Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 814 - 815, the due date has arrived (first update)

Chapter 814: 815, the due date has arrived (first update)

Mo Qingyi watched the fireworks with a smile and continued, "It’s because my sister-in-law loves purple the most, and also, when those fireworks spread out, they’ll form the character ’Jin.’ Pay attention later, our family sets off these fireworks every year."

These fireworks also testified the love between Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan.

Hearing this, Duanmu Sheng made a special note to observe the dispersing pattern of the fireworks, and sure enough, just as Mo Qingyi had said, at the last moment before they faded, they all turned into the character ’Jin’ and hung in the sky for several seconds.

Reflected in Duanmu Sheng’s eyes were the colors of the fireworks, "Big Brother Nine and Sister-in-Law Nine have such a great love." Even after so many years, Mo Zhixuan’s affection for Chu Jin remained constant—how could one not be envious?

What so-called ’three-year itch,’ or ’seven-year glitch.’

In the case of Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin, they were practically non-existent.

Their affection for each other had always been great, and they never once argued.

Mo Qingyi laughed more and said, "Yes, they do love each other very much, especially my brother, who would go as far as to rip out his heart and hand it to my sister-in-law."

At this, Duanmu Zhe immediately came over, wrapped his arm around Mo Qingyi’s waist, and teased, "So, what you’re saying is, I’m not good to you?"

"Then why don’t you take out your heart for me to see?" Mo Qingyi pinched Duanmu Zhe on the waist.

"Wow, that’s lethal, are you sure you can bear it?"

"What’s there to bear?"

Watching Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe playfully bicker, a glint of light appeared in Duanmu Sheng’s eyes.

They were all happy.

How wonderful.

And she would be very happy as well.

A smile appeared on Duanmu Sheng’s lips while her hands slowly caressed her belly.

The next day.

The first day of the Lunar New Year.

Mo Qingyi woke up early in the morning, changed into new clothes, put on her makeup, and went back to her parents’ home with Duanmu Zhe, bringing a lot of gifts.

Although the Duanmu Family and the imperial palace were only one kilometer apart, to Mo Qingyi, it felt as though hours had passed.

She was eager to see every member of the Mo family.

When she and Duanmu Zhe arrived, the Mo family was gathered around the dining table for breakfast.

According to tradition, noodles were eaten on the morning of the first day.

Mo Qingyi walked in front, and as soon as she entered the room, she gave Madam Mo a big hug and said with a playful grin, "Mom, I’m back! Haven’t seen me in three days, did you miss me to death? Have you been secretly crying behind brother and sister-in-law’s back?"

Madam Mo patted Mo Qingyi on the shoulder, saying one thing but meaning another, "Since you got married and left, I don’t know how much more relaxed I’ve been, and no one has been bothering me, I’m too happy to care!"

Despite saying so, Madam Mo’s eyes still reddened.

Mo Qingyi hugged Madam Mo tightly, her smile gradually fading as she said earnestly, "Mom, I missed you."

This was the first time that Mo Qingyi had said "I missed you" to Madam Mo with such seriousness.

Though it was just a brief phrase, it contained myriads of emotions.

In that moment, the atmosphere started to change.

With a lump in her throat, Madam Mo’s arms trembled as she held Mo Qingyi, tears spilling from her eyes.

Mo Qingyi knew that even though Madam Mo didn’t say it aloud, she still missed her deeply in her heart. Mo Qingyi put on a smiling face again, "Mom, I haven’t eaten yet, did you save some noodles for me? I love your handmade noodles the most."

"Saved, saved," Madam Mo said while wiping her tears and smiling, "I’ll serve you some right now. Little Zhe, you must be hungry too, right? Take a seat quickly."

But Duanmu Zhe stopped Madam Mo, "Mom, why don’t you sit here and have a good talk with Qingyi. I can get it myself." Duanmu Zhe was familiar with the environment of the Mo family’s home.

"Jin, are you about to give birth?" Mo Qingyi looked up at Chu Jin with puzzlement in her eyes. She was always straightforward and couldn’t remember Chu Jin’s due date.

"Yes," Chu Jin nodded slightly, "The due date is the 28th, not much longer now. You won’t be back at the military base then, will you?"

Mo Qingyi shook her head, "No, we have a two-month marriage leave, and it’s only been a few days. By that calculation, Duanmu Xiaosi and I can still attend the babies’ full-month celebration."

Chu Jin’s lips curved with a smile, "Right."

"Time flies so fast," Mo Qingyi continued, "just like that I’m about to be an aunt. By the way, have you decided on a name for the baby?"

Zhao Yan joined in, "Not yet, your mom and I are still discussing it." Almost from the start of Chu Jin’s pregnancy, Zhao Yan and Madam Mo had been pondering the names for the children, but even up to now, they hadn’t settled on one.

Madam Mo said with a laugh, "No rush, good things come to those who wait. Some children are over a year old before they get their formal names. Zhixuan has already chosen nicknames for the children, we can just use those for now."

Names were a matter of a lifetime, and sometimes a person’s name could even determine their fate. Therefore, at times like this, Madam Mo certainly couldn’t be careless.

Chu Jin also said with a smile, "Mom is right, good things take time, this kind of thing can’t be rushed."

Mo Qingyi then asked, "Brother, what nicknames have you chosen for the children?"

Mo Zhixuan looked at Mo Qingyi, cleared his throat, and then said seriously, "Bao Bao and Bei Bei."

"Pfft, haha." Mo Qingyi couldn’t help but laugh.

She hadn’t expected Mo Zhixuan to have such a common moment. Those two names were too popular now—whose kids weren’t called Bao Bao, whose children weren’t treasured? (Bao Bao and Bei Bei are both common endearing terms for babies in Chinese, colloquially used like "baby" or "treasure.")

Mo Qingyi had thought Mo Zhixuan would come up with something special.

Turns out, Mo Zhixuan wasn’t as unique as she had imagined.

"So, who’s called Bao Bao and who’s called Bei Bei?" Mo Qingyi asked further.

After all, Chu Jin was expecting twins.

Mo Zhixuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "The eldest is called Bao Bao, and the second is called Bei Bei."

Mo Qingyi nodded thoughtfully.

Moments later, Duanmu Zhe came over carrying two bowls of noodles.

After finishing breakfast, Mo Qingyi suggested going to the temple fair.

The temple fair in Superpower World was very lively.

Taking into account that Chu Jin was pregnant, and with the temple fair being too crowded, inconvenient, and unsafe, Mo Zhixuan refused, "You go with Duanmu and take Mom, Chu Xiu, Zi, and the others with you. We won’t go."

The Mo family matriarch also said, "It’s better for Jin not to go. There are too many people at the temple fair, and it’s unsafe." Now was a crucial time for Chu Jin, and anything like a bump or scrape could mean trouble.

Mo Qingyi expressed his regret, "Ah, you’re not going?"

Chu Jin shook her head slightly, "You guys go ahead. I’ll watch TV at home, which is pretty good." On the morning of the first day of the new year, there were too many people, and even Chu Jin couldn’t guarantee her own safety.

So Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe took the two elderly and Zi and Chu Xiu to the temple fair.

The primary reason Zhao Yan and the Mo family matriarch went was to burn incense and pray for blessings for Chu Jin and the child in her belly.

After all, she was almost due.

Once they left, Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan were the only ones remaining in the vast imperial palace.

Chu Jin nestled against Mo Zhixuan’s chest watching TV.

Mo Zhixuan, on the other hand, was peeling nutshells for her.

Time flew quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Chu Jin’s due date arrived.

Everyone prepared for Chu Jin to give birth that day, but Chu Jin’s belly showed no sign of activity.

The Mo family matriarch was at home sterilizing the baby’s clothes and diapers.

Zhao Yan also brought over many baby supplies. These days, she had been living with the Mo family just in case Chu Jin went into labor at any moment.

At night, before going to bed, the Mo family matriarch and Zhao Yan came to Chu Jin’s bedroom three times, "Jin, how is it? Still no reaction? Remember to call us if you have any stomach pain."

Zhao Yan was somewhat worried, "Jin, have you called the doctor? Why hasn’t there been any movement even though the due date is here?" Zhao Yan had never experienced these things herself, so she didn’t quite understand.

Chu Jin sat at the head of the bed with a faint smile on her lips, "Moms, don’t worry. The doctor said due dates are just estimates. It’s normal to be delayed by one or two weeks; there’s nothing to worry about."

"Some are right on time though," the Mo family matriarch chimed in. "When I was giving birth to Zhixuan, the doctor predicted the 12th, but just after midnight, my stomach began to hurt. Since your mom and I will be sleeping next door, make sure to call us if anything happens."

The Mo family matriarch had been looking forward to this day. She wanted to meet her precious grandson and granddaughter sooner, but to her dismay, there was no reaction from Chu Jin’s belly even on the due date.

That made her a little nervous; since one of the fetuses in Chu Jin’s belly had a special physique, the matriarch worried something unexpected might happen.

She had insisted that Chu Jin keep the child, hoping this decision would not become her biggest regret.

Chu Jin nodded, "Okay, I understand. It’s getting late; you should go to sleep. If I go into labor in the middle of the night, you’ll need to be well-rested."

Hearing Chu Jin say this, the Mo family matriarch and Zhao Yan hurried back to their rooms to try to force themselves to sleep.

No sooner had they left than Mo Zhixuan came out of the bathroom after his shower.

"How are you feeling, Jin? Still no movement? Should we go to the hospital to check?" Mo Zhixuan was even less experienced with these matters. The baby was overdue and still not showing signs of arrival, which made Mo Zhixuan very nervous.

"It’s okay, it’s very normal for due dates to be delayed. Don’t worry," Chu Jin said while braiding a red string, her tone light.

How could Mo Zhixuan not worry? He took out his phone to call the obstetrician in charge of Chu Jin’s prenatal care, and only after confirming that such a delay was indeed normal did he feel relieved.

"The doctor said someone needs to be with you during this time because the baby might be born at any moment, so I will stay by your side these next few days," said Mo Zhixuan, climbing into bed.

"What about your work? You’ve got Mom and the others; you go about your business," Chu Jin looked up at Mo Zhixuan.

She didn’t want Mo Zhixuan to neglect his responsibilities because of her.

"There’s nothing major at the moment. Don’t worry; I know what I’m doing," Mo Zhixuan said, lowering his gaze to kiss Chu Jin’s forehead.

Knowing that Mo Zhixuan was not someone to lose perspective, Chu Jin felt reassured and added, "Alright, then make sure your work phone is on 24/7."

Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, then asked, "What are you making there?"

Since Mo Zhixuan had come out of the bathroom, Chu Jin’s attention had been on the red string in her hands, continuously tying it into various sorts of knots, which looked quite nice.

"A safety knot for the children. Do you like it?" Chu Jin picked up a finished red string and handed it to Mo Zhixuan.

The safety knot was special as the string could be lengthened as the child grew, and once worn, it could accompany them for a lifetime.

"It’s pretty. Who taught you this?" Mo Zhixuan said, a tender expression in his eyes.

Chu Jin’s eyes also filled with tenderness, "I learned from a video. This pattern is quite complicated; it took me two full days to master it." Chu Jin didn’t have much talent for such delicate handcrafts.

Mo Zhixuan placed the red string on the bedside table, his tone tinged with teasing, "You do have patience, don’t you?"

Chu Jin hadn’t woven a safety knot for herself yet, and here she was making them for those two little ones first! How frustrating!

Detecting the jealousy in Mo Zhixuan’s words, Chu Jin’s eyebrows lifted slightly. "Do you want one too? I can make one for you?"

"Who said I wanted one?" Mo Zhixuan said contrary to his true feelings, "I don’t like such childish things."

Chu Jin smiled softly.

Time passed, and another five days went by, but there was still no movement from Chu Jin’s belly.

The Mo family matriarch and Zhao Yan were anxiously pacing.

Then, late that night, just after two in the morning,

Chu Jin awoke from a deep sleep to a sudden, painful dropping sensation. At first, it was a faint pain, which then turned sharply intense.