My Dangerous Billionaire Husband - Chapter 296

Chapter 296: 7.3 Pounds; Both Mother And Child Are Healthy

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

Inside the hospital

 Both Lu Dinghua and Ning Zhenguo rushed over. The doctor and nurses all pushed Ning Qing into the labour suite and said, “Sorry, there are too many people here. You all cannot be inside. There can only be one person maximum”

 “One person?” Song Yajing said, then continued, “Shaoming, you….”

 Lu Shaoming had already made his way in.

 …

 Inside the delivery suite

 Ning Qing was lying on the operating table, her face was pale white, and because of the vigorous pain, her entire forehead was covered in sweat, and her hair was messily stuck to the side of her cheeks.

 The doctor said, “New mom, relax, and take a deep breath in. Breath in. Use your strength…”

 “Ah!” Ning Qing’s two small hands were firmly holding onto the bed sheets. She was using all of her strength to no avail. Tears trickled down her face, and she said, “It hurts so much! it hurts so much…”

 “Wifey.” Lu Shaoming put on protective gear, and he quickly ran over. He bent down and held onto Ning Qing’s small hand while giving her a kiss. “Wifey, don’t be afraid. Listen to the doctor’s instructions. Little Young Master Lu will be here in a moment.”

 Ning Qing had never experienced this type of pain. It turned out that giving birth is a painful process. She cried while shaking her head. “Hubby, it’s not possible. I can’t… It hurts! It really hurts…”

 Lu Shaoming looked at her small, tear filled face, and he pitied her greatly. He comforted her gently. “Wifey, be good. Press on for a little while longer. Think about our little Young Master Lu.”

 Little Young Master Lu?

 Ning Qing clenched her teeth and exerted her strength.

 Surprised, the doctor exclaimed, “New mommy, you are doing well. Use your strength; we already can see the baby’s head!”

 Lu Shaoming caressed Ning Qing’s forehead and said, “Wifey, did you hear that? Little Young Master Lu’s head is already out. Wifey, keep pushing. Once you’re done, it won’t hurt anymore.”

 Ning Qing bit down on her lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood. Lu Shaoming looked on and quickly kissed her. “Wifey, let go. Don’t hurt yourself. If you want to bite something, then bite me instead.”

 The doctor saw that the pregnant lady was already exerting her strength, and if she gave another push, the baby would definitely be out. But the pregnant woman’s entire body softened, and she did not have any strength.

 The doctor found this odd. He glanced over and he said angrily, “Sir, you cannot kiss her now. Didn’t you see that when you kiss your wife, she softens up? How can she give birth to the child like this?”

 The doctors and nurses in the room all laughed.

 “Sorry, sorry.” Lu Shaoming quickly left Ning Qing’s lips. He swallowed his saliva, and he was panting as he looked on. He did not have any experience with this, and when he saw her in pain, he just wanted to kiss her.

 He did not know that giving birth to a child would make her suffer this much. She was only a 21 year old girl, after all.

 Ning Qing looked at the man’s awkward expression and suddenly had a smile on her small face.

 At this moment, a wave of painful contractions came. “Ah!” she bellowed out while her two hands were clenched onto the bed sheets as she used all of her strength….

 “Wa wa….” The ear piercing cries of a baby rang out in the air.

 Lu Shaoming stood up slowly and turned his gaze to look.

 It was 5 o’clock in the afternoon. The faint glow of the sunset filtered through the window, showering them in a sea of warm gold hues. He could only see the doctor carrying a baby over. “Sir, congratulations. It is a son, 7.3 pounds; both mother and son are healthy.”

 It was a son…

 At the start, there was one voice ringing in Lu Shaoming’s ears, then numerous voices, and after that, the entire world was telling him, “Lu Shaoming, you have a son.”

 The doctor handed the baby over. Lu Shaoming stretched out his hand to receive him. It was such a tiny bundle; he was like a tiny dot…

 Lu Shaoming carried the baby in front of Ning Qing. He bent down and gave her a look. Now that he could kiss her, he kissed her forehead lightly and said, “Wifey, look! This is the little Young Master Lu that you’ve given birth to for me. Our Little Young Master Lu…”

 Ning Qing’s entire body was covered with sweat. She stretched out her hand to touch the baby’s face. He was great. He was their Little Young Master Lu.

 Ning Qing closed her eyes.

 Lu Shaoming looked at Ning Qing close her eyes, and his expression changed. “Ning Qing, Ning…”

 “Sir,” the doctor said quickly. “Don’t be nervous sir. The new mother is very fatigued at this moment. She is asleep now, so we must let the new mother have some rest. Don’t disturb her.”

 Lu Shaoming was still worried, he stretched out his hand to touch Ning Qing’s small face. “Is she really sleeping?”

 The doctor laughed and said, “Sir, you do not need to worry. She really is just sleeping.”

 “Okay.” Lu Shaoming nodded his head.

 …

 Inside the hospital ward

 Lu Dinghua, Song Yajing, Yue Wanqing, and Ning Zhenguo were all gathered beside the stroller. “Everyone look at Little Young Master Lu, his features look like Shaoming’s, but his eyes and lips are like our Qingqing.”

 “Haha, that’s right. The genes that Mummy and Daddy passed down are so good. Little Young Master Lu is guaranteed to be a handsome little fella.” The grandparents were chatting merrily.

 At that moment, Lu Shaoming was lying on the wall. One of his hands was in his pocket. He looked through the tiny gap into the stroller. The mustard-yellow blanket was wrapped around Little Young Master Lu. Little Young Master Lu’s hair was black and full, like his mother’s dark locks. Only because he was so tiny, his skin was red and wrinkly. He slept from the moment he was born, and he did not open his eyes. How could they tell who he resembled? The grandparents were talking nonsense.

 At this moment, a doctor that passed by the corridor. Lu Shaoming quickly asked, “Doctor, how come my wife is still not awake? She has been asleep for 2 hours already.”

 The doctor gave a helpless smile. In the span of these two hours, this Young Master Lu had asked this same question several times.

 He was way too nervous.

 The doctor said, “Mr. Lu, the new mother is really just asleep. If you are really worried about her, you can wake the new mother up.”

 Wake her up?

 Lu Shaoming looked towards the hospital bed. Little Young Master Lu had just been born. She did not have that round stomach anymore. She was thin and frail as she slept on the bed. She was much like Little Young Master Lu; they were both tiny bundles.

 Her long lashes that were like a butterfly’s wings were resting quietly. Her small gentle face had a good complexion. It was fair with a healthy, radiant red to it. There were circles of fatigue below her eyes.

 Lu Shaoming shook his head. Although he was worried, he chose not to wake her up.

 He could not bear to.

 At this moment, Song Yajing laughed and said, “Shaoming, Qingqing used up all of her energy when she gave birth to Little Young Master Lu. She needs her rest. Don’t be too nervous, no one is snatching your wife away from you.”

 Lu Dinghua had a glance at his own son. “Shaoming, come over to look at Little Young Master Lu. Don’t keep staring at Ning Qing. Ning Qing will wake up.”

 Yue Wanqing and Ning Zhenguo looked at their son in law focused fully on their daughter. They both smiled. The two had a good relationship, and they, as parents, were happy to see that.

 At this moment, with a groan, Ning Qing, who was on the bed, moved. She opened her eyes slowly.

 Lu Shaoming froze entirely. Both his eyes were shining bright, and he stepped forward.

 But it was of no use, someone was faster than him. The grandparents who had asked him not to be nervous all crowded the side of the bed and swarmed around Ning Qing.

 Lu Shaoming: “…”

 Yue Wanqing helped Ning Qing sit up, then placed a soft pillow underneath her. “Qingqing, how do you feel? Are you in any pain?”

 Ning Qing shook her head and said, “Mum, I am not in pain…”

 As she spoke, Lu Shaoming saw her eyes move. She was searching for someone in the ward.

 He curled his lips into a smile and was ready to step forward.

 However: “Mum, where is Little Young Master Lu?”

 Lu Shaoming: “…”

 The confinement nanny pushed the crib in front of Ning Qing and said, “Madam, Little Young Master Lu is here.”

 The four people gave way, and Ning Qing moved the bed a little. She was wearing a pink maternity shirt. She bent down and grabbed Little Young Master Lu’s small hand underneath of the mustard yellow blanket, and she placed it at the side of her lips to kiss. The new mother’s voice was soft and gentle as she said, “Hi, Little Young Master Lu! You are finally here. Mama loves you.”

 Lu Shaoming felt his entire body go soft. His blood was boiling, but he was unable to gather any strength. He could not tell what he was feeling. There was only his wife and his son in his heart.

 The confinement nanny asked, “Madam, are you planning to breastfeed?”

 Ning Qing nodded her head without hesitation and said, “Yes.”

 “Alright then, Madam has just woken up, have some noodles first. We will try feeding Little Young Master Lu milk later,” the confinement nanny said professionally.

 At this moment, Yue Wanqing opened the thermos and said, “Qingqing, you have just given birth. Have some red sugar noodles.”

 Ning Qing went to take the chopsticks and said, “Mum, I can feed myself.”

 “Qingqing, it would better for Mum to feed you. From now onwards, you are in confinement. In this one month, you need to take care of yourself. Women are the most weak during confinement. If you do not take caution, you will end up with confinement illnesses.”

 “Mum, I got it.” Ning Qing nodded her head.

 With her chopsticks, Yue Wanqing picked some noodles to place it by Ning Qing’s lips. Ning Qing did not eat it, and she was gazing sideways to look at Lu Shaoming. From the moment she awoke, the lanky man had stood there.

 He removed his thin coat, revealing his grey striped shirt and black trousers. At this moment, he had one hand inside his pocket, making him appear especially handsome and stately.

 Lu Shaoming saw her looking towards him. His heart that was previously strained from being ignored regained consciousness immediately, and his gaze was bright as he looked back at her.

 She was reflected in his deep, bright eyes..

 Sometimes, some words did not need to be spoken. An expression with the eyes was enough.

 Ning Qing’s small face was red. She opened her mouth to have a small bite of noodles, then lowered her gaze to eat.

 Yue Wanqing saw her daughter’s shy expression. She could not help but laugh and say, “Daughters are really gone once they are old. She has barely looked at me. Instead, she is looking at her husband.”

 Song Yajing continued, “That’s right, my son hasn’t even looked at his own son! His entire heart is set on his wife.”

 Everyone broke out into laughter.

 “Mum, you are not allowed to laugh at me!” Ning Qing lifted her eyes to look at them, displeased.

 Lu Shaoming leaned against the wall. The group of people were chatting happily, and even his mother, who was normally serious as far as he was concerned, had changed completely. An amber light that shone through the room, and he felt a warmth that he had never experienced before.

 Yue Wanqing stood up and passed the thermos over to Lu Shaoming. “Shaoming, come feed Qingqing. I will go back to make some soup for Qingqing.”

 Ning Qing stretched out her finger to tug onto the tip of her mother’s shirt, and she lifted her eyes shyly, “Mum.”

 Song Yajing covered her mouth and laughed sneakily, “Qingqing, you are just too much. What is wrong with Shaoming feeding you? Now that you have given birth to Little Young Master Lu, why are being even more shy now?”

Ning Qing was shy and unable to respond.

 “Mum!” Lu Shaoming walked forward and received the thermos flask from Yue Wanqing’s hand. He frowned while looking at Song Yajing, meaning — Don’t say so much.

 Song Yajing was delighted. Lu Dinghua interrupted, saying, “Look at this fella fending for the weaker side.”

 Lu Shaoming did not bother with them. He sat on the bed and looked at the girl. Her locks were spread messily, and there were a few strands of hair stuck on her elegant neck. Her beautiful, small, white face was pinkish-red. Maybe it was because she had expended a lot of energy giving birth to a child. Her entire being was frail yet beautiful. Her frail shoulders below her pink maternity shirt made the man cherish and love her even more.