CHAPTER 366: CHAPTER 356: HER NAME IS QIN ANYA

"What’s so good about it, stop the idle chatter. You, as a husband, need to encourage her, and the pregnant woman needs to push hard."

The doctor was already prepared and directed Qin Guanglin, who was standing on the left side. Giving birth was not like other things; sometimes, it required scolding the pregnant woman to make her exert effort, otherwise she wouldn’t cooperate and would just keep crying. Fortunately, He Fang was quite the relief to deal with.

"Okay, okay." Although Qin Guanglin didn’t know if this was the hospital’s usual practice, he wasn’t foolish. His wife and child were in their hands, and he didn’t dare say a word. He nodded, doing his best to cooperate.

The doctor’s straightforward and efficient attitude, however, somewhat reassured him; they were all experienced veterans.

"It’s tough." He tightly held He Fang’s hand, kissed the back of her hand, preparing to start encouraging her as soon as the doctor signaled.

"The real hardship is still... hmph!"

He Fang spoke half a sentence weakly, and control eluded her, interrupting her speech as the doctor had already begun shouting.

"Push! Yes! Don’t shout, bear the pain, save your energy to push!"

"Keep going!"

A bead of sweat had appeared on Qin Guanglin’s forehead, itchy, but he dared not wipe it away. He Fang gripped his hand tightly, and with the rhythm of her effort, he gently squeezed back, signaling that he was right here.

He couldn’t see the birthing process from where he stood, but he could make out the struggle from He Fang’s face. He stared intensely at He Fang as she bit her lip and her face turned pale, as though he was engraving this moment in his heart.

Painless childbirth wasn’t truly painless. It was just about minimizing the agony of delivery as much as possible, but everyone’s physique is different, so the sensation varied.

"Keep going... Teacher He, keep going."

"I’m here."

On the delivery bed, there was a silent struggle, only the doctor’s shouts and Qin Guanglin’s occasional gentle encouragement could be heard, as He Fang kept her mouth tightly shut, occasionally letting out a muffled groan.

Time passed by each second, and Qin Guanglin no longer spoke, just bowing his head to place his face on her hand, tightly grasping it.

Three silent hours, three excruciating hours, finally painstakingly passed.

A new life was completed in this small delivery room, transformed and ascended into the world.

At nine o’ five in the morning, the sky was brightly lit, the sun was rising high, and a loud cry rang out. When Qin Guanglin heard that cry, his eyes reddened; he didn’t get the chance to feel the thrill of becoming a father, only profound heartache.

He Fang lay there, exhausted, staring blankly at the ceiling. After a while, she blinked as if she was coming back to her senses, and struggled to turn her head to look at Qin Guanglin.

"It’s over, wife; we won’t do this again," Qin Guanglin’s voice was hoarse, as he whispered close up.

"Our daughter..."

"Daughter... oh, daughter."

Hearing He Fang’s words, Qin Guanglin turned to look at the doctor, half of her face covered by a mask, showing only her eyes that seemed to be smiling: "It is indeed a daughter, mother and daughter are both safe."

This delivery was probably one of the most relaxed in her career, the pregnant woman was cooperative, didn’t keep crying out, and quickly learned how to breathe and exert force, which contributed to the smooth delivery. The husband didn’t cause any trouble either, just silently offering support; it was clear they were very happy.

"Mother and daughter are safe, both are safe," Qin Guanglin turned back to He Fang and said, "It’s great, so great..."

"Why don’t you take a look at the child?" the doctor, a bit exasperated, asked, "Don’t you like your daughter?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin glanced at the doctor’s arms at that wrinkled little face, nodding: "Looks like her mother, she resembles her mother."

"She isn’t fully developed yet, you... never mind, stay with the mother."

The doctor, too weary to comment, carried the baby out to be attended to, while Qin Guanglin stayed in the delivery room to rest with He Fang. Not only was He Fang nearly spent, but he too felt as exhausted as if he had fought a great battle.

"You did it." Qin Guanglin held her small hand, closed his eyes, rested his head on the edge of the bed, feeling this was the most wonderful moment of his life.

"Tell me you love me."

He Fang gently stroked his face with her fingertips, a tender look in her eyes.

To conceive a child that belonged to just the two of them was the happiest thing in the world.

They could always be there as she grew up, experiencing the world with her, taking in all the beauty and emotion, and enjoying the wonderful journey of coming into this world.

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"Anya? That’s a nice name, and it sounds good too...and... and..."

When the child returned, mother and child were sent out of the delivery room together and settled into their ward before Qin’s Mom and He’s Daddy came over. Qin’s Mom, who hadn’t read many books, struggled to find the words to praise the baby’s name and just grinned broadly.

What grandson? She had long forgotten about that idea—her heart melted at the first sight of the baby. Now looking at the little face in the blanket beside He Fang, she wanted to touch it but dared not disturb, the newborn was so delicate. She just stood by, beaming happily.

Listening to her go on, He’s Daddy couldn’t help but join in, "And it’s poetic."

"Yes, yes, it’s poetic."

Qin’s Mom clapped her hands; this little granddaughter and her name were perfect in every way.

"Mm, Qin Anya, the name we both thought of. Originally, He Fang thought of naming her Qin Anluo, implying ’peace in Luo City’, but I felt it was a bit masculine, so we changed the last character to ’Anya’."

Qin Guanglin explained the origin of the name. He Fang had already told him about how they’d come up with their daughter’s name. Now repeating it, he saw the two elders nod continuously.

"Yes, yes, Anya is good, Anya is good."

"College education wasn’t wasted—people who study literature come up with different names. Look at your brother, He Cheng, Luo City—like he has to show off that they’re from Luo City or something," He’s Daddy had often complained about his grandson’s name. In his opinion, ’He Qing’ would have been a hundred times better than any name He Shan and her husband could come up with.

He Fang lay in bed smiling graciously. Right now, all she wanted to do was get some good sleep, to rest with Qin Guanglin, whose smiling face couldn’t hide his profound exhaustion. It was clear how stressful these past few days had been for him.

Fortunately, the elders knew they were tired, didn’t stay long, and after about fifteen minutes of chatting and looking at the baby, they urged her to rest and said they would come back later when both were rested.

He Fang had given birth with all the VIP treatments orchestrated by the hospital, whether it was the delivery room or the ward. When the two of them left, only Qin Guanglin, He Fang, and their newborn daughter remained, giving a sense of a small family reunion.

"You must be exhausted; get some rest. Tell me if there’s anything specific you want to eat... I remember there are some things you can eat right after giving birth, I wrote them down somewhere, let me find it..."

As Qin Guanglin turned to rummage through his bag, He Fang stopped him—she had just drunk some sugar water and wasn’t hungry for anything else.

"Let’s rest together. You must be worn out too."

"I didn’t give birth, why would I be tired... Come on, close your eyes, go to sleep. In a while, it’ll be time to feed the baby, and I’ll keep an eye on the time."

Qin Guanglin exerted a husband’s authority to make He Fang rest, watched her close her eyes, then turned to look at their freshly born daughter, laying in the crib, grasping He Fang’s hand from the bedside, feeling that his thoughts in the delivery room were outrageously wrong.

Now was the most beautiful moment of life.

He smiled at his daughter, the newborn Anya looked all wrinkly and not particularly attractive, but to him, she seemed like a rare treasure.

She would definitely look like her mother as she grew up.

The ward was quiet and peaceful. Qin Guanglin completely relaxed his mind, his body finally gave in to the exhaustion of the past few days; holding He Fang’s hand, he unwittingly fell asleep by the bedside.

On January 12th at noon, the family of three rested together in the same ward, just 13 days before the new year.

It was also 13 days before Qin Guanglin would turn thirty.

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The previous Chapter was a major one, thanking the lord of the kind fans, hehe.