A month and a half later, on the Double Seven Festival, ten days before Li Qiao's due date.
At four in the morning, she was suddenly awakened by a sharp pain.
The light in the bedroom was dim, and Li Qiao frowned and kept taking deep breaths.
Even such a slight movement immediately startled Shang Yu.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, propped up his upper body, and looked at Li Qiao beside him, "What's wrong? Stomach hurts?"
Li Qiao's forehead was already covered in a thin layer of sweat, "Hmm, it seems like the baby is coming..."
The due date hadn't arrived yet. They had planned to go to the hospital a week early to wait for the delivery, but it seemed the little one couldn't wait.
"To the hospital, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital."
Shang Yu, shirtless and not even wearing slippers, carefully picked up Li Qiao and rushed to the hospital.
In the early morning light of the Double Seven Festival, the Qiao Mansion was in chaos.
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