Mo Jiuye patted her gently: "Okay, we will never have children again."
Zhao Wenpo heard the conversation between the young couple and shouldn't have intervened, but she still couldn't help it.
"Our Dashun Dynasty pays attention to having many children and grandchildren. You are young and good-looking, so the babies you will give birth to will definitely be fat and white. How can you do it without having more children?"
"No more babies!"
"I won't even survive if I beat you to death!"
The couple said it almost in unison.
He Zhiran was tortured by this pain, while Mo Jiuye's heart was bleeding at the thought of letting his wife suffer like this again.
Seeing the young couple's attitude, Zhao Wenpo immediately shut up.
However, she was cursing in her heart. She had seen too many women who said such things, and they would still end up doing the same thing later on.
In her opinion, when giving birth to a child, the scars are healed and the pain is forgotten. How could she not give birth?
Although she was muttering in her heart, Zhao Wenpo did not dare to be careless at all and was always observing He Zhiran's situation.
Just when Hezhiran was in so much pain that he didn't know what to do, Zhao Wenpo finally spoke.
"Hurry, get ready, you're about to give birth."
After hearing what Zhao Wenpo said, Mo Jiuye quickly asked: "Auntie, what do I need to do now?"
Zhao Wenpo looked at his hand which was still held by He Zhiran.
You get above her head so that he can grab you easily, which makes it easier to use strength.
Today's delivery at Mo's house was under special circumstances. With a man accompanying the mother, Mrs. Zhao Wen saved the trouble of helping He Zhiran find a point of support.
Mo Jiuye found a good position obediently.
"Ran Ran, you can hold me as long as you want, as long as it makes you feel better."
He Zhiran was also very cooperative, holding on to Mo Jiuye's arm, hoping that the child would come out soon so that she could suffer less.
Mrs. Zhao Wen was very skilled in delivering babies and quickly prepared the tools she wanted to use.
She came under He Zhiran and took a look, then said: "Follow my command and use your strength as hard as I tell you."
He Zhiran nodded with difficulty...
Not long after, a loud cry of a baby came from the room.
Zhao Wenpo quickly wrapped the child in the quilt she had prepared in advance and stuffed it into Mo Jiuye's arms.
"Congratulations, you are a boy."
A small meat dumpling was stuffed into Mo Jiuye's arms unexpectedly, and she was still a little confused.
When Zhao Wenpo saw this, she couldn't help but joked: "Are you so happy when you heard that you gave birth to a son?"
Before Mo Jiuye could react, the door was already pushed open from the outside.
Mrs. He and Mrs. Mo barged in together.
Although the child's cry was not loud, it could still be heard clearly outside.
How could they, as grandmothers and grandmothers, not be anxious?
However, they did not go to see the child first, but went to He Zhiran.
He Zhiran's face was wet at the moment, his messy hair stuck to his fair cheeks, and he looked very embarrassed.
Mrs. He shed tears of distress.
She took He Zhiran's hand.
"Ran Ran, thank you for your hard work. Po Wen said that you gave birth to a son. If you hold on a little longer, you won't feel any pain when the other little one comes out."
Mrs. Mo was the same, with tears welling up in her eyes unconsciously.
"Ran Ran, thank you for your hard work. You are a great contributor to our Mo family."
She didn't say this because she favored boys over girls. She said this because He Zhiran gave birth to a boy for the Mo family.
This was what Mrs. Mo said from the bottom of her heart without any deliberate intention.
There are nine men in the Mo family, each of whom has married a wife. Ever since Mo Junrui got married, Mrs. Mo has been looking forward to her grandchildren for more than ten years.
Now that she finally has a grandchild, how could she not be excited?
Having just given birth to a child, He Zhiran's abdominal pain had not disappeared, but his body was lighter and he felt much more comfortable.
She didn't want to talk at all at the moment. She had put in a lot of effort when giving birth to her baby, and she hoped to recover quickly through self-regulation.
Zhao Wenpo saw that the two old ladies kept talking around the mother, and no one looked at the fat grandson, so she couldn't help but remind her:
"This baby is white and fat, don't you guys take a look at it?"
It's really strange. She delivered a baby at someone else's house. When she heard that she had given birth to a big fat boy, the whole family rushed to see the baby.
It was a good thing for the Mo family that so many people came to care about the mother and no one said they wanted to see the baby.
At this time, Mo Jiuye also reacted. He was still holding his son in his arms.
However, his son was so young that he was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, for fear that he would be too strong and break his son.
"Mom, mother-in-law, who of you will take the child over?"
He wanted to see the child, but he didn't dare to move.
When Mrs. Mo saw her son's appearance, she remembered the time when she gave birth to Mo Junrui.
The same was true for Mo Qing at that time. Because it was their first child, he had no experience in holding a baby. When Po Wen handed the child over to him, she was just like Mo Jiuye, standing there motionless like a wooden man. Dare to move.
She was one step ahead of Mrs. He and stepped forward to take the child from Mo Jiuye's arms.
Mrs. He stepped forward and gently lifted the corner of the quilt a little.
Immediately, the corners of their lips unconsciously raised a wide arc.
"My dear, my little grandson is really fair."
Mrs. Mo happily agreed: "Yes, other children are born red, but this child is fair and white."
"Look at the facial features, they are very similar to Jiu Ye." Mrs. He said.
"My mother-in-law, you didn't see that when Jiu Ye was a child, the father and son were cut from the same mold."
He Zhiran heard the conversation between the two and temporarily ignored the pain in his body.
"Mom, bring the child and show it to me."
She wanted to see what her son was like after being conceived for ten months and suffering so much.
After hearing this, Mrs. Mo carried the child to the bed and turned the baby's face towards He Zhiran to show her.
"Ran Ran, look, does he look exactly like Jiu Ye?"
The baby just cried a few times when it was born. After being wrapped in a quilt by Mrs. Wen, it quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The little baby's face was flushed with baby fat, and its little mouth was chirping together, as if it was still spitting bubbles.
It's so cute. He Zhiran thinks this is the cutest little doll she has ever seen.
That kind of motherly love from the heart arose spontaneously. If it weren't for her inconvenience right now, she would really want to hold the little baby in her arms and kiss her.
Just as she was staring at her son with loving eyes, she suddenly felt the sharp pain in her lower abdomen hit her again.
He Zhiran frowned unexpectedly, and then let out a slight muffled sound.
Mo Jiuye originally wanted to go over and take a look at his son, but when he heard He Zhiran's voice, he didn't even look at his son and immediately stepped forward to grab her hand.
"Ran Ran, does it hurt again?"
