"Wife, it's getting late. Let's rest," Su Bin gently suggested, guiding Qin Zhenzhen back to her room.
Suddenly, Qin Zhenzhen winced, rubbing her stomach. "Aiya…"
Alarmed, Su Bin asked, "Wife, what's happening?"
Enduring the pain, Qin Zhenzhen replied, "I believe it's time for the birth…"
In reality, she had carefully calculated the timeline leading up to the auction. The expected timeframe was either today or tomorrow. A few days prior to delivery, the shape of the pregnancy would shift, with the fetus descending closer to the pelvis.
"A midwife! Get a midwife!" Su Bin urgently called out, holding onto Qin Zhenzhen without letting go.
"Yes!" The secret guard promptly responded.
Trying to reassure her husband, Qin Zhenzhen said, "Don't worry too much. I've already arranged for the midwife to be on standby at home. She might not have gone to sleep yet."
