Chapter 125: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 125: A Boy Is Good

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Upon hearing it was the young miss of An Wangfu, the gate guards hurriedly led everyone straight to Ai Chun's courtyard. Before they even reached the courtyard gate, from afar they could already hear wave after wave of miserable screams coming from inside, sounding just like a pig being slaughtered, sending chills down one's spine.

Hearing the sound, Yan Shuang'er's heart clenched sharply, feeling heartache for her elder sister Yan Xiner beyond measure; Qianqian beside her listened with a face drained white, trembling all over, feeling both terrified and utterly at a loss.

Meanwhile Yan Jie, held tightly in Yan Shuang'er's arms, had already woken up. The little fellow stared with eyes wide in terror at the unfamiliar surroundings and the distant screams, tears rolling down like broken beads, yet he dared not make a sound from excessive fear.

Just then, An Wangfei saw Yan Shuang'er leading Qianqian, with Yan Jie also in her arms, walking over together. She hurried forward and asked with concern, "Why have you all come?"

Yan Shuang'er steadied herself and replied, "Mother, after I woke up Xiao Jin told me you and Father rushed over in the middle of the night last night, saying Elder Sister was about to give birth, so I've been worrying about this and couldn't sleep at all." Qianqian chimed in right after, "Mother, Elder Sister is screaming so miserably, is giving birth really that painful?"

An Wangfei gently stroked Qianqian's head and comforted softly, "Yes Qianqian, giving birth is indeed very painful, but it's also an important stage every woman must go through in life." Unexpectedly Qianqian blinked her innocent big eyes and curiously asked, "Mother, when you gave birth to me back then, was it also as painful as Elder Sister is now?"

Faced with her daughter's sudden question, An Wangfei couldn't help but freeze slightly; she never expected Qianqian would ask this. Without hesitation she blurted, "Very painful, but as soon as I thought I'd soon have such a lovely daughter, no matter how painful I was willing to endure."

As they spoke, Qianqian hugged Wangfei tightly, silent. Simultaneously, the moment An Wang saw Yan Shuang'er step through the door, he strode forward swiftly, agilely taking Yan Jie from Yan Shuang'er's arms.

However, An Wang has never been good at comforting others; at this moment he could only hold Yan Jie with one arm while raising the other to gently wipe the tears from the little fellow's eyes, saying slowly, "Women giving birth is indeed very hard and painful, so we boys must treat the girls around us better in the future."

Hearing this, Yan Jie nodded obediently, sniffed hard, sucked back the snot about to flow out, and indeed stopped crying. At this moment Ai Jiao noticed Qianqian and hurried over to talk with her.

Ai Jiao said excitedly, "Qianqian, I'm about to become a little uncle!" Qianqian, not to be outdone, retorted, "Then I'm going to become a little aunt!" Just like that, the two innocent children chattered back and forth nonstop, and the originally somewhat tense heavy atmosphere instantly became relaxed and lively.

Just then Guo Lanxin also quickened her steps to Qianqian, Yan Jie, and Yan Shuang'er's front, asking caringly, "Qianqian, Yan Jie, and Yan Shuang'er, do you feel cold? Are you hungry? Need to eat something to tide you over? If sleepy, want to go rest in the guest room for a while?"

Yan Shuang'er said, "No need, thank you Aunt." Now, their hearts and eyes were filled entirely with Yan Xiner; everything else seemed no longer important, all senses as if vanished.

Out of basic courtesy Ai Chun smiled and greeted everyone, then silently stood aside, speaking no more. At this moment the whole room was abnormally quiet, only the miserable shouts from the delivery room continuously assaulting everyone's eardrums. The sound rose higher each wave, making listeners' hearts pound with fear.

Time passed minute by second; long after, Yan Xiner's originally loud shouts gradually weakened, as if the strength in her body had been utterly exhausted. The midwife inside, seeing this, shouted anxiously, "Young Mistress, push harder! Just a bit more force and the child will come out smoothly!"

Yan Xiner paused briefly, then took a deep breath and exerted the last shred of strength in her whole body. Only a heart-rending scream "Ah—" rang out, followed by a loud infant cry—"Wah wah..."

Finally, the child was born! Yan Xiner seemed to have had all bones pulled from her body, collapsing limp on the bed, so tired she could barely keep her eyelids open, only wanting to close her eyes and rest properly. Yet relying on stubborn willpower she barely propped her eyelids up, straining to look at the newly born life.

The midwife carefully brought the just-born little fellow before Yan Xiner. Yan Xiner lowered her head and saw a wrinkly-skinned little baby, looking just like a little monkey, mouth wide open bawling.

The midwife beamed and hurriedly said, "Congratulations Young Mistress, it's a fair chubby little boy!" Words barely finished, before Yan Xiner could look a few more times at her precious son, the utterly exhausted her ultimately couldn't resist sleep's invasion, slowly closed her eyes, and fell into deep sleep.

When that first loud cry, resounding as if it could pierce the clouds, suddenly rang out, the tense atmosphere originally pervading outside the delivery room instantly dissipated, everyone heaving a long sigh of relief as if a heavy burden lifted.

Even the ever steady calm Ai Chun couldn't help but let out a breath of relief, but immediately a maid's wildly joyful voice came from inside: "Congratulations Eldest Young Master, Young Mistress gave birth to a boy!" This voice fell like a huge stone dropped into a calm lake, stirring a thousand waves.

Guo Lanxin first excitedly echoed, "A boy is good, a boy..." But mere seconds after the words left her mouth she suddenly seemed to realize something, her face changed drastically, eyes widening in disbelief as she muttered, "What? A boy? How can it be a boy? Shouldn't it be a girl?"

Only now did everyone snap back to their senses as if waking from a dream, looking at each other with surprise and puzzlement.

And Ai Chun at this moment finally fully reacted — his wife, after ten months of pregnancy, had given birth to a boy. Recalling the myriad hardships of his wife's pregnancy these ten months, he had seen them all, ached for them all in his heart.

He had thought they would welcome a considerate lovely daughter, never expecting a little lad with a handle. For a moment Ai Chun felt as if a bolt from the blue struck straight at him, his whole person somewhat dazed and lost.

But this state lasted only a fleeting instant; he quickly regained composure and asked the maid anxiously, "How is Young Mistress now? Is she well?" The maid hurriedly replied, "Young Mistress is too tired after giving birth, already asleep, please wait a moment before going in to visit." Receiving this answer, Ai Chun's suspended heart finally settled slightly...