The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 562: Carrying a Nezha in the Womb (9)_1

Chapter 562: Chapter 562: Carrying a Nezha in the Womb (9)_1

Mo Heng had already prepared the labor-inducing medicine, ready to use it should anything go awry with Pei Qin.

The entire month of August passed without any movement.

Lady Chen then started to curse Zhang Shiqian, accusing him of deceiving them, wanting to use them for revenge against Pei Qin, and instead having them be humiliated.

Shen Songming also wrote several letters, worried about Pei Qin, asking whether his godson or goddaughter had been born yet.

It wasn’t until the Double Ninth Festival that early in the morning, Pei Qin woke up to contractions.

That wave after wave of pain, each more intense than the last, made Pei Qin unable to refrain from cursing Mo Heng, "If I ever bear you another child, I won’t take the Pei surname!"

Hearing the tremble in her voice as she bore the pain, Mo Heng couldn’t wait outside any longer, and ignoring the objections of Feng Wei and Zhang Gengshan, he rushed into the delivery room and put his hand into Pei Qin’s mouth, "If it hurts, bite me!"

In the end, Pei Qin couldn’t hold back, and as his pale hand was placed beside her mouth, she bit down on it directly, not releasing until blood oozed out and it felt like something whooshed out of her belly, lightening the load, and only then did she barely loosen her teeth.

"Aiyo! This little baby is so beautiful! And such nice hair!" the midwife, holding the child, had even forgotten to congratulate them.

Pei Qian, who had been crouching eagerly at the door, couldn’t wait to ask, "Is it born? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Only then did the midwife smack the little baby, and a loud cry echoed throughout the courtyard, "Congratulations! Congratulations! It’s a beautiful little miss! When she grows up, she’ll definitely be a beauty!"

"Let me see." Pei Qin, enduring weakness, reached out her hand.

Mo Heng carefully held his new, still-crying daughter and gently passed her to Pei Qin for a look.

The loosely wrapped baby reached out her little arms toward Pei Qin’s face, her little red face crying.

Pei Qin’s heart inexplicably softened, and seeing this little being made the nearly one year of pregnancy seem not so arduous. She thought, "Her hair is so long..."

Mo Heng, gently touching her pale, sweaty face, softly said, "I was the same when I was born."

"Like you?" The little one kept crying, and Pei Qin couldn’t tell.

Mo Heng nodded, "Just like me!"

Pei Qin yawned and said softly, "Well then... such a face..."

Mo Heng had Zhang Gengshan reward the midwife to see her off, telling Pei Qin to get some sleep first, and he would watch over the child.

When Grandma Sun, Madam Sun, and the Sun Quanliang family came over to see the child, they all praised how well she was made, resembling Mo Heng. As they left, they even said, "She’s the spitting image of her father; who knows how handsome she’ll be when she grows up!"

"By then, not to mention Yuanyang County, even the young masters from aristocratic families will be scrambling for her! The baby is so fair and pretty!"

When the Fang family received the news, they rushed over anxiously, bringing nourishing old hen.

Though a daughter was born, both mother and daughter were safe and sound, a relief after an uneventful childbirth.

Old Scholar Fang even laughed at himself for having worried needlessly before. Looking at his granddaughter, his smile was uncontrollable.

Mo Heng had bought two wet nurses early on to attend to Pei Qin during her confinement and to take care of Little Radish, but he couldn’t stop Pei Qin from breastfeeding herself.

In the past, Pei Qin couldn’t even imagine the sight of herself, disrobed, holding Little Radish to breastfeed, but now that she had given birth to Little Radish, it all seemed normal; it was her own child, of course she would feed her!

However, Pei Qin didn’t allow the nickname Little Radish to stick, and Old Scholar Fang gave her a pet name, Jiujiu, leaving the formal name to Mo Heng.

Because she was born on the Double Ninth Festival, everyone took to this pet name, which was certainly better than Little Radish.

"A baby girl being called Little Radish sounds too unsightly! Next time you have a son, you can call him Little Radish!" Grandma Fang held the child dearly, cooing "Jiujiu, Jiujiu".