Mrs. Chen struggled to extend her hand and take the child, her gaze filled with infinite tenderness as she looked at her baby. From time to time, she reached out her finger to tease the infant, but she was thoroughly exhausted. Before long, with a smile lingering on her face, she drifted into a deep sleep.
Chen Jishi was also fatigued, but he finally felt a sense of relief, letting out a long exhale. After sitting for a moment, he suddenly remembered something, and an alarming thought struck his heart.
This matter—he had not told Mrs. Chen. That day, he dreamed of the white-haired Daoist passing through his room. Later, he learned that Mrs. Chen was pregnant, so he purposely went out to have their fortune told.
The fortune-teller had told him: if his wife's first child was a daughter, their family would enjoy wealth and glory for a lifetime; but if it was a son, the child would inevitably bring about the death of both parents.
