Although he already had a child.
But this was his first time experiencing Lin Xinlan giving birth.
He used to think that pregnancy was a very easy thing for women, as simple as having a meal.
But seeing Lin Xinlan’s swollen body, seeing her struggling to walk clumsily, and then seeing her having trouble sleeping at night, looking extremely painful, he realized how truly difficult pregnancy is for women.
No wonder people say mothers are great.
Because just going through the ten months of pregnancy is already quite a hardship, enough to earn admiration.
Rong Shaoze felt very sorry for Lin Xinlan.
He wanted to share some of her pain from pregnancy, but aside from taking care of her diligently, there was nothing else he could do.
When she felt uncomfortable, he couldn’t share her discomfort.
For the first time, he felt that as a man, he was really useless.
The spring weather was very bright, the fine sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the bedroom, creating shifting shadows.
Lin Xinlan was lying on the bed, leaning against the headboard, carefully flipping through a novel in her hand.
Rong Shaoze pushed the door open and entered, carrying a cup of hot milk.
He walked over and took the book from her hand, handed her the milk, "Don’t read too much, be careful not to tire yourself."
Lin Xinlan took the cup, holding it with both hands. The glass cup had the warmth of the milk and the residual warmth from Rong Shaoze’s hands.
"I won’t get tired, I have nothing to do anyway." She took a sip of milk and instantly narrowed her eyes comfortably.
On the wall opposite her, there was a framed piece of cross-stitching, a work she and Rong Shaoze had completed together.
Once, Xu Yao and Tao Hua came to visit.
At that time, Rong Shaoze had just had the cross-stitch framed and delivered.
When they heard that the cross-stitch was completed by Rong Shaoze and Lin Xinlan together, they were very surprised.
Xu Yao joked that Rong Shaoze must be giving up his weapons to hold a needle henceforth.
Tao Hua laughed non-stop, saying he was willing to pay a high price to buy the cross-stitch, wanting to auction it off. After all, something stitched by Rong Shaoze must sell for a good amount of money.
Rong Shaoze, however, remained calm, his beautiful, long phoenix eyes half-closed, with undisguised happiness at the corners.
Xu Yao and Tao Hua both felt like hitting him.
Tao Hua loudly retorted, "It’s just cross-stitching with your wife, what’s there to be proud of."
"When we have wives, we’ll stitch something bigger, as big as a wall, just to make him jealous!"
Thinking about that scene, Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but smile as her lips curled up.
"What are you thinking, smiling so happily?" Rong Shaoze leaned next to her, reaching out to massage her shoulders.
Lin Xinlan withdrew her thoughts, finished the milk, and the man took the cup and placed it on the bedside table.
"Massage my legs, please. Sitting for hours without moving makes them feel numb."
Rong Shaoze looked at her with concern, complaining, "Why didn’t you call me earlier to help with the massage?"
He stood up, stretched his long, beautiful hands under the blanket, skillfully and gently massaging her legs.
Lin Xinlan’s body was originally very slim.
After becoming pregnant, with supplements, tasty food, and various nutrients, her body still did not gain much weight.
Even now with the swelling, her legs weren’t very thick. Rong Shaoze, gripping that bit of flesh, felt even more sorry for her.
He lowered his eyes, his finely chiseled side profile exceptionally handsome: "After this child is born, we won’t have another. If I’d known pregnancy was so torturous, I wouldn’t have let you have a second child."