How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 402 - 404: Born _1

Li Qiao found out that Dong Lamei had been beaten and injured two days later.

Feng Fugui was the one who told her. He had quarreled with his parents at home for three days. Unable to bear it, he packed up with his spouse and child and went with him to Beijing.

Mrs. Feng learned that Li Qiao was about to give birth and couldn’t believe it, "You didn’t look pregnant at all during the New Year, and even now, it’s just your belly that’s gotten bigger. How could you be about to give birth? Are you going to do the full-moon celebration back in the village?"

"We’ll do it in Beijing," Li Qiao said. There were not many relatives in the village, and her family didn’t keep in touch.

But she had more friends in Beijing, and most of those who followed Qin Jin had also gone there.

It would be livelier to have it done there.

Mrs. Feng chatted with Old Mrs. Qin for a bit before leaving.

Old Mrs. Qin walked them to the door, then said to Li Qiao, "Your stepmother must have offended someone to have gotten her leg broken." It couldn’t have been Jin, could it? But then again, that seemed impossible. Most of the thugs had gone to Beijing to run errands with him, so who would have time to beat someone? "Should we let them know about the childbirth?"

"No need to tell them. She’s not my real mother. Why should I care? From now on, the only family I have is you, Jin, and the child in my belly," Li Qiao said. Even her sisters would have to take a back seat.

Old Mrs. Qin’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Eh."

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On the fifteenth of July.

Qin Jin returned, and the following day he was ready to take her to the hospital to await childbirth.

As she was packing her things, Li Qiao felt a slight crack coming from somewhere inside her body, followed by a little pain in her belly. Luckily, it was bearable. After entering the hospital and breaking out in a sweat on her forehead, she felt a warm flow moving downward as she walked.

Qin Jin noticed her pallor, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"My belly hurts."

"Why didn’t you say your belly was hurting earlier?" Qin Jin hung the maternity bag on his arm, abandoned the bicycle, and carried her into the hospital, calling for the doctor.

The doctor wasn’t in a hurry, "Don’t worry, she’s not going to give birth right away."

When asked if he knew how to read, Qin Jin gave an affirmative answer; so the doctor tasked him with filling out the forms and paying the fees.

Qin Jin’s hands trembled, but Li Qiao snatched the pen and filled out the forms despite the abdominal pain.

Qin Jin said shamefacedly, "I’ll go pay."

After Qin Jin paid, Li Qiao had finished the forms, and she was led by a nurse into the ward.

There were three beds, two of which were occupied by pregnant women enduring contractions.

Qin Jin asked, "Isn’t there a private room?"

"Private room? You think this is a guest house?"

Qin Jin: "...."

After Li Qiao lay down, her belly didn’t hurt as much. She said, "Jin, hospitals are like this, it’s busier with more people around. I feel like having some fruit now."

"I’ll go buy some for you right now." Qin Jin went out, and upon seeing the bike on the ground, he remembered it was his doing. He picked it up, bought grapes and apples from a fruit stand, and when he returned, he locked the bike and found a place to wash the fruit before returning to the ward.

Li Qiao ate a big bunch of grapes and finished an apple, feeling refreshed all over. Just as she threw away the core, her belly began to hurt again, intensely. She said through tears, "I feel like I’m going to give birth, I can’t take it anymore."

Qin Jin called for the doctor again.

The doctor came to check and indeed, she was close to giving birth. "Unexpected that your first childbirth would be this quick; most have to be tormented for a whole day before they can go into the delivery room."

.....

Li Qiao was wheeled into the delivery room.

Qin Jin also wanted to enter but was stopped, "Gentlemen are not allowed in."

Qin Jin protested, "There’s only my wife giving birth in there, what could possibly go wrong if I go in?" He forcibly squeezed in to accompany her for the birth.

Li Qiao shouted loudly, "It hurts to death, I’m going to die."

Qin Jin held her hand, "You can’t die. If you die, I die."

"Stop it, who dies from giving birth?" The doctor rolled his eyes and directed the nurses assisting with the birth to close the door.

The delivering doctor told Li Qiao to push hard.

"It’s too painful, I can’t push. Wuuuu...." Li Qiao’s belly hurt, her head ached, and her ears were buzzing.

She felt something dripping onto her face.

She looked up.

Qin Jin’s eyes were red, tearful, and his eyelashes wet.

She suddenly found it amusing; she was the one in pain from childbirth, yet he was the one crying.

"I can see the head."

The excited nurse assisting with the delivery announced.

The doctor encouraged Li Qiao to push again.

Li Qiao clenched her fists and listened to the doctor. Soon after, she felt a release in her belly, followed immediately by the baby’s cries.

"It’s a big fat boy, six pounds and eight ounces," a nurse said.

Qin Jin: "Impossible! It’s clearly a daughter."

"What do you mean impossible? Your wife is the only one giving birth here! Other people would be grinning ear to ear hearing it’s a son, yet you say impossible." The nurse quickly wrapped the baby and put him in Qin Jin’s arms.

The baby’s eyes were open, looking at him with a blank expression.

Qin Jin: "How is this supposed to look like a person?"

The doctors and nurses laughed.

What else but a person is he supposed to look like?

I’ve never seen such a foolish father.

"Hurry and show your wife."

Qin Jin brought the baby closer to Li Qiao.

Li Qiao turned to look. The baby’s skin was reddish, hair pitch black, eyes not too big, nor too small, eyelids swollen, without eyelashes, but when gazing at Li Qiao, his pupils shone brightly.

Li Qiao liked the baby a lot. She intuitively knew it was the little boy from her dreams.

Qin Jin: "His eyes weren’t so bright when he looked at me, but they change when he sees you. Why is that?"

Li Qiao: "Because I was chosen by him to be his mother, not you." She didn’t suffer much giving birth to him.

She remembered how Peng Chunhua was in pain almost all night long.

Was she in the hospital for even two hours?

He came to repay a debt.

Qin Jin: "...." What does that mean?

......

The doctor finished cleaning Li Qiao’s wound and told her to dress and return to her room on her own.

Qin Jin put the baby down, ready to help her.

Li Qiao: "You hold the baby, and I’ll get down and walk slowly by myself." Anything else can be casually set aside, but not the baby.

Especially a son.

These days, a son is a treasure. If you let go and someone steals him, where would you find him?

Her legs felt a bit weak as she touched the ground.

Qin Jin held the baby with one hand and embraced her with the other, walking slowly back to the room.

The people in the ward were especially curious:

"You gave birth so quickly, not even half an hour total. Is it a boy or a girl?"

Li Qiao weakly replied: "A boy."

"Oh, you’ve gotten off to a good start! I hope my own will also be a boy."

"....."

Qin Jin placed the baby beside Li Qiao, ready to go home and inform Old Mrs. Qin. He also planned to bring back formula and bottles.

Li Qiao felt uneasy: "Jin, don’t go. Stay with me and the baby."

"I’ll be back in a moment."

Li Qiao: "Still, don’t go."

Qin Jin had no choice but to sit down and keep Li Qiao company.

About two hours later, Old Mrs. Qin arrived by herself, bringing clothes, bottles, and other items she hadn’t brought before. She said, somewhat surprised: "You gave birth so quickly? Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A boy," Qin Jin said.

Old Mrs. Qin: "Ancestors be blessed, a boy is good. Boys are tough and easier to raise. Even if he doesn’t study, it’s okay. A girl, on the other hand, takes too much effort." If she ends up well-bred, marrying someone like her grandson, it would just distress the whole family.

An elderly lady nearby said: "Boys need to study to guard the home. Girls are raised for someone else’s family; their elbows turn outward."

Old Mrs. Qin: "Are you talking about your own situation?"

The other person: "...."

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