Second Child... Still a Daughter

"Can I ask how you managed this?"

Outside the delivery room, Luo Tian looked helplessly at Mo Xuan. The due dates had coincidentally fallen on the same day again, and the doctor's expression had been a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

According to the medical records, the last time they had given birth, it had also been on the same day...

"What do you think?" Mo Xuan replied with a bitter smile, his eyes anxiously fixed on the delivery room. "Cousin, I don’t think I need to explain this to you, do I?"

Luo Tian's mouth twitched. Well, these three... they really knew how to play their game!

"You’ve got it tough too," Luo Tian said, patting Mo Xuan on the shoulder. "Now that Wei'er and Xue'er are older, those two girls are still so clingy to you. And my two sisters are still the same. Brother-in-law, you’ve got your hands full..."

Tsk, wishing him a long life of a hundred years suddenly didn’t feel sincere enough. With such good karma, a hundred years might not even cut it.

Mo Xuan's smile grew even more bitter. Recently, Wei'er and Xue'er had been looking at him with teary eyes. One night, Luo Wei'er had crept into his room, sniffling and asking, "Daddy, if we have a little brother or sister, will you still love me and Xue'er?"

Children often get anxious about such things, and Mo Xuan understood that. He could only reassure them over and over that even with a new sibling, he would always love them just the same.

"How’s it going?"

Liu Yiyi hurried over, and Luo Tian quickly stood up to comfort her. "They’ve already gone in. The doctor said the pregnancy is stable, so everything should be fine."

"Uncle and Auntie are here too. They’re trying to contact other doctors just in case!"

As Liu Yiyi spoke, she tried to console Mo Xuan, but he seemed to hear nothing, his gaze fixed blankly on the delivery room.

Mo Xuan lost track of how much time passed. He barely registered the voices around him until the light above the delivery room went out. Suddenly, he stood up and rushed to the door.

"Don’t worry, both mothers and babies are doing well," the doctor said with a smile as he stepped out. "They’re both girls."

"Did you guys hit the jackpot for daughters or something?"

Luo Tian couldn’t help but quip, only to have Liu Yiyi kick him hard. In her Sichuan accent, she hissed, "Shut your mouth!"

Rubbing his sore leg, Luo Tian muttered, "But it’s true..."

Infuriated, Liu Yiyi grabbed his ear, and Luo Tian struggled, quickly apologizing, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, honey!"

When Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi emerged, their faces pale, they saw Mo Xuan’s red-rimmed eyes. Luo Shiya forced a smile and said, "It’s okay. Why are you crying?"

"Yeah, brother, you’re such a grown-up," Luo Muqi added, reaching out her hand. Mo Xuan quickly took hold of both hers and Luo Shiya’s. "Alright, remember to go see the girls later. And we’ll need to give them names too..."

The doctors and nurses looked on in astonishment at the surreal scene. Meanwhile, Luo Tian quickly regained his composure and walked over to them, whispering, "You know what to say and what not to say, right?"

"Of course, Mr. Luo. You can count on us!"

No one was foolish enough to gossip. The Luo family had invested heavily in this hospital, and even if they suspected something unusual about the trio’s relationship, who would dare say a word?

Both babies were healthy, with soft, fair skin. Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi moved into the best postpartum care center, and Mo Xuan arrived early every morning, staying until late at night.

It wasn’t until Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had recovered and brought their two newborn daughters back to the estate that Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er finally got to meet their little sisters.

This time, Luo Shiya had given birth to the third daughter, named Luo Jing'er, while Luo Muqi’s daughter was named Luo Ling'er.

Watching the two tiny bundles sleeping peacefully in their father’s arms, Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. They were their sisters, after all, so no matter how unbalanced they felt, there was nothing they could do. They sat sulking like two little pufferfish.

"What’s wrong, Wei'er, Xue'er?" Mo Xuan asked, trying not to laugh at the sight of his older daughters pouting. "Aren’t you going to come see your sisters?"

Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi watched their daughters with a hint of schadenfreude.

Usually, the older two acted like they had a free pass, often teasing their mothers. Whenever they tried to discipline them, the girls would hide behind Mo Xuan, playing the victim. Mo Xuan always ended up shielding them, leaving their mothers no choice but to let it go.

Now, with even younger siblings arriving, the tables had turned. Serves them right!

But this time, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi were determined not to repeat the same mistakes. They vowed to raise Jing'er and Ling'er properly.

And what did "properly" mean? Well, it mostly meant not competing with their mothers for their husband’s attention. That would make them good children...

Reluctantly, Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er walked over and peered at their baby sisters. Mo Xuan sighed softly. "Seeing them reminds me of when you two were this small. You looked just like them."

Hearing this, Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er couldn’t help but glance at the newborns. Daddy must be mistaken—they were definitely cuter as babies!

"Back then, you were just like this, cradled in my arms," Mo Xuan said gently, looking at his older daughters. "So tiny, so peaceful, sleeping in my embrace."

At this, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi couldn’t help but twitch. Even as infants, those two had been a handful.

No one else could calm them at night—they’d cry loud enough to shake the roof. But the moment Mo Xuan held them, they’d instantly quiet down.

"Sis, do you think certain traits can be inherited?" Luo Muqi whispered to Luo Shiya. "I remember Wei'er and Xue'er only wanted brother even before they could talk..."

Luo Shiya didn’t answer but frowned as she glanced at her older daughters and then at the newborns.

"Probably not..."

Of course, whether or not such traits were hereditary wasn’t something they were most concerned about. That distinction belonged to Mo Xuan.

At first, things were manageable. Uncle Zheng had hired an experienced nanny to help, but soon, things started to spiral out of control.

Mo Xuan now had to deal with Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi’s occasional emotional outbursts, as well as Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er, who had become even clingier since the arrival of their sisters.

And, unsurprisingly, Luo Jing'er and Luo Ling'er soon began mimicking their older sisters’ behavior—only more intensely.

They’d cry if they couldn’t see Mo Xuan and light up the moment he appeared. They’d only fall asleep if he rocked them, and anyone else’s attempts were met with tears.

When Luo Tian and Liu Yiyi came to visit with gifts and supplements, they almost wondered if they’d walked into the wrong house.

Mo Xuan was juggling two baby carriers—one on his chest and one on his back—while trying to soothe his older daughters and occasionally calming down the two mothers.

"Seriously, what are you two even doing?" Luo Tian couldn’t help but scold his cousins. "Instead of helping with the kids, you’re jealous of them? You two..."

Before he could finish, he quickly shut his mouth. Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi merely glanced at him, and in that moment, Luo Tian was reminded of the terror his two crazy cousins had once instilled in him.

"Seems like they’re not fully recovered yet..."

While Mo Xuan was busy putting the babies to sleep and Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi carried them upstairs, Luo Tian whispered to Liu Yiyi.

"They got what they wanted, so why do they still act the same?"

Liu Yiyi could only shake her head with a wry smile. Their issues weren’t the main concern anymore. With a household of seven, who knew what the future held?

Watching Mo Xuan running around, Liu Yiyi turned to Luo Tian and said, "Now I understand why you’ve always wished brother-in-law a long life..."

If anything happened to Mo Xuan, with the state of this family...

"Well, the capable bear more burdens, and the wise carry more worries. Brother-in-law, it’s all on you now..."

Liu Yiyi thought irresponsibly to herself, because there was truly nothing they could do to help...

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