Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1496 - 1497: Double Seven Festival Begins

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the romantic evening when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl reunite, a bright full moon dangled overhead.

In a stunningly gorgeous and fantastical dream, Cheng Su found herself surrounded by stars twinkling across the heavens. She stood amid a garden where flowers suddenly burst open everywhere, releasing a sweet aroma, while a sharp infant's wail echoed in her ears.

With a joyful laugh, she turned to look; bathed in golden radiance, a baby appeared to be crawling right toward her.

Cheng Su's laughter pulled her from sleep—or perhaps the sharp pain did.

As her eyes fluttered open, Cheng Su lingered in the vivid dream. The room glowed brilliantly with moonlight streaming inside, spilling onto the bed and illuminating every detail sharply.

A sharp cramp twisted her belly once more; she winced and shoved at Qi Taiguo sleeping next to her.

"Hmm? What's up? Too hot?" Qi Taiguo muttered sleepily.

"No, my belly's hurting," Cheng Su replied.

Qi Taiguo murmured an "Oh", half-asleep, and added, "It's fine, the pain will ease soon, just go back to sleep."

Cheng Su's anger flared, ready to snap, when Qi Taiguo suddenly leaped upright like a carp leaping from water.

He tugged sharply at the light pull-string.

"Belly pain?" Qi Taiguo stared at her and burst out, "Oh wow, our son's coming into the world!"

Cheng Su shot him a fierce glare as another contraction gripped her abdomen, forcing a cry from her lips.

This agony resembled severe menstrual cramps, only far fiercer.

Cheng Su had absorbed plenty of knowledge from Chunhua and others, plus devoured numerous books. She recognized this as merely the start.

Since the contractions remained mild, Cheng Su rose promptly. A quick shower and hair wash were essential—otherwise, enduring postpartum recovery in Great Xia's sweltering summer would mean battling rashes everywhere.

At the same time, Qi Taiguo moved with military speed, springing into motion.

Dashing to dress, he bolted to Mother Cheng's room, pounded the door, and yelled, "Mom, Susu's going into labor!"

Mother Cheng shot awake, threw on clothes in haste, and hurried to the living room where Cheng Su stood cradling her swollen belly.

"About to give birth?" Mother Cheng rushed to support her.

Cheng Su nodded, saying, "I believe so; my stomach's aching."

Her eyes flicked to the living room clock: four o'clock in the morning.

"Goodness, we must rush to the hospital right now." Mother Cheng grew anxious—this was her very first grandbaby, after all. She shouted to Qi Taiguo, "Son-in-law, get a car organized fast!"

"Yes, immediately!" As deputy company commander, Qi Taiguo could borrow a vehicle from his unit now that his wife was in labor, to rush her to the hospital. Otherwise, at this hour, a bicycle would only seat one.

"Mom, first help me shower and wash my hair, then whip up some food," Cheng Su directed Mother Cheng.

"What?" Mother Cheng froze, thinking the pain must have addled her daughter's brain. About to deliver, and she wants a shower now!

Heading to the bathroom, Cheng Su clarified it was to ease postpartum confinement, exactly as Hualing had done.

"Never heard anything like it; you're the only one so fussy," Mother Cheng responded. Yet she wasted no time and followed swiftly.

In a flurry, hair and body got cleaned, fresh clothes donned; Mother Cheng deftly snatched eggs for the kitchen, fetched leftover rice from the fridge, and whipped up steaming egg-rice soup.

Meanwhile, Cheng Su waited in the living room, monitoring contraction intervals as books and Hualing had advised.

One after another, starting at ten minutes apart, now down to just minutes—the pace quickened.

Sweat beaded quickly on her brow. Cheng Su clenched her jaw, breathing deeply; agony drained the color from her face.

Damn, childbirth hurts this brutally—it's absolutely torturing her.