Seeing Shu Ran, Qin Suxin felt relieved.
Who else could care for her better than her own parents?
Qin Suxin straightforwardly took out a card and handed it to Shen Zhaozhao, indicating that if she wasn’t going to take care of her, she’d pay. She offered to cover the nutrition and check-up expenses during pregnancy, as well as the cost of the maternity center.
Shen Zhaozhao naturally refused to accept it, she now had a house and savings, and also held Sheng Chuyi’s card—a proper little rich woman, she didn’t need anyone else’s money.
One insisted on giving, the other on not receiving; in the end, it was Sheng Chuyi who spoke, "Mom, we’re married now, taking care of Zhaozhao is my responsibility. We can’t accept this money, please take it back."
"Alright then, I’ll keep the money for now. When my grandson or granddaughter comes, I’ll spend it on them," Qin Suxin finally gave in.
Under the care of Daddy Zhaozhao and Zhaozhao’s mother, Shen Zhaozhao’s belly grew larger by the day.
Especially after entering the expected delivery period, everyone was extremely nervous.
In late August, Shen Zhaozhao was halfway through eating a watermelon when she suddenly went into labor. After enduring a day and a night of pain, she finally gave birth to a seven-pound little chubby girl in the early morning.
Shen Zhaozhao had never suffered so much in her life. When she came out of the delivery room, her voice was hoarse from yelling.
"Wife, you’ve worked hard!" Sheng Chuyi kissed her forehead.
Shen Zhaozhao looked at him with a resentful expression, her hoarse voice saying, "I never want to give birth again."
"Okay!" Sheng Chuyi said with a face full of pity and indulgence, "We won’t have any more kids."
"By the way, where’s the baby?" Shen Zhaozhao started looking for the child.
"Don’t move around, I’ll bring her to you!" Sheng Chuyi brought the little girl from the baby crib to Shen Zhaozhao.
Shen Zhaozhao took one glance and widened her eyes, her expression beyond words.
How could this be so different from what she had imagined?
"What’s with that expression?" Sheng Chuyi was amused.
"Why does she look ?" Shen Zhaozhao had some trouble accepting it. Yiyi was so good-looking, and she herself wasn’t ugly. Why did the baby look so unattractive?
All wrinkled and not pretty at all.
Hearing her, Zhaozhao’s mother glared at her: "What’s with talking about your own child like that? You were even uglier when you were born, and I didn’t complain about you. And what do you mean she’s ugly? Look at that little nose and big eyes; she’s cute."
Shen Zhaozhao looked back and forth, really couldn’t see where the cuteness was.
Moreover, the baby hadn’t even opened her eyes yet, and her mother had already predicted big eyes – quite impressive.
Qin Suxin also explained with a smile, "Babies all look when they’re just born. They’ll get prettier as they grow."
Shen Zhaozhao was a bit skeptical, "Yiyi definitely didn’t look when he was born." Otherwise, his father wouldn’t have rejected his own daughter and only wanted to take him home.
Zhaozhao’s mother glared at her and said, "So you and your father are truly father and daughter." Even the way you pick on your own child is exactly the same.
Shen Zhaozhao exchanged a glance with her father, and in that instant, she suddenly understood him.
Honestly, if there were a bunch of wrinkly babies laid out in front of her, she would also want to pick the best-looking one.
Can’t blame her father, really!
Shen Zhaozhao took two looks at her own daughter and didn’t want to look anymore, afraid it would affect her limited maternal love.
Sheng Chuyi took the baby back to the crib, then returned to ask her, "How are you feeling now? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
Does being hungry and wanting to eat count?