Feng Teng grinned, saying, “I told you, as long as I am sincere, she will definitely soften. Remember the letter I wrote? All the ink I’ve used in my life was squeezed into that letter, and it would be strange if she wasn’t moved.”
Wei Luo remained noncommittal, his expression cold.
Noticing the icy demeanor, Feng Teng’s heart stirred. He understood why the third madam hadn’t dared to inform the third master. With such a cold and heartless man, which young wife would dare to expose the scandal of her natal family?
The third lady had been kind to Qiuniang. Therefore, Feng Teng accepted the love and vowed not to cause trouble for Elder Yin. Still, he harbored the intention to teach Yin Wen a lesson sooner or later.
During lunch, Feng Teng leaned over to Wei Luo’s side, unable to contain his happiness. Whether Wei Luo liked to listen or not, he was determined to share the story of how he won the heart of his beloved once again.
At that moment, Chang Feng rushed over, his excitement mingling with nervousness, “Third Master, the mansion just sent someone to report that Madam is about to give birth!”
Before Feng Teng realized it, he had disappeared.
Observing the food Wei Luo had just eaten, Feng Teng placed it in front of him and muttered to himself, “Isn’t it just becoming a father? It’s not his first time. Why the rush?”
In the Yan Palace, only an hour had passed since Chengxin Hall dispatched someone to inform Wei Luo, who hurried back riding his white-hoofed crow.
Yin Hui, experiencing abdominal pain but not yet ready to deliver, strolled around the yard supported by the midwife, accompanied by Mrs. Wen, Xu Qingwan, and Ji Xianxian.
Wei Luo paced around the corridor. Upon seeing Xu Qingwan and the others, he subconsciously slowed down, his face devoid of urgency.
“Mother, sisters-in-law,” he greeted each one.
Xu Qingwan smiled, saying, “Third Master, go take her. Let’s go ahead and wait for the news.”
Mrs. Wen chimed in wittily, “I’ll accompany you.”
The midwife and others also retreated from the delivery room, leaving Wei Luo to assist Yin Hui as they walked slowly.
As labor pains came and went, Yin Hui stopped, gripping Wei Luo’s arm while enduring the discomfort.
Wei Luo noticed beads of sweat on Yin Hui’s forehead.
“Do you want to enter the delivery room?” He asked.
Yin Hui replied, “Wait a little longer.”
After walking for more than a quarter of an hour, the sensation seemed almost the same. Yin Hui suddenly gazed at Wei Luo, her eyes filled with grievance and unwillingness. “If anything happens to me, when the two children are grown up, you can marry…”
Pregnancy brought expectations, and raising a child brought happiness, but the worry set in when the child was born.
Rebirth had unveiled many events from her past life, but details about the second child in her belly were not included.
Before Yin Hui could finish speaking, Wei Luo cut in with a cold voice, “Don’t think too much.”
At this moment, he was assertive, even aggressive, causing tears to well up in Yin Hui’s eyes.
Observing her distress, Wei Luo pursed his lips, turned away from the delivery room, and embraced her. He stroked the back of her head with one hand and reassured, “Xiao Heng was so big, but you had a normal childbirth. This time, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Yin Hui stubbornly voiced her concerns, “What if? Promise me first that you won’t marry too early.”
Wei Luo gently touched her hair, “There’s no chance. You’ll be fine. I have you, so there’s no need to marry.”
Yin Hui gritted her teeth and refrained from uttering any more ominous words.
Two midwives approached and assisted her into the delivery room.
Yin Hui lay on the delivery bed, enduring the growing pains while reminiscing about her previous experience.
Just as she was lost in thought, the midwife suddenly spoke cheerfully, “It’s fully opened, Madam. Keep pushing!”
Yin Hui was stunned. So fast? Xiao Heng had subjected her to a day and night of torment in the past.
Outside, Wei Luo looked at the closed window of the delivery room, and in his mind was also the scene when she gave birth to Xiao Heng.
Mrs. Wen came over at some time, stood beside her son, and said softly, “Don’t worry, Ah Hui has already given birth once, so the second time will be much smoother.”
Wei Luo didn’t accept any false words and changed the subject, “Where’s Xiao Heng?”
Mrs. Wen: “The wet nurse took him to play in the garden.”
Wei Luo nodded, walked to the side, and sat by himself. No matter what his mother was saying at that time, he didn’t want to listen.
As the wind passed through the corridor, Wei Luo remembered her teary eyes, and was so afraid.
Wei Luo secretly clenched his palms tightly.
There was a sudden commotion in the delivery room, and Wei Luo turned his head abruptly.
Mrs. Wen was close and could hear clearly, and said happily, “I’ve had a baby. Let me tell you, the second time is much faster than the first time!”
Wei Luo smiled.
After waiting for another half an hour, the midwife’s laughter came from inside, followed by a loud cry of the baby.
It was a boy. Xiao Heng got a new younger brother!