This was the first time Linghu Lan had ever experienced childbirth.
She was nervous, and Mo Tang was even more nervous. He checked the contents of the maternity bag again and again: toilet paper, breast pump, bra, underwear, baby clothes—he had personally selected each item. He and Linghu Lan had been looking forward to this for a long time.
In the later stages of her pregnancy, Linghu Lan's body became swollen. He would take the time to massage her, help her turn over in bed at night, and when the baby was too big in Linghu Lan's belly and often pushed up stomach acid, causing Linghu Lan heartburn and discomfort, he would help her soothe her.
In the days leading up to her due date, he often got up in the middle of the night to check on Linghu Lan to see if she was sleeping soundly and how she was feeling. He was worried that she might suddenly go into labor and not have the strength to wake him.
Linghu Lan felt sweet inside. She didn't feel that weak, but she enjoyed Mo Tang's care. She felt that the most worthwhile thing she had ever done in her life was to marry Mo Tang.
The contractions came suddenly. In the early hours of the morning, she suddenly felt waves of dull pain. Linghu Lan thought it was the baby moving, but then she realized that the pain was regular. It would hurt for a few minutes and then stop, only to come back again a few minutes later. She guessed that the baby was about to be born.
The child was born at Nano's affiliated hospital, Bo Ren Hospital. There were no obstetricians there originally; all the doctors there were best at treating patients in a vegetative state. Later, because Linghu Lan became pregnant, several professional obstetricians and nurses were temporarily transferred from a hospital of the same level.
The doctors and nurses who were temporarily assigned to the hospital only knew that they were delivering the baby for a very important person, but they didn't know why that person was important.
Linghu Lan was taken to the hospital by a special car and went directly to the delivery room.
Her health had recovered quite well over the years, and the baby was in the correct position. The doctor recommended a natural birth. She thought she was mentally prepared, but the process of childbirth was too painful. The pain felt like being shoved into a tiny steel ring, with every bone in her body feeling squeezed, as if every cell had been electrocuted, and her soul felt light and weightless.
Sweat dripped down her face. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts about many people and events. She thought of the little buns she had raised, whose mothers had also gone through the same pain to bring them into the world. Finally, she was qualified to be a mother herself.
When Linghu Lan heard a muffled cry, she felt as if the whole world had gone silent. She could only hear the crying of the little red figure. At first, the sound was a bit like the croaking of a frog, but after the nurse removed the dirt from its mouth, it became a loud and beautiful cry.
Then, the nurse happily announced, "He was born at 11 o'clock; it's a boy."
What happened next felt like a dream to Linghu Lan. The midwife placed the cleaned baby in her arms and whispered, "Do you see? This is your child, a lovely little boy."
The midwife deliberately showed the baby's finial to Linghu Lan.
Linghu Lan couldn't help but smile; it was a genuine smile, the innate joy a mother feels when she sees her child.
Afterwards, the child was taken for various examinations, and Mo Jianxing's parents followed along, watching intently, afraid that there might be the slightest risk to the child.
Linghu Lan was wheeled back to the ward. The moment the delivery room door opened, he saw Mo Tang and his parents.
Mo Tang was already in tears. He kissed Linghu Lan's forehead and whispered in her ear, "You're amazing!"
Looking at Mo Tang's reddened eyes, Linghu Lan felt as if her heart was wrapped in honey. This life had been worthwhile, so worthwhile. "Yes! My life is complete now."
"It's perfect."
"I'm still missing a daughter; I want both a son and a daughter."
"No more children, one is enough." Mo Tang's heart clenched, and his legs went weak. He was terrified when he heard Linghu Lan's voice, even more so than when he found out he was lost in time and space. Once a person has someone and something they truly care about, they can no longer be invincible.
In that instant, he even thought that if Linghu Lan were in danger, he might not be able to survive on his own.
Therefore, one child is enough; he cannot bear the fear of a second one.
Linghu Lan smiled. She could somewhat understand Mo Tang's feelings. When she was a child, she was playing with her friends. One of her friends accidentally cut his hand. It was just a small cut with a little blood. Her friend didn't think it was a big deal, but Linghu Lan felt a chill run down her spine. She was so nervous that her legs felt weak and she couldn't walk.
She could roughly imagine the psychological torment Mo Tang was going through outside, so she felt a warmth in her heart, a warmth that comes from meeting the right person and being the best in their eyes no matter what.
After the child's examination, he was placed in a delicate little cradle.
His skin was rosy, like a little red rabbit, and his lips were pink. He would occasionally stick out his tongue and blow out a bubble. The way he yawned with his mouth wide open melted the hearts of Linghu Lan and Mo Tang.
This is when the child is asleep.
Mo Tang and Linghu Lan thought he was an angel.
Six adults, six heads huddled together, scrutinizing the child's indistinct features. His eyebrows resembled his father's, his nose his mother's, and his lips his father's. His eyes weren't open yet, but his double eyelids were already quite prominent; he was sure to grow up to be a handsome man.
The problem arises when the child starts crying.
First, the big task of pooping was a major test. Mo Tang learned to clean his baby's little bottom, and despite his great determination, he was still stunned by the pile of excrement his son produced.
“Newborn babies are all like this, you were like this when you were little.” Mr. and Mrs. Mo were overjoyed. The two old people had been waiting for so long to finally have their own grandson. They were beaming with happiness and could easily tease their son.
Only then did Mo Tang understand what it meant to raise a child from scratch, and with a sigh, she began her grand plan to raise a son. With the help of her parents, she cleaned up the child.
After finally finishing his work, the child started crying and fussing again. Mo Tang held the little one in his arms, but his holding posture was very unprofessional. He was afraid that the child would accidentally slip out of his arms. He whispered and carefully coaxed the child, speaking gently, hoping that the little one would stop crying.
"He might be hungry, it's time for his milk!" Lan's mother reminded him.
Mo Tang reluctantly handed the child to Linghu Lan, who began to feel nervous.
As a first-time mother, she didn't know how to breastfeed.
Fortunately, the obstetricians and nurses at the hospital were there specifically to serve her and quickly gave her a breastfeeding lesson, which put Linghu Lan at ease and allowed her to start breastfeeding.
At that moment, she was so happy that tears almost fell. Mo Tang carefully held her and the little one in his arms.
Only the two of them could truly understand how much they had longed for the arrival of this little one. The feeling of finally having one's wish fulfilled after so long is something that only those involved can truly comprehend.
A baby was born at a hospital that specializes in caring for people in a vegetative state. This was a very new thing for all the doctors and nurses at the hospital. They had always been taking care of patients in a vegetative state. Occasionally, someone would wake up, but most people remained in a coma for years. Therefore, the hospital was quiet and peaceful all year round, with a heavy atmosphere of stagnation.
The birth of a newborn is like a thunderclap, waking up all the doctors and nurses in the hospital. Familiar doctors and nurses will come in during their rounds to disinfect themselves and take a look at the cute little baby.
Those unfamiliar with the creature might look at this lively and adorable little sprite while bathing their baby, giving themselves a boost of positive energy.
Linghu Lan had once been an unprofessional and irresponsible doctor, so she could understand the feelings of these doctors and nurses. Being in a state of depression for many years and being used to death was not good for their physical and mental health. Seeing a newborn baby would be beneficial for them.
Mo Tang pondered, "I hope my son won't be a womanizer in the future. He was examined by dozens of female doctors and nurses right after he was born."
Linghu Lan: "...I hope he'll be like his father."
"Yes! I also hope he'll be lucky enough to meet a woman as wonderful as his mother."
Qi Yue, who came to visit Linghu Lan, felt a chill. It was rare to see a couple praising each other like this; it was even rarer than having a child.
Three days later.
I've been discharged from the hospital.
Lan's mother stayed behind to take care of Linghu Lan during her postpartum period. Mo's parents were too old to be of much help, so they hired a nanny to cook and do laundry.
Mo Tang took maternity leave and took care of the child herself.
He's doing it very well now, and he's gotten used to holding the baby. The baby wakes up every two hours to nurse, and he's afraid of disturbing Linghu Lan's rest, so after the baby has nursed, he takes him to another room to sleep, only bringing him over when he needs to breastfeed.
Lan's mother is responsible for taking care of the children during the day, while a nanny is responsible for cooking and laundry. Even so, the three of them are still busy and there are many small problems. However, when they calm down and look at the children's sleeping faces, they feel that all the busyness is worthwhile.
Linghu Lan and Mo Tang had thought of the child's name a long time ago. The nickname was Rong Yu. However, because the name was too grand, they naturally used "Baby" instead when the child was young.
Linghu Lan discovered that no matter how grand or prestigious a name is in the world, it never sounds as endearing and cute as the word "baby" when spoken by parents. It seems that others have reached the same consensus, naturally calling their children "baby," and as they get a little older, they call them "Rong Bao."
Rong Bao had already opened her eyes. Her eyes were large and bright, with a layer of blue mist over them. Her black pupils looked like they were made of black jade, bright and dazzling.
He was very handsome, and Linghu Lan held him in her arms, loving him dearly. The mother and son often spoke in hushed tones that only the two of them could understand.
After some time.
Mo Tang obtained Rong Yu's test report from Nano. It stated that Rong Yu's superpower existence index was nine, which meant that he definitely had superpowers. However, since his superpowers had not yet awakened, it was impossible to determine what kind of superpowers he possessed.
Linghu Lan was somewhat worried, "I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing!"
"I think it's a good thing. Knowing this allows us to provide targeted training based on the situation in advance. Knowing this now is much better than being clueless and missing the best time for training. Our future has almost reached its peak, but his future has no upper limit and has countless possibilities."
Mo Tang's eyes were calm. He had thought this matter through carefully. As his and Linghu Lan's son, Rong Yu's life was destined to be extraordinary. If he was destined to have superpowers, it would be much better for him to learn about and become familiar with them from now on than to awaken them later and become a halfway through his life. Laying a good foundation now would allow him to have fewer expectations for the future.
Linghu Lan easily understood these issues and couldn't help but smile: "I was worrying unnecessarily. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and I can't worry about them. I'll be content as long as I raise him to be successful."
Linghu Lan was certain that the future belonged to those with superpowers, and that it was something to celebrate that her son could become one of them. As for what the future held, she would leave that to future generations to worry about.
All she wants to do now is be a couch potato and raise her kids.
Rong Yu did not hold a full moon banquet. Linghu Lan felt that the child was too young and did not want to be exposed to many relatives and friends to celebrate too early. After discussing with Mo Tang, she decided to hold a 100-day banquet.
This banquet was only attended by a few close friends and relatives.
Of all my former university classmates, only Zeng Hui was invited.
Zeng Hui arrived at Linghu Lan's house ahead of time. Looking at the luxurious villa and elegant decoration, she felt like she was in a dream. She knew that Linghu Lan's husband was rich, but she did not expect that he was rich to this extent.
"You really married a rich second-generation heir,"
Linghu Lan teased her son, feeling content and at ease. "Yes! He is indeed a rich second-generation, but that's nothing."
"That's nothing? My God, Linghu Lan, what kind of man do you want?!" Zeng Hui was a little frantic. Others dream of getting what they want, but Linghu Lan got it just like that, and she doesn't even care. It's outrageous.
Linghu Lan raised her head, looked at her seriously, and smiled, "I'm telling the truth. There are many rich kids, but there are fewer handsome rich kids, even fewer handsome and intelligent rich kids, and even fewer handsome, intelligent, and talented rich kids. My Mo Tang is one of a kind."
Zeng Hui: "I don't want to eat this dog food at all."
She reached out and hugged Rong Yu. The small, soft girl gave her an adorable smile, and Zeng Hui's heart, which had just convinced herself not to be jealous, was stirred up again.
Because she discovered that Linghu Lansheng's sons were all exceptionally good-looking. The three-month-old babies had already grown up, with distinct features. Their eyes were like jewels, incredibly beautiful. Their little mouths were rosy and plump, as if they could cry at a glance. Their adorable, chubby faces were incredibly smooth.
She's already so adorable at such a young age; I wonder what she'll be like when she grows up.
Zeng Hui looked at Linghu Lan very seriously and said, "Linghu Lan, I'm really jealous of you! How come you're so good at having children!"
Linghu Lan couldn't help but laugh, "With your smooth talk, are you trying to get a smaller red envelope? That's impossible!"
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