Chapter 466: You Are the Greatest Contributor to the Mo Family

Chapter 466: You Are the Greatest Contributor to the Mo Family

Mo Jiuye gently patted her. "Okay, we're not having any more children in the future."

Midwife Zhao overheard the conversation between the young couple. Though she shouldn't have intervened, she couldn't help herself.

"In our Great Shun Dynasty, having many children and grandchildren is highly valued. You're both young and good-looking; the babies you have will definitely be healthy and plump. Why not have more?"

"No more!"

"I’d rather die than have another!"

The couple almost spoke in unison.

He Zhiran was tormented by the pain, and Mo Jiuye’s heart ached at the thought of his wife suffering like this.

Midwife Zhao, seeing their attitude, immediately shut her mouth.

However, she inwardly doubted. She had seen many women say such things, only to end up having more children later.

To her, childbirth was like forgetting the pain once it had healed. Why would one not have more children?

Despite her skepticism, Midwife Zhao remained vigilant and closely monitored He Zhiran’s condition.

As He Zhiran was overwhelmed by the pain, Midwife Zhao finally spoke.

"Quick, prepare. She’s about to give birth."

Hearing Midwife Zhao's words, Mo Jiuye immediately asked, "Auntie, what do I need to do now?"

Midwife Zhao looked at his hand, which was still being held by He Zhiran.

"Stand above her head so she can hold onto you. This will make it easier for her to exert force."

With the husband present to assist, Midwife Zhao was spared the trouble of finding a support point for He Zhiran to push against.

Mo Jiuye complied and positioned himself.

"Ran Ran, hold onto me. Hold as tight as you need to, as long as it helps you."

He Zhiran cooperated fully, gripping Mo Jiuye’s arm tightly, hoping the baby would come out soon to reduce her suffering.

Midwife Zhao was very skilled at delivery. She quickly prepared the tools she needed.

She examined beneath He Zhiran and then said, "Follow my instructions and push when I say to."

He Zhiran nodded with difficulty...

Shortly after, a loud cry filled the room.

Midwife Zhao quickly wrapped the baby in a prepared small blanket and placed it in Mo Jiuye’s arms.

"Congratulations, it’s a boy."

Mo Jiuye was a bit dazed by the unexpected bundle in his arms.

Seeing this, Midwife Zhao couldn’t help but tease, "Are you so happy to hear it’s a son that you’re stunned?"

Before Mo Jiuye could react, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Mrs. He and Elder Mo rushed in together.

Although the baby's cry wasn't very loud, it was still clearly heard outside.

How could these two women, one a grandmother and the other a grandmother-to-be, not be anxious?

However, instead of looking at the baby first, they approached He Zhiran.

At this moment, He Zhiran's face was wet, and her disheveled hair stuck to her pale cheeks, giving her a disheveled appearance.

Mrs. He's eyes filled with heartache.

She took He Zhiran's hand.

"Ran Ran, you've worked so hard. The midwife said you gave birth to a son. Just hold on a little longer. When the other little one comes out, the pain will be over."

Elder Mo's eyes also involuntarily welled up with tears.

"Ran Ran, you've worked hard. You are a hero of the Mo Family."

Her words weren't due to any preference for boys.

This was a sincere and unrehearsed statement from Elder Mo.

There were nine sons in the Mo Family, each marrying a wife. Ever since Mo Junrui's wedding, Elder Mo had been waiting for over ten years for a grandchild.

Now that there was finally a little grandson, how could she not be excited?

Having just delivered one baby, although the pain in her abdomen hadn't fully subsided, her body felt a little lighter, making her more comfortable.

She didn't want to talk at all at the moment. After using so much energy to deliver the first baby, she hoped to recover quickly through self-regulation.

Midwife Zhao, seeing the two older women constantly surrounding the mother without anyone checking on the chubby baby, couldn't help but remind them:

"This baby is chubby and fair, aren't you going to take a look?"

It was unusual. When she delivered babies at other households, as soon as a healthy baby was born, everyone would rush to see the baby.

But here in the Mo Family, everyone was concerned about the mother, and no one mentioned going to see the baby.

At this moment, Mo Jiuya also came to his senses. He was still holding his son in his arms.

However, the baby was tiny. Mo Jiuya was frozen, afraid that if he moved too much, he might injure the baby.

"Mom, Mother-in-law, please take the baby."

He wanted to look at the baby but didn't dare to move.

Seeing her son's stiff posture, Elder Mo was reminded of the time when she gave birth to Mo Junrui.

Back then, Mo Junrui had no experience holding a newborn. When the midwife gave the baby to him, he stood there like a statue, not daring to move a muscle.

Elder Mo, quicker than Mrs. He, stepped forward and took the baby from Mo Jiuya's arms.

Mrs. He, on the other hand, gently lifted a corner of the blanket.

At that moment, both women's lips curved into wide smiles.

"Mother-in-law, my little grandson is really pale."

Mrs. He joyfully agreed, "Yes, other babies are born red and flushed, but this child is pale and clean."

"Look at those eyebrows and eyes, he resembles **Jiuye** very much," Mrs. He said.

"You didn't see **Jiuye** when he was a child, this father and son look as if they were carved from the same mold," Mrs. Mo replied.

Hearing their conversation, **He Zhiran** temporarily ignored the pain in her body.

"Mother, bring the child over so I can see him."

She wanted to see her son, the one she had carried for ten long months and endured so much to give birth to.

Mrs. Mo walked to the bedside, turning the baby’s face toward **He Zhiran**.

"Ran Ran, look, doesn’t he look just like **Jiuye**?"

The little baby had only cried a few times shortly after birth, and after being wrapped in a blanket by the midwife, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The baby's chubby little face was pale with a hint of red, his tiny mouth puckered as if forming bubbles.

He is truly adorable, **He Zhiran** thought he was the cutest baby she had ever seen.

A deep maternal love welled up in her, and if she were able to do so now, she would have loved to hold and kiss her little one.

Just as she was looking at her son with loving eyes, a sharp pain in her lower abdomen hit her again.

Caught by surprise, **He Zhiran** furrowed her brow and let out a soft moan.

**Mo Jiuya**, who had also been eager to see their son, immediately stopped thinking about the baby when he heard **He Zhiran's** sound of pain. He rushed forward and took her hand.

"Ran Ran, are you in pain again, Ran Ran?"