Chapter 141 Extra 3: The Childhood Sweetheart Has Not Arrived
Mo Xiaohan will always remember the terrifying days when Ruan Xingchen was pregnant with the little tyrant, so when she said she wanted to have another child, he almost refused immediately.
But Ruan Xingchen insisted on having a younger sister for the little tyrant, so that the family would be complete with a son and a daughter.
That evening, she gently placed the pregnancy test stick on the desk in his study. Two clear red lines appeared on it, which made Mo Xiaohan's heart tighten.
"Xingxing, I don't want you to take any more risks..." He held her cold hand in his palm, "We already have the little tyrant, that's enough."
Ruan Xingchen's eyes flashed with determination: "But Xiaohan, I want to see you braid your daughter's hair... I want to hear her softly call me daddy..."
The sound of my three-year-old son playing came from outside the window. The little tyrant was riding a children's tank over the rose bushes, and the nanny was chasing him breathlessly.
Mo Xiaohan looked at his son's figure, but his thoughts drifted back to three years ago, her pale face, her skirt stained with blood... He still felt a lingering fear when he recalled it.
He held her in his arms, his voice hoarse: "But I'm worried..."
"It's okay," Ruan Xingchen chuckled and hugged him back, "I'll be more careful this time."
Three months later, Ruan Xingchen gently stroked her slightly bulging belly and took a nap on the soft couch. The morning sickness of this pregnancy made her much thinner than when she was pregnant with her first child.
The little tyrant Mo Jinchen was standing by seriously, his little hands tightly protecting his mother's belly, as if he was guarding the most precious treasure.
When Savika walked in with his wife and children, the living room suddenly became lively.
Two-and-a-half-year-old Samiya staggered to Ruan Xingchen's knees, tilted her fair little face, and stared at her belly without blinking with her black grape-like eyes.
He shouted in a baby voice that mixed Burmese and Chinese: "Sister... I like sister!"
The little tyrant immediately felt like he was facing a great enemy, and stretched out his short arms to block his mother: "My sister!" His black eyes, exactly the same as Mo Xiaohan's, were full of vigilance.
"Sister..." Samiya was unwilling to be outdone. She stubbornly stretched out her soft fingers and gently placed them on Ruan Xingchen's abdomen. "Miya's sister."
"mine!"
"Mia's!"
Two delicate little balls rolled together on the soft carpet for an unborn baby, neither of them willing to give in.
Su Lixia hurried forward and tried to pull her son away, but was stopped by Savika with a smile.
"My son has good taste." A playful smile appeared on his lips. "He knew to reserve a wife in advance."
Mo Xiaohan walked out of the study and saw this scene. He picked up his son with one hand. The little tyrant was still restlessly waving his fist at Samia in his arms: "Dad! He stole my sister!"
"There's no sign of it yet, why are you so anxious?" Mo Xiaohan looked at Ruan Xingchen helplessly. She was gently stroking her abdomen with an expectant smile on her lips.
Samiya took the opportunity to move closer to Ruan Xingchen's pregnant belly, put his little face on it and listened carefully. Suddenly, he looked up in surprise: "My sister is moving!"
The little tyrant immediately struggled to slip out of his father's arms and tried to push Samia away from her mother: "Go away! This is my sister!"
Samiya staggered after being pushed, but she stubbornly refused to leave. Instead, she opened her arms to protect Ruan Xingchen's belly, her face flushed red: "She's my sister! She likes me!"
The two little balls huddled together next to Ruan Xingchen again, fighting for the position closest to the pregnant belly.
Mo Xiaohan raised his eyebrows and looked at Savika: "Did you teach me?"
"My son," Savika said, raising his chin proudly, "naturally knew from a young age to grab the best."
At that moment, Ruan Xingchen's belly rumbled noticeably, and at the same moment, two little ones' hands scrambled to touch it. This sudden "response" instantly dissipated the tense atmosphere.
The little tyrant solemnly placed his favorite toy gun on his mother's belly: "Sister, I will protect you."
Seeing this, Samiya hurriedly pulled off the jade safety lock from her neck and clumsily hung it on Ruan Xingchen's belly: "Sister, you are beautiful!"
Mo Xiaohan, who was left out, narrowed his eyes. He leaned over and lifted the two little kids apart: "Stop fighting."
He whispered against Ruan Xingchen's belly, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear: "Baby loves daddy the most."
A new round of battle for favor seems to have just begun.
The little princess they were fighting for was now lazily turning over in her mother's womb, completely unaware that she had already stirred up the future chess game of the entire Southeast Asia before she was even born.
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