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Chapter 163 - Birth of the Little Princess

After a pause, South Bridge continued, "But now, I am the happiest person in the world, because I have all of you!"

"Fool!" Mo Shaohai's voice was choked with emotions, he held South Bridge and Mo Cheng's hand, covering them all, "The Mo Clan will always be your safe haven, no matter what happens, don't be afraid, there's still me!"

"Yes, thank you, Dad."

"Thank you, Father."

Five months after the inspection, South Bridge's stomach was getting bigger and bigger. At the beginning, it was still able to walk in the park near the Mo family mansion, but in the end, it became more and more inconvenient.

At that time, relying on his stubbornness, he decided to give birth to his child. However, he didn't expect that in the following few months, the South Bridge would live like a pig in the Mo Clan.

Every day, after eating, sleeping, and eating, not knowing where Mo Cheng got the formula to make up for his miscarriage, he would get the kitchen to boil some dark and weird soup every few days for it to be delivered to the South Bridge room.

No matter what, he just stayed in the Mo Clan to accompany the Southern Bridge Nurturing Fetus. Every day, father and daughter would chat and raise flowers together, and their simple days were ordinary and happy.

Until one night, when, as usual, South Bridge pinched his nose, raised his head, and drank a bowl of medicinal food to replenish the fetus. It was different from usual, when he sat down on the sofa, he felt that something was wrong with his stomach.

A faint pain came. South Bridge held onto the sofa and used his mind to feel it. Waves of pain came one after another. Every few minutes, the pain attacked once again, but it only increased.

"Ah!" The pain was unbearable. Nan Qiao held her stomach and said hoarsely, "Dad, dad!"

Hearing the sound, Mo Shaohai ran out. The moment he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately panicked. South Bridge was in so much pain that its face turned pale and beads of sweat started to drip from its forehead. It seemed like it was about to give birth!

In a panic, Mo Shaohai called the hospital, called the ambulance, and told Mo Cheng to get to the hospital within half an hour.

The ambulance quickly arrived. South Bridge was helped onto the car by several people, and they drove the green light all the way to the hospital. South Bridge's stomach hurt so much that it seemed like it was about to split open, and traces of blood dripped from the place where he bit his lower lip.

He had long since heard that having a child was the highest level of pain in the world, so he had been mentally prepared for it. However, he hadn't thought that it would be even more painful than he had imagined!

The bed was being pushed rapidly. Mo Shaohai hurried to follow by the side, holding South Bridge's hand, "Darling daughter, don't be afraid, your big brother will be here soon!"

Lying on the sickbed, South Bridge was in so much pain that she felt like she was going to die. Her hand was tightly clenched by her family members, but the waves of pain that came surging out made her mind go blank. Other than pain, she couldn't feel any other emotions.

By the time Mo Cheng arrived at the hospital, Nanqiao had already been in the hospital for almost two hours.

Old man Mo kept cursing. He knew Mo Cheng was worried to death, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on Mo Cheng's palms. The two of them paced back and forth outside the emergency room, anxious and anxious.

A few hours later, the door of the operation room was pushed open. A few doctors in white coats came out. One of them held a baby and said in English, "It's born. Congratulations, it's a cute girl."

Mo Cheng quickly asked, "How is the mother now?"

"Don't worry, the mother and child are safe."

Hearing this, Mo Cheng heaved a sigh of relief. Mo Shaohai nearly fainted on the side. Mo Cheng quickly helped him up, staring at his father with extreme excitement, "I'm a grandpa, I have a granddaughter!"

As he said that, he leaned his head over to look at that wrinkled little body. His eyes were still closed, and his mouth was wide open as he cried. Mo Shaohai stretched out his hand and carefully caressed his granddaughter, "My granddaughter is so beautiful! "Little granddaughter, you'll be grandpa's baby from now on!"

Everyone present was amused. Such a joyful atmosphere made everyone's heart touch a soft place, making them extremely happy.

Mo Cheng bit his lips, sincerely feeling happy. Together with the nurse, he pushed the South Bridge into the sickroom. He lowered his eyes and saw that South Bridge seemed to have collapsed.

Mo Cheng felt his heart ache for her. He reached out his hand to wipe away the sweat on her forehead. A few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead, blocking his eyes. Mo Cheng's finger moved slightly, pushing them to the side.

At this moment, South Bridge opened his eyes. It was rather strenuous, and his voice was even more hoarse. "Child, where's the child?"

The volume was very low, almost to a whisper. Mo Cheng didn't hear it clearly, and he leaned over. He leaned over to listen, "My child, where is the child?"

Patting her hands, Mo Cheng signaled to Nanqiao to calm down. Mo Cheng called Mo Shaohai in, and this old man was overjoyed by his granddaughter. He would express his joy whenever he met someone.

Hearing Mo Cheng's call, Mo Shaohai quickly walked in, holding the child, his mouth was about to burst open, "South Bridge, quickly take a look, it's a pretty and cute little princess."

He bent down and gently placed the child on the bed. The South Bridge didn't even have the strength to turn over, so he turned his head with some difficulty and used his fingers to stroke the child's soft face, smooth as a chicken egg. The child was as small as a kitten, quiet and had yet to open his eyes.

The child was like a gift from heaven. At this moment, the joy that lingered in her heart could not be put into words. South Bridge only felt that the hard work of being pregnant in October and the pain of childbirth were nothing at all.

Her little angel was lying beside her. Her heart was suddenly filled with love.

From now on, South Bridge thought, she was a real mother.

Mo Cheng and Mo Shaohai's faces were covered with a layer of joy. Thinking of something, Mo Cheng said, "Give your child a name."

Mo Shaohai didn't even think before spitting out a name, "Kathleen, it's so nice to listen to! All the girls in aristocratic families like to use this name! "

Catherine

South Bridge bit his lower lip and looked out the window. The cold weather finally cleared up, "Let's call him Yuhan. This child will bear the Mo Clan's surname, Mo Yuhan."

"…"

Mo Shaohai held his chin in contemplation. Mo Yuhan was very poetic, he could be considered a good name!

Moreover, Mo Cheng and Mo Shaohai had discussed secretly before about the South Bridge together with the Mo family surname. However, they didn't mention it to the South Bridge. They didn't expect the two sides to have the same thoughts.

Actually, it didn't matter which family the child came from, nor did the Mo Clan care about such matters. The child was born after much difficulty in the South Bridge. As long as she liked it, nothing else mattered.

Gently withdrawing from the room, he closed the door and took one last look at the south bridge. Carrying the child, he fell into a deep sleep, but his brow was relaxed. There was no worry, no anxiety, and he slept very soundly.

In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.

Los Angeles, USA.

One morning five years later, Mo Clan.

Sunlight quietly shone through the French windows into the room, landing on the soft cashmere carpet. Several servants carried buckets of water as they climbed up and down. They picked up towels and moved them around the living room, not daring to relax their hands in the slightest.

"Old master, first young master, come down for breakfast!"

The old butler from the Mo Clan stood to the side, instructing the servants to go upstairs and get someone to order them. At the same time, he instructed the people below to quickly place their breakfast on the table.

"Don't grumble all the time. When the masters are all here, who still hasn't finished their work will be the first to leave!"

South Bridge had finished washing up and was just about to come down from the second floor after changing his clothes. Seeing the angry look on the old butler's face, he smiled and said, "Old steward, you should be careful not to get so angry this early in the morning."

The old butler nodded his head and replied respectfully, "Eldest Miss is right."

South Bridge raised his head and glanced around. He asked the old housekeeper, "Where is the little miss?"

Little Miss, you are referring to the South Bridge's daughter.

The old butler shook his head, indicating that he hadn't seen the little miss for the whole morning. Everyone was still in a daze when the sound of footsteps came from outside, followed by a pink little girl running with her short legs.

The little girl ran to the South Bridge's side, her small hands holding onto her sleeve. Her eyes were black and watery as she said in a childish voice, "Mommy!"

Nan Qiao bent down and squatted down. She was about the same height as his daughter. She lifted her hand to stroke her seaweed like hair. "Yuhan, where did you play this morning?"

After laughing for a while, she moved close to the South Bridge's ear as if offering a treasure. "Mom, I found a very interesting place in my grandfather's back garden. I even threw a lot of small stones inside …"

The backyard was such an interesting place, yet it was still able to throw rocks … The south bridge creased its brows, and only after asking did they know that Mo Yuhan was talking about the well in the garden.

Immediately, his face turned cold. "You won't be able to go there in the future! Do you understand? "

"Why?" Mo Yuhan was obviously unwilling. How could this be fun? If she knew earlier, she wouldn't have told her mother. Now, she wouldn't be able to go over. Mo Yuhan held her face with her hands, feeling conflicted and regretful on the inside.

Mo Cheng and Mo Shaohai happened to walk down from the building, and before they even got close, they heard Nan Qiao scolding the child. Mo Shaohai was the first to frown, "Child, it's natural to like to play. Nan Qiao, your mother is way too strict."

Mo Yuhan eagerly ran in front of Mo Shaohai, waving her arms in a spoiled manner, "Grandfather, mother said that I'm not allowed to play in the back garden, but there are flowers and herbs planted by Grandfather, and also good fruits …"

When he saw his elf-like granddaughter, Mo Shaohai's heart almost melted, "Aiyo, grandpa's baby, your mother won't let you go, grandpa will take you there, don't be sad, okay?"

A few years ago, she almost fell down the well, almost losing her life. Now, Mo Yuhan was just a child, and that place was too dangerous for her.

She was the mother of a child, and knew her own daughter too well. She was a child that loved to cause trouble. If something really happened to her, the consequences would be unimaginable!