The next morning, the two little ones clung to Qiao Mo again, providing her so comfort for her wounded heart.
But could they please stop touching her belly to ask when the little sister is coming every ti they et?
She feels a lot of pressure...
Fu Nancheng teased as he watched the scene before him, his gaze gentle.
...
The following New Year’s.
The night sky sparkled with stars, fireworks painted clouds across the vast expanse, and Nanshan Villa was filled with warmth.
Qiao Mo, with her pregnant belly, watched the New Year’s Gala, while Fu Nancheng and Nanny Wang, along with others, made dumplings on the side.
Qiqi and Chenchen, their hands covered in flour, helped out, but most of the dumplings they shaped turned into odd little animals, which sat cutely among the neatly arranged dumplings.
Half an hour later, Nanny Wang took the dumplings to the kitchen.
Fu Nancheng ca back with the two little ones after washing their hands, and Qiqi and Chenchen happily nestled beside Qiao Mo, gently caressing her growing belly.
"Dad... why isn’t the little sister coming out?" Chenchen asked unhappily.
Qiao Mo slightly curved her lips, looking at the increasingly mature man before her.
He softly said, "Didn’t I tell you the story of Nezha the other day? Nezha stayed in his mom’s belly for several years before coming out, so you need to be patient."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and chuckled lightly.
Since half a year ago, the two kids kept asking.
After all, Fu Nancheng had tricked them earlier, saying the little sister would co next year.
But she hadn’t expected ti to fly by so fast, and as the promise’s due ti approached, she still hadn’t gotten pregnant.
She felt a bit lost, but a month later, there was a reaction.
Fu Nancheng imdiately used this poor excuse to trick the kids, saying the little sister hadn’t had enough ti in her belly and would only co out when her room was decorated properly.
Of course, the task of decorating and designing the room was naturally handed to the two little ones.
So every day after school, she would see the little kids leading Uncle Zhong and Fifteen around, almost wearing the older Uncle Zhong out.
However, after a few months, the two little ones really decorated the baby room well.
A soft pink, with various delicate and soft trinkets, much like a princess’s castle in a fairy tale.
Luckily, her belly got bigger day by day, but she still couldn’t escape the kids’ thrice-daily questioning.
Thus, Fu Nancheng had to use this poor excuse to delay.
Upon hearing Fu Nancheng’s words, Qiqi looked up at him and asked, "Will the little sister also be as amazing as Nezha then?"
"No, the little sister will be very gentle and cute, like a little princess," Fu Nancheng replied again.
Qiqi looked at him doubtfully, saying, "But Nezha stayed in his mom’s belly for so long and beca really amazing once he ca out?"
Fu Nancheng, not at all ashad, confidently deceived his son.
But he didn’t expect Qiqi to hit the nail on the head.
Half a year later, what ca out of Qiao Mo wasn’t the soft, adorable little princess he imagined, nor a little daughter close to her father, but a cheeky boy who had masked his gender while in Qiao Mo’s belly!
When Qiao Mo ca out of the delivery room, holding the soft little boy, she felt sowhat troubled.
Three n, big and small, gathered around her, staring at the little brother in her arms with big eyes watching small eyes.
The boy’s face was pale and tender, chubby, and slightly overweight from eating, his eyes squeezed into two slits.
Very bright, smiling like crescent moons.
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