The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 1288 - 1287: Not Even in Your Dreams Will You Have a Second Child!

Chapter 1288: Chapter 1287: Not Even in Your Dreams Will You Have a Second Child!

Everyone shivered.

"Has the baby been born?"

Ya Ling looked at the time and glanced through the door crack, "It should be born. The nurse will come out in a moment."

The hearts that everyone had been holding up finally settled a little.

Sure enough, in less than three minutes, a young nurse came out to give the good news.

"Congratulations, you’ve had a baby boy."

"What about my wife? Where’s Lu Mian?"

Xiao Qimo didn’t hear what the nurse was saying at all. He looked inside through the door, only concerned with finding the person most important to him. His eyes were red, and his voice was broken.

"Yes, where’s our Mianmian?"

Everyone gathered at the door, anxiously asking about Lu Mian’s condition.

The young nurse swept her gaze around, suddenly feeling a sense of emotion.

It was normal for the bride’s family to be concerned about the mother first, but she hadn’t expected the groom’s family to be the same.

So many people, but not one asked how the baby was...

She smiled sincerely and said, "Please don’t worry too much, Miss Lu Mian’s condition is stable. She can return to her room after being observed for two hours."

"Good... thank you."

"Thank you, and thank you for your hard work."

The young nurse quickly closed the door and ran back to the delivery room.

After returning, she chatted with Lu Mian enviously for a bit.

"Miss Lu, I really envy you. Your family and friends were all concerned about you first..."

"Yes..." Lu Mian gave a weak smile and asked, "Is my husband all right?"

The young nurse chuckled, "Mr. Xiao looked... very nervous, very scared, very terrified."

Hearing this, Lu Mian sighed and gently shook her head, "It’s a good thing he wasn’t allowed in."

The medical staff: ...

So, this mother isn’t even a little concerned about her newborn child?

After more than two hours, Lu Mian was finally wheeled out.

Upon seeing his wife, Xiao Qimo immediately went over and hugged her tightly.

She had just walked through the gates of hell.

He was so nervous and scared that he’d lost his mind.

"Mianmian... Mianmian..."

The man’s head nestled in the girl’s neck, continually calling her name, while Lu Mian gently stroked his hair, comforting him like a child, saying, "It’s okay."

Yet she unexpectedly noticed that there was warm liquid flowing on her shoulder and neck.

She hadn’t been sweating, so...

This strong man standing tall, was actually crying scared at this moment.

Lu Mian felt distressed, wrapped her arms around Xiao Qimo’s neck, and softly said, "Director Qi, I’m back, I’ve come back safely..."

These words of comfort made Xiao Qimo feel like his heart was stuffed with cotton; usually in control, he found it hard to manage his emotions.

He swore there would never be a next time, never.

"Qimo, let Mianmian return to the room first. Her arms are exposed, it won’t be good if she catches a cold."

Qi Zhen came forward and interrupted the couple’s embrace.

Xiao Qimo immediately dared not delay. Awkwardly, he turned around, took out a handkerchief, pretending to wipe his glasses.

After returning to the room, a crowd surrounded Lu Mian, showing their concern.

Someone offered brown sugar water, another peeled a hard-boiled egg.

Lu Xun and Xiao Huazun, the two old fathers, didn’t crowd into the room; after checking on Lu Mian, they went to arrange the follow-up matters.

The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Until the nurse walked in pushing the bassinet, helplessly and amusingly interrupting the harmonious room, reminding, "Everyone, you forgot the newborn..."

She couldn’t stop laughing as she brought the baby back, feeling very puzzled inside.

This baby was supposed to be the treasured gem of such a big family, born with a silver spoon, a figure around whom countless stars revolve.

But the reality was, everyone’s attention was on the baby’s mom, with no time for the little prince.

Qi Zhen and Yun Zhishu exchanged glances, slightly embarrassed.

"Right, right, the baby!"

The two of them hurriedly took over pushing the bassinet, finally regaining the joy of having a grandson.

"Grandson of mine!"

"Little grandson, grandma’s here!"

"Great-grandson~~"

The family having a new baby was a huge joy for both the Xiao Family and the Yun Family. Boy or girl didn’t matter; having a little one at home enriched the lives of these elderly people and gave them more motivation.

The newborn was a bit wrinkled, quiet without crying, sleeping soundly.

Qi Zhen examined for a while, "Look at those eyebrows, eyes, and mouth, so much like Mianmian!"

"The nose and face shape are exactly like Qimo’s when he was little, no way to have swapped babies! " Yun Zhishu observed for quite a while too, "Qimo, come and see the baby."

Xiao Qimo, upon being called, finally remembered he now had a child.

In front of Lu Mian, naturally, he had to be a qualified father, so he turned and asked the young nurse, "What’s this?"

"Huh?"

The young nurse didn’t understand at first, but then, holding back laughter, she explained, "It’s a boy, six pounds and six ounces, born at precisely 6 p.m. on November 5th."

"Oh."

Turns out, it’s an ungrateful son.

Xiao Qimo’s expression didn’t change much, his stern face didn’t even bother to pretend to smile.

A tall figure walked up to the baby crib, lifted the thin blanket to check, and turned away without expression.

Yun Sang uttered a "hey," and put her hands on her hips: "What, not to your liking?"

This is the big nephew his sister worked herself to exhaustion to give birth to, Xiao Qimo’s expression was really infuriating.

Xiao Qimo didn’t dare to say it wasn’t to his liking, and reluctantly commented.

"It’s pretty good."

A boy, sturdy.

Everyone: ... Didn’t see that you actually think it’s good!

Lu Mian knew he was excessively worried, so she smiled and changed the subject.

"Director Qi, have you thought of a name yet?"

"Yes, I’ve thought of one."

Yun Sang raised an eyebrow, "Don’t give him a lousy name again, the big nephew is listening here, if he’s not happy, he’ll cry for sure."

Xiao Qimo ignored Yun Sang, dipped his finger in water, and wrote three characters on the table.

Everyone gathered around curiously.

"Xiao Lewu?"

Xiao Jianli pondered for a few seconds, "Lewu as in ’flocking eagerly’?"

Yun Sang paused, "High and mighty also uses this Lewu... Brother, would you like to reconsider?"

Shu Shu next to them helplessly tugged on Yun Sang’s sleeve.

"Lewu has the meaning of speeding, and also pursuit. Can’t you think positively?"

Yun Sang scratched her head: "Really?"

Xiao Qimo indifferently lifted his eyelids, glanced at the crowd, unwilling to explain.

"Once you’ve repeated it enough times, you’ll understand."

In the hospital room, several voices immediately rang out.

"Xiao Lewu, Lewu... Lewu..."

Lu Mian also muttered the name to herself, and when she reacted, a slight smile spread across her lips.

"So that’s how it is."

Everyone was puzzled: How?

"The pronunciation of Lewu together sounds like ’Lu’..." she gently explained, her finger stretching out from beneath the blanket and warmly gripping Xiao Qimo’s hand.

Everyone realized.

In the end, it still couldn’t stray from Lu Mian’s name!

But with this explanation, they suddenly found the name quite clever.

Yun Sang leaned over the baby crib, "Big nephew, do you think it works?"

The little guy in the crib, even though asleep with closed eyes, kicked his little legs, seeming to respond to Yun Sang’s words, agreeing... maybe.

The little guy’s name was thus very democratically (hastily) decided.

Xiao Qimo tucked Lu Mian’s hand back under the blanket, not letting her catch the slightest chill.

Lu Mian scratched Xiao Qimo’s palm under the blanket.

"Director Qi, why don’t we have a second child?" She chuckled with interest, "Then I can name the child Lu Xiaoao."

Xiao Qimo was full of refusal: No way! You can only dream of having a second child!

Everyone savored the three characters of "Lu Xiaoao."

You two are amazing!

——

The news of Lu Mian having a child soon spread.

Friends sent their blessings one after another.

If not for Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo’s dislike of noise and temporarily not accepting visitors, these people would surely have trampled the hospital doors.

Ye Jinwen sent diapers first time, kissing and hugging the little baby who brought him romance.

Ya Ling and Sui Yuan chased the baby every day, teaching him to call them godmothers.

The news quickly spread online as well. Although Lu Mian is not in the entertainment industry, she is a celebrity who can stir waves.

Xiao Qimo didn’t hide it, directly announced it on Weibo.

The post "Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo have a child" quickly rose to the top of the trending topics, accompanied by the word "explosive."

Congratulations flooded the comments section, with the most liked comment from President Feng Ting: [Congrats to the family of three!]

Below the comment, a bunch of netizens chased: [Catch the president!], [Mr. President deserves respect, don’t let him sink!], [Bring him up!]

The second most liked comment was from Li Xinghan, who has his own fandom: [Such a cute kid? Hand him over!]

Fans quickly commented back: [Deal?], [Have some amoxicillin!], [Idol behavior, please don’t elevate to the fan level.], [If you have the guts to demand, how about having your own?]

Then Kunyang, Dr. Hua, Yuren...

All kinds of famous figures from different fields spontaneously sent their blessings, the traffic making entertainment industry insiders envious to tears.

The public’s witty comment: [You can always count on Lu Mian’s traffic.]

And this Crown Prince born under countless halos of his parents has also become the most envied and curious little celebrity.

[I really want to know, what noble life does the Crown Prince lead at home...]

Netizens: [Curious +10086...]

During confinement, Lu Mian while scanning online replies looked satisfied towards the man learning to change diapers beside her, increasingly certain of her judgment.

"Honey, I knew you would be a good father."

Xiao Qimo slowly lifted his head, elegantly pushed his glasses.

"Of course." He walked to the bed, left a gentle kiss on Lu Mian’s lips, smiled courteously: "I’ll handle it, making sure you’re happy."

As for whether the child is happy, that’s none of his business.