lay down on top of the girl, keeping a certain distance between them, and gently pulled her into his arms, patting her softly.

"Sweetheart, go to sleep."

Seeing the girl obediently close her eyes, Yan Xiao's heart, which had been worried for ten months, finally settled down. He carefully kissed the girl's smooth forehead before closing his eyes in satisfaction.

Once he relaxed, he slept even more soundly than Wen Qinghe.