Mo Heng didn't object. Earlier, when the name Little Radish was mentioned, the several little radishes in the family also expressed resistance. They could all read, so they couldn't be named something casual like Stone, Puppy, Grass, or Flower. If they were to be named, it definitely had to be a prominent and pleasant-sounding name.
The labor pains started in the morning, and the baby was born at noon. There had been commotion all afternoon, and it wasn't until late that Pei Qin managed to feed Jiujiu some milk before she fell asleep.
After the day's ordeal, and waking up once in the night to nurse the child, when Pei Qin woke up the next day and didn't see Mo Heng or the child by her bedside, she felt disoriented for a moment and almost thought she hadn't given birth yet.
Mo Heng was in the adjoining room, cradling his soft daughter and coaxing her to drink water, asking her not to disturb her mother's sleep. Hearing that Pei Qin was awake, he then brought the daughter over.
