This was just the beginning; they almost broke both arms trying to stop the agitated Qiao Yuchen.
They were worried that if Qiao Yuchen continued to get agitated, they might really be ruined.
This was only the time it takes for the young mistress to go in for less than an incense stick's time. Thinking about the time to come, it would be too agonizing for them.
Qiao Yuchen was sweating profusely with nervousness.
Hearing the woman's heart-wrenching cries coming from inside, he became extremely nervous.
If he had known that childbirth would be so difficult, he wouldn't have let the woman get pregnant.
Just as I was feeling annoyed and guilty, I suddenly heard a "whoosh".
The voice didn't sound like Chen Siyuan's; it sounded more like... Qiao Yuchen couldn't believe it. He looked at Wang Yong beside him and stammered, "What did you hear?"
Wang Yong was a little confused. At this moment, his arm no longer hurt, and he listened carefully to the sounds inside.
Yang Lei, also out of sorts, looked at Qiao Yuchen and asked, "Master, why does it sound like... a child crying?"
"No way, a newborn baby wouldn't make that much noise, besides..."
Qiao Yuchen also thought it was unlikely. Just then, Aunt Jiang ran out carrying a small quilt and bowed to Qiao Yuchen, saying, "Congratulations, Young General, on the birth of a little prince."
"Young Master?" Upon hearing this, Qiao Yuchen glanced at the extremely unattractive child in Jiang Ma's arms, his eyes filled with disdain. "You're not mistaken?"
Jiang Ma was stunned for a moment, unsure how to react, but she tried her best to remain composed, "Reporting to the young general, it is indeed the young master."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yuchen felt annoyed even looking at her again and rushed into the delivery room.
Wang Yong and Yang Lei reacted a little slowly; they only realized what was happening after Qiao Yuchen went inside.
Jiang's mother held the child for a long time, unsure of how to react.
While the three were stunned, they heard someone spit out blood.
Qiao Yuchen rushed into the delivery room and saw the weak Chen Siyuan. "Yuan'er, you've suffered so much."
"Where's the baby?" Chen Siyuan was in good condition. From the start of labor pains to giving birth, it took less than the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn.
Just as Jiang Ma had said, the child had come to repay a debt of gratitude and couldn't bear to let Chen Siyuan suffer.
"Outside."
"Hurry up and bring it over so I can see it."
"What's so interesting about him? He's just a brat."
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