Lu Chuan took half a month to make up a wedding for each woman around him. Although it wasn't grand and no friends were invited, for the women, being with the man they love in such tumultuous times was already a blessing, so what more could they ask for?
Another ten days passed, and it was finally Jiaxin's due date. Lu Chuan anxiously paced back and forth outside the delivery room.
No matter what formidable enemy he faced, Lu Chuan had never been as tense as he was at this moment. Even though he was sweating profusely with anxiety, he was of no help and could only listen to Ye Jiaxin's painful groans from inside the delivery room.
"Just a little more effort! Just a little more and it's done, Jiaxin!"
"I'm... already trying hard! You little rascal, come out quickly!"
Ye Jiaxin bit her lip tightly, her forehead was sweaty, soaking her hair and sticking to her pale face.
