The repeated cries tore at his heart.

Nan Baihao saw him staring wearily at the delivery room, sitting there as if he had been drained, and walked over teasingly, "Brother, hold on, it’s really not that scary. Women don’t have any problems giving birth."

Yan Fengchi glanced at him without responding.

How could it be nothing? His heart was about to leap out of his throat. If he had known that childbirth would cause the always strong Luo Xi to scream like this, he would have preferred never to have children in his life.

Don’t blame him for lacking fatherly love; he hadn’t even seen the little guy, so how could it compare to his deeply beloved wife? At this moment, he was about to resent the child to death. If it’s coming out, just hurry up!

Nan Baihao continued to chatter on the side, "Back when Huanhuan was giving birth, she was premature, and we were even in the car, bumpy all the way, and someone was chasing us, haha! But my wife still gave me a fair, plump son, all fine. Huanhuan, isn’t that right?"

Huanhuan noticed Yan Fengchi’s pale face and immediately echoed her husband, "Yes, giving birth is like pooping, very easy."

Chenxing secretly pinched her, "What kind of analogy is that?"

"I’m telling the truth," Huanhuan said.

Chenxing didn’t expose her lies, just comforted Yan Fengchi, "Brother Fengchi, hang in there. Cousin will be fine. All childbirth involves a bit of suffering."

Just at this moment, a sudden "wah-wah" of crying sounded, and instantly Yan Fengchi stood up, rushing to the operating room door.

The crying grew louder and louder.

Only then did Chenxing suddenly react, "Born!"

"Yes, born! My goddaughter is here!" Wen Jingru said.

Huanhuan jumped up, "What do you mean your goddaughter, clearly it’s my goddaughter."

"Both of you are shameless." Chenxing laughed on the side, "It’s my niece, not your goddaughter."

After a while, with a creak, a nurse came out of the operating room, wearing a mask and holding a newborn, her face full of congratulatory smiles, "Congratulations Young Master Yan, it’s a little princess."

"It’s really a little princess, haha!"

"So wrinkled." Nan Baihao had just finished speaking when he encountered Yan Fengchi’s fierce glare, and immediately closed his mouth wisely, thinking to add, "When Wubai was just born, he was wrinkled too, but he looked good after a couple of days."

Yan Fengchi’s arms trembled as he took the child from the nurse. After crying a few times, the baby was now quietly sleeping, very small and fragile. Yan Fengchi held her as if he didn’t dare to overlook anything, his arms stiff with tension. Chenxing laughed beside him, saying, "When Wubai was born, Shaocheng was more awkward than Brother Fengchi, he didn’t dare to hold him, looked like the sky was falling."

Gu Shaocheng and Bai Wuqing had been quietly smoking and chatting on the side. Hearing Chenxing’s words, Gu Shaocheng gave her a quick look, and Chenxing stuck her tongue out at him. Gu Shaocheng shook his head, then returned his gaze, continuing to chat with Bai Wuqing.

"How is my wife?" Yan Fengchi asked the nurse as he held his daughter. The nurse’s voice was particularly pleasant, "Mother and child are safe, Young Master Yan, rest assured."

Yan Fengchi nodded, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, thank you!"

However, until Luo Xi came out, he couldn’t truly relax.