Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife novel Chapter 1496

Chapter 1496: Chapter 1497: Double Seven Festival Begins

Seventh day of the seventh month, the day the Cowherd boy and the Weaver Girl meet, the full moon hanging high.

Cheng Su had an incredibly beautiful and dreamy dream, with stars all over the sky. She stood in a garden, suddenly flowers bloomed all around, with a fragrant scent, and a crisp baby cry sounded in her ears.

She laughed and looked over; in the golden light, it seemed a baby was crawling towards her.

Cheng Su laughed herself awake, no, maybe it was the pain that woke her up.

Opening her eyes, Cheng Su was still immersed in the dream she just had. Inside the room, it was very bright, moonlight poured in, landing on the bed, so she could see everything clearly.

Her belly hurt again, a cramping pain, she hissed and pushed Qi Taiguo who was beside her.

"Hmm? What’s wrong? Is it very hot?" Qi Taiguo asked groggily.

"No, my stomach hurts," Cheng Su said.

Qi Taiguo mumbled an "Oh", still asleep, and said, "It’s alright, it’ll stop hurting after a while, just sleep."

Cheng Su was furious, about to lose her temper, but Qi Taiguo sprang up like a carp flip.

He yanked the light cord.

"Stomach pain?" Qi Taiguo looked at her and exclaimed, "Oh my, my son is going to be born."

Cheng Su glared at him, with another spasm in her belly, she couldn’t help but yelp.

The pain was like menstrual cramps but more intense.

Cheng Su had gathered tons of experience from Chunhua and others, and she had read a lot of books. She knew this was just the beginning.

While the contractions were not obvious, Cheng Su immediately got up. She needed to take a shower and wash her hair. Otherwise, in this Great Xia summer, during postpartum confinement, how could she handle getting heat rash all over?

"What?" Mother Cheng was stunned, wondering if the girl was in pain and lost her mind. She was about to give birth, why would she take a shower now!

Cheng Su, walking to the bathroom, explained that it was for convenience during postpartum confinement, just like Hualing did.

Mother Cheng replied, "Never heard of such a thing, only you’re so particular." But she dared not delay and hurriedly followed.

In a rush, with hair and body washed, and a change of clothes, Mother Cheng skillfully grabbed eggs to the kitchen, took the leftover rice from the fridge, and quickly made an egg soup with rice.

Cheng Su, on the other hand, sat in the living room waiting, following what the books and Hualing had taught, feeling the frequency of the contractions.

Once, again, from initially ten minutes to a few minutes apart, it was getting faster.

Sweat soon oozed from her forehead. Cheng Su gritted her teeth, taking deep breaths; the pain had made her face pale.

Damn it, so this is how painful giving birth is, it’s truly killing her with pain.