The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1733 - 1747: Long-Awaited Arrival (10)

A contingent of people followed the baby carriage toward the nursery, yet only Mo Siyu, that devoted husband, remained by the delivery room, awaiting Zhao Ziyin's emergence.

Certainly, despite Mo Siyu's apparent displeasure with the mischievous child, he affectionately stroked his son’s scantily haired little head when the infant was brought to his mother for nourishment.

However, Zhao Ziyin steered Jian Anning aside, confiding, "Never have children; the pain is unbearable! And don't opt for a C-section either! You'll be left with a permanent scar! Men get all the pleasure while we endure agony!"

"What nonsense are you spewing? Your son is quite adorable." This little one spent a full ten months gestating before his arrival, weighing nearly eight pounds at birth. Zhao Ziyin delivered naturally and barely gained weight herself; it was all absorbed by the little fellow. It's no wonder the birthing process was so agonizing.

"You find him cute, but you have no idea how difficult he is when he starts fussing!" Zhao Ziyin lamented. The silver lining, however, was the Mo family's considerable wealth. They had arranged for two nannies, one for her and one for the baby, complemented by the support of the Mo family elders, making childbirth less arduous.

Had she been solely responsible for all the care, she would undoubtedly have been utterly exhausted!

Jian Anning observed Zhao Ziyin, cradling the infant while voicing her complaints, and mused, you speak so casually now. If it were truly that simple, would she still be harboring her current anxieties?

Furthermore, hadn't she always longed for children? She harbored lingering resentment towards Mo Siyu, and the Mo family elders constantly found fault with her, so it was only natural she wouldn't feel warmly towards the child.

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Another month elapsed, and her abdomen showed no indication of change.

This time, even Jian Anning felt a pang of discouragement. With another year drawing to a close, her body seemed fundamentally sound, yet conception proved somewhat elusive.

Jian Anning attended regular check-ups at the Leng Family's clinic, and the consistent response was: "Everything is fine, try not to stress too much; having a child is a matter of fate."

Fate, indeed, she understood that childbearing depended on fate. One only needed to look at Zhao Ziyin; it took over a year for her and Mo Siyu to conceive their child. Jian Anning was only at the beginning of her journey; how could she expect results overnight?

Nevertheless, despite this understanding, the absence of a baby left her feeling a certain disquiet.

Yu Zexiao, conversely, remained remarkably unconcerned about whether they had a child or not. Moreover, it wasn't as though his wife was infertile. At worst, they could explore in vitro fertilization, couldn't they? It was a commonplace procedure nowadays.

Additionally, the difficulty in conceiving allowed them to be intimate without any artificial barriers.

If you were to ask any man whether he'd prefer using protection or none at all, the vast majority would likely choose the latter.

Having something hindering the act felt peculiar.

He could also leverage the 'making a baby' rationale to share intimate moments with his wife, making the entire affair feel more natural and justifiable.

Yu Zexiao perceived nothing amiss; if anything, Jian Anning seemed more amorous with him at night, a development he welcomed wholeheartedly!

As another year concluded, Jian Anning's 31st birthday loomed ever closer.

Once a woman reaches twenty-five, she begins wishing for time to stand still. After thirty, the feeling becomes maddeningly frustrating.