Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing Chapter 1986
Previously on Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing...
The serene hospital.
Within the extended hallway.
Mo Zixi's towering form remained positioned there.
Surrounding him stood various staff members along with relatives and friends.
Mo Zixi's gaze remained locked on the delivery room.
The door swung open once more.
A young nurse emerged cautiously, holding the newborn in her arms. She approached with a beaming smile and announced respectfully, “Commander, it’s Lin’er. He weighs six pounds and six taels. Congratulations.”
Mo Zixi gazed silently at the tiny infant.
He examined the baby's small mouth and throat. The little one feebly resisted this unfamiliar world.
A warm smile appeared on his face.
He studied his son's crinkled features.
“Commander, hold him,” the nurse prompted.
Mo Zixi extended his arms.
The nurse gently placed the baby into his hold.
Mo Zixi cradled the delicate little body. It felt so tiny, so incredibly tiny.
The baby hadn't even opened his eyes then.
He couldn't yet see if those eyes bore the classic dark green shade.
The others crowded around right away.
Everyone peered curiously at the child nestled in Mo Zixi's arms.
“Who does he resemble?” Mo Yino asked with excitement.
He was far too young to discern.
“He looks like Miaomiao,” Mo Zixi replied.
“Why can’t I tell?!” Mo Yino blinked in confusion.
Mo Zixi smiled without a word.
“Let me hold him.” Lu Man grew excited too.
“Mom, you're so biased!” Mo Yino feigned displeasure. “You weren't this eager with Xi Zhi and Rujin.”
“Even if I wanted to, I'd need the strength to carry him!” Lu Man rolled her eyes. “One apiece, like two protectors!”
Meanwhile, those two protectors each clutched their own child, exchanging stunned looks.
Mo Yinan always sensed her mother's aura as profoundly commanding!
And she nailed it perfectly!
Mo Zixi passed the infant into Lu Man's arms.
Lu Man embraced the soft bundle. Gazing at the child's pure face, tears welled up in her eyes.
Certain figures etched themselves indelibly into memory's core.
Noticing her mother's tears, Mo Yinan nearly teased her but bit back the words. She realized her father's indulgence was a blessing, and her mother's favoritism wouldn't spark envy. Unbidden, her eyes drifted to Lu Yicheng.
Lu Yicheng caught his sister's look and returned it.
What the f*ck!
What did that pitying glance signify?!
“Apologies, Commander,” the nurse said softly and deferentially, “We'll bathe little Lin'er and administer his vaccines now. We'll return him to Madam's private room shortly. You may wait here for Madam or accompany us.”
“I'll remain here awaiting Miao Miao,” Mo Zixi stated directly.
“I'll take him,” Lu Man offered swiftly.
“Yes, Madam Mo, this way please,” the nurse replied respectfully.
Lu Man and the nurse proceeded together to the side.
Bodyguards trailed naturally behind, guarding them tightly.
Mo Zixi lingered in the corridor, anticipating Xu Weimiao's emergence.
Shortly thereafter.
Xu Weimiao was wheeled out, utterly exhausted.
She rested on the mobile bed, advanced with utmost care by the medical team.
Upon exiting, her eyes met Mo Zixi.
Mo Zixi stood tall, resembling an immense mountain.
She smiled. “Zixi.”
“Yes.” Mo Zixi leaned down.
He stroked Xu Weimiao’s pallid cheek, noting her frail state and joyful smile. “It's a boy. Did you see him?”
“I saw him.”
“He looks like you,” Xu Weimiao said.
Mo Zixi nodded. “Yes, he looks like me.”
Mo Yinan muttered under her breath involuntarily.
Just moments ago, he'd claimed resemblance to Miao Miao; now, to himself.
This guy!
Yet, upon reflection.
Mo Yinan often heard Ye Chu insist their kids resembled her.
In truth.
The two children seemed to mirror both parents, inheriting the best traits—utterly adorable.
Their features were flawless.
“Thank you for your efforts, Miao Miao.” Mo Zixi lowered his head, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Xu Weimiao savored the coolness of his lips and tender contact silently. “Knowing you were outside, I wasn't truly scared…”
Despite the ordeal surpassing death itself.
Multiple times, she nearly surrendered.
Even uttering, “Let's opt for a cesarean.”
She knew c-sections were swift—one cut, and the baby arrived.
Modern medicine ensured c-section babies thrived healthily.
Like Xi Zhi and Rujin.
Whenever endurance faltered, thoughts of Mo Zixi waiting outside surged. In those moments, complexities faded. Unsure if he'd approve a cesarean, her sole focus became avoiding his disappointment.
She refused to let him down.
“You’re very brave,” Mo Zixi murmured tenderly, his tone incredibly soft.
Xu Weimiao managed a faint smile.
Delivering the baby had taken her almost 12 full hours.
She’d exhausted nearly every bit of her energy.
Mo Zixi noticed her fatigue right away and instructed the doctors and nurses to wheel Xu Weimiao back to her room for some rest.
Mo Yinan observed as Mo Zixi departed alongside the medical staff and the swarm of bodyguards. A sudden unease stirred within him.
Ye Chu remained by her side, cradling Xizhi close.
The little one clung tightly to his father’s embrace, much like Jin always did, refusing to let go.
“Ye Chu.” Mo Yinan’s gaze lingered on Mo Zixi at the far end of the hallway, drawn to those gentle eyes fixed on Xu Weimiao. “Do you think Zixi has fallen in love?”
“Yes.”
“You see it too, huh.” Mo Yinan’s face lit up with a radiant grin.
Ye Chu pressed his lips together.
Mo Yinan linked her arm affectionately with Ye Chu’s.
Xizhi’s brows knitted in displeasure.
His reluctance to share his father’s touch was painfully clear.
Mo Yinan playfully tapped her son’s wrinkled forehead.
That sulky expression mirrored Ye Chu’s from his younger days—utterly adorable yet infuriating!
Stung by his mother’s flick, Xizhi let out a dramatic “Wah” and wailed in a spoiled manner.
Ye Chu felt a touch of exasperation.
Daily battles between grown-ups and kids turned their home into a battlefield!
“Let’s head in.” Mo Yinan, thrilled from teasing her boy, grasped her husband’s hand lovingly and proceeded to the room.
Ye Chu clasped Mo Yinan’s hand while softly soothing ye Xizhi.
No one could pinpoint when it began, but the once-icy Ye Chu transformed into an ultra-devoted dad around his child.
Mo Yinan’s heart shattered into pieces.
A man this tender belonged solely in the bedroom—her bedroom.
She couldn’t shake the feeling of facing a horde of tiny rivals in love!
They entered the ward.
Inside, the utterly drained Xu Weimiao had drifted off to sleep.
Mo Zixi sat by her bedside, keeping quiet vigil.
Out in the adjacent living area, Mo Xiuyuan entertained Rujin with silly games, doting on her endlessly.
Lu Yicheng lounged on the couch, engrossed in his mobile game.
Lu Yicheng blended into the background like always.
Mo Yinan genuinely worried he’d stay single forever.
Lu Yicheng glanced up, catching his sister’s pitying stare.
What flaw did he have that warranted such a miserable look?!
An unexplained irritation bubbled in his chest!
Soon after.
Lu Man returned, cradling the infant.
The poor thing had just received its preventive injection and was sobbing heartbreakingly.
Mo Yinan stepped up to console the little one.
But the stubborn kid ignored her completely, squeezing his eyes shut and bawling at the top of his lungs.
Mo Yinan was at a loss for words.
That haughty temperament—whose did it resemble, whose, whose?!
Right then, Mo Zixi emerged from the room.
Lu Man handed the baby over to Mo Zixi.
As a fresh dad, he yearned to hold his child as much as possible.
Mo Zixi accepted his son with a smile toward Lu Man. “Thank you, Aunty.”
Lu Man beamed back. “He’s my grandson—no need for formalities.”
Mo Zixi nodded.
He agreed without a second thought.
Lu Man couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
Mo Zixi attempted to calm his crying son by gently rocking him, though words escaped him.
He even glanced toward Lu Man for guidance.
Lu Man shook her head with a smile, staying silent.
As a novice father, Mo Zixi gripped the baby awkwardly, looking ready to fumble at any second.
Ye Chu could no longer watch.
The ultimate babysitter, Ye Chu settled the dozing Xizhi into bed and demonstrated proper holding techniques for Mo Zixi, tossing in some expert childcare advice.
Consider this…
He commanded a nation’s defenses!
He led the country’s military!
Mo Yinan averted her eyes from the surreal sight.
Thankfully.
The hospital proved inconvenient in the end, so by afternoon, the rest departed first.
They hadn’t strayed far from the imperial capital, settling into their own properties there, poised to visit Miao Miao and the newborn anytime.
Having delivered naturally, Xu Weimiao bounced back swiftly.
Post-delivery, back in her room, she napped deeply—only ravenous hunger jolted her awake.
She felt capable of devouring an entire cow.
Blinking open her eyes, she spotted Mo Zixi perched at her bedside, back to her, gaze fixed on the crib nearby—their son slumbering peacefully.
Though his face was hidden, she sensed his heart brimming with warmth and fullness right then.
Just like hers.
“Zixi,” Xu Weimiao called out.
Mo Zixi stiffened briefly before turning to her. “You’re awake?”
“Yes.” Xu Weimiao nodded.
She was fully alert now.
Outside, night had fully descended.
“I'm so hungry,” Xu Weimiao stated directly.
She truly felt starved.
“I'll go get you dinner.”
“Thank you.”
Mo Zixi pursed his lips into a smile.
Xu Weimiao watched his departing figure before turning to gaze at their child. A wave of warmth flooded her heart.
Mo Zixi carefully carried in the meal from the thermos box, unpacked it for her, and arranged everything neatly on the bedside table.
He lifted Xu Weimiao up and propped her against the bed.
At that instant, Xu Weimiao sensed her extreme hunger draining all her strength.
She struggled to lift her hand to start eating.
A pair of slim hands grasped the bowl and spoon right before her.
Xu Weimiao glanced at him.
Mo Zixi smiled gently. “Let me feed you.”
“No need…”
“Be good.” Mo Zixi's tone was soft and soothing. “Open your mouth.”
Xu Weimiao pressed her lips together but complied obediently.
Since their marriage, from the initial distance they maintained, through the misunderstandings that created barriers, to finally opening up and confessing their feelings, they had never shared any sweet, intimate moments. They always showed mutual respect, preserved their independence, and remained courteous. Even throughout her pregnancy, despite the doctor's approval after four or six months, they abstained from intimacy.
She finished a bowl of nourishing porridge.
Yet…
Her hunger persisted fiercely.
She stared at Mo Zixi without uttering a word, but her eyes pleaded clearly.
The signal was unmistakable.
Mo Zixi chuckled softly. “Still hungry?”
“Yes.” Xu Weimiao nodded.
Mo Zixi fetched another bowl from the thermos flask.
With utmost tenderness, he spoon-fed her bite by bite.
She savored each mouthful.
Still, her belly felt hollow.
She thought she could devour an entire cow.
Mo Zixi served her three full bowls of nourishing porridge until the thermos ran dry.
“Want more?” Mo Zixi asked.
Xu Weimiao's cheeks flushed pink.
“Just wait here.” Mo Zixi rose and headed out.
Her face burned even hotter.
She couldn't fathom why her appetite had surged like this. Clearly, she hadn't eaten this much during pregnancy!
Moments later.
Mo Zixi returned. “The nutritionist didn't anticipate such a big appetite, so preparations fell short. I'm heading back to cook more porridge; it'll take about half an hour.”
“Okay.”
“Drink some rooster soup first. The doctor says it helps produce milk faster.”
“Okay.” Xu Weimiao nodded.
Mo Zixi had her down two bowls.
And she drank them all.
Mo Zixi eyed her belly curiously.
Xu Weimiao felt shy, and right then, a burp escaped, deepening her embarrassment.
Mo Zixi suppressed a laugh. “It's only right. Your belly has shrunk so suddenly; eating more will fill that emptiness.”
Xu Weimiao nibbled her lip.
It looked like her stomach hadn't shrunk at all.
Such a large baby had emerged from there, yet it still protruded noticeably.
It resembled a six- or seven-month pregnancy.
She poked it discontentedly.
“It won't happen overnight,” Mo Zixi said smilingly.
“I know.” Xu Weimiao nodded.
Yet melancholy lingered in her.
Her lower abdomen used to be perfectly flat.
Mo Zixi stroked Xu Weimiao's silky hair to soothe her.
Xu Weimiao gazed at the tender Mo Zixi.
Under her look, Mo Zixi's affection deepened.
He leaned in close.
His lips neared hers.
Xu Weimiao froze in surprise.
They hadn't shared this in ages.
She fluttered her eyes shut.
“Wah…” Abruptly, a baby's cry erupted from nearby.
Mo Zixi and Xu Weimiao both paused, a touch of awkwardness settling in.
Mo Zixi pressed his lips, clearly reluctant.
But he straightened up and checked on the suddenly wailing infant.
Yue Sao rushed in at the cry, watching as Mo Zixi lifted the baby to inspect it.
“He just started crying,” Mo Zixi noted. “He was sleeping peacefully before.”
“Commander, the little one might be hungry,” Yue Sao suggested, drawing from her vast experience as she observed the baby.
“Hungry?” Instinctively, Mo Zixi turned to Xu Weimiao, his eyes flicking to her chest.
Xu Weimiao blushed deeply under Mo Zixi's stare.
Aunt Yue promptly inquired, “Madam, has the milk come in?”
“I'm not sure.” Xu Weimiao felt utterly clueless.
“Let me check for you, Madam,” Aunt Yue offered.
“Oh.” Xu Weimiao nodded.
With that, Aunt Yue approached Xu Weimiao and gently raised her clothing.
Her face flushed crimson this time.
It truly looked as though blood had rushed to fill it completely.
Truthfully, intimacy with Mo Zixi wasn't new to her, yet this kind of stare made her whole body blaze with mortifying heat.
All the while, Aunt Yue stayed perfectly calm, gently squeezing her cheeks.
“It hurts…” Xu Weimiao gasped in surprise.
Aunt Yue’s touch was obviously feather-light.
But right then, even that slight contact sparked sharp pain.
Aunt Yue instantly pulled back her hand. “Sorry, Madam, I’m so sorry…”
“It’s nothing,” Xu Weimiao shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just a little pain.”
“Madam, that’s because your breasts are swollen,” she explained. “They’ve become round and full, feeling firm under touch. That’s the telltale sign of swelling.”
“Oh.” Xu Weimiao nodded.
Did she have to put it so bluntly?
“Now, I’ll bring the young master over to nurse from your breasts,” she said.
“Okay.”
Her chest felt unbearably tight.
It seemed even larger than before.
Her face burned hotter by the second.
Mo Zixi had watched her intently from start to finish, his gaze enveloping her completely. It was impossible to miss.
Yue Sao brought the child closer and patiently guided Xu Weimiao on holding him properly, especially for feeding!
Xu Weimiao had practiced this earlier, yet she still felt awkward. It took ages to settle into a comfy hold, positioning the baby’s tiny mouth against her breast.
The suckling instinct kicked in naturally.
Xu Weimiao sensed the little one’s initial strong pulls weaken fast, soon bursting into a loud WA cry.
Yue Sao had assisted with the baby’s feeding the whole time and noticed Xu Weimiao’s milk was partially clogged.