The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

He Jiayu only came back to his senses then and charged into the room in long strides.

His first reaction wasn’t to check the baby, but to go up to Su Xiaomo and hold her hands tightly.

Although Su Xiaomo hadn’t suffered much, she was still worn out a little. Seeing him approach, she asked in a weak voice, “Where’s the baby?”

“The nurse took her away to clean her.” He Jiayu was no longer as poised as he usually was. “Momo, we have a child now!”

A child that belonged to both of them.

Su Xiaomo snorted. “Calm down, ok? You’re overreacting!”

Mr. He gave a silly smile at her disdain instead of feeling indignant, which made Su Xiaomo roll her eyes.

However, she couldn’t help but giggle with him.

As it turned out, giving birth wasn’t the most painful thing in the world; instead, it actually brought a sense of happiness and fulfillment.

“How do you feel?” He Jiayu watched her in concern.

Su Xiaomo pondered for a moment before saying, “Like I’m ready to have a few more of those…”

Pfft —

The remaining doctors in the room couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

He Jiayu didn’t know how to react. Why did that sound so weird?

Was his wife… a little too tough?

“Here comes the baby!” An Xiaxia’s excited cry came from outside and Su Xiaomo managed to keep her spirits up. “Where’s my baby? Let me see her.”

A nurse brought in a baby, beaming with delight. She couldn’t stop lauding the little girl. “You have a beautiful baby. She’s got shiny black hair. I rarely see any baby born with such nice hair…”

Su Xiaomo took one glance and she was baffled.

Why was the baby all wrinkly and pink? And her eyes were closed and she barely had any eyebrows…

In one word: Ugly.

In two words: So ugly.

In a sentence: She was unbelievably ugly!

“Is she yours? Why is she so ugly?” Su Xiaomo immediately put the blame on He Jiayu.

He Jiayu was baffled. “Otherwise? Whose baby can she be?”

“Is there a mistake or something? This baby is such an eyesore!” Su Xiaomo said in disdain.

As if sensing her mother’s attitude, the baby began to cry.

The doctor cleared her throat. “Well, you can feed her milk formula, but we would recommend breastfeeding. It’s better for the child’s immune system.”

He Jiayu listened earnestly and comforted the baby clumsily in his arms. The baby didn’t have much energy yet. She fell asleep again after a little while.

Seeing the sunlight pour in through the window onto the tall man holding the baby, Su Xiaomo felt that life couldn’t be more perfect.

Other than the fact that the baby was a little ugly.

The baby despised by her own mother: I feel like crying a river.

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After a few meals of fish soup, Su Xiaomo began to produce milk.

Holding little Cuddlie in a rigid pose, she began to breastfeed her.

An Xiaxia watched enviously on the side. “Your baby is so cute.”

Little Cuddlie was no longer wrinkly or pink after a few days, and her delicate features had begun to show. She was getting cuter by the day. An Xiaxia was so envious that she almost felt like snatching the baby into her own arms.

Su Xiaomo said wistfully, “I feel like a portable lunch box now. As soon as the baby cries, I have to feed her… Sigh. Why is life so hard?”

“Enough!” An Xiaxia smacked her own forehead. “By the way, why is her name Cuddlie? Any meaning behind it?”

“Heh… you know, as in ‘she’s so cuddly.’ Do you like it?” Su Xiaomo smiled awkwardly.

She would never admit that she was going to call her baby “Uglie” at first.

And she would never forget the despairing look on He Jiayu’s face when he heard the name “Uglie.”