The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

As her cervix gradually dilated, the increasingly intense contractions surged through Fang Xiaoning like a tidal wave. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, her previous composure vanished without a trace, and she couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, it really hurts like hell."

She bit her lower lip tightly, the bright red bloodstains starkly contrasting against her pale lips. Each wave of excruciating pain felt like it was tearing her body apart. Her hands gripped the edge of the delivery bed tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain. Her water had long since broken, and she was bleeding, but the baby still hadn't been born.

"Ah..." Fang Xiaoning finally couldn't help but let out a painful groan. The midwife told her not to shout loudly if possible, as it would waste her energy.

Besides the midwife, the housekeeper's wife stayed by her side, constantly wiping away her sweat and gently comforting her, "Madam, it's almost here, almost here. Just push a little harder, and the baby will be out soon."

Fang Xiaoning didn't want to listen to her nonsense; she had said the same thing half an hour ago.

Outside, the courtyard was brightly lit. Song Feng and Fang Youcai paced back and forth. It was almost dawn, why hadn't the baby been born yet? The children went home, their initial surprise turning to shock, until finally they couldn't resist and went to their rooms to sleep. They estimated that the baby would wake up in about an hour.

"Mother-in-law, shall we go in and take a look?" Aside from staying up all night on New Year's Eve, Madam Su hadn't stayed up all year, but tonight she'd stayed up all night for Fang Xiaoning. She couldn't sleep, she was very worried.

"No, I'm afraid if we go in, it will disturb her. She's probably already given birth right now."

Mrs. Su nodded. That's true. Her daughter-in-law doesn't want them to come in. What if it affects her childbirth?

The butler brought over a bowl of noodles. "Madam, sir, you haven't eaten anything all day. Please have some noodles." He felt that the bloody fluid inside might not come out until dawn, because it had only been changed once.

He remembered that when the former mistress gave birth, the bloody fluid was changed basin after basin, but she eventually died from excessive blood loss.

The butler quickly shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the chaotic thoughts. "Pah, pah, pah," he thought, "what am I thinking? The new mistress is beautiful and kind-hearted; she'll surely give birth to the little master safely."

Fang Youcai was starving, his stomach practically sticking to his back. The housekeeper was such a kind man! His daughter, on the other hand, had eaten her fill; they were truly starving. They were practically living like gods, not one of them asking for food.

"Thank you, thank you!" He picked up one of the large bowls and slurped it down without any hesitation. His eating manners were no different from those of a starving ghost.

Seeing his reaction, Zhao was truly speechless.

In the delivery room, Fang Xiaoning was enduring extreme pain. With each contraction, it felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing her abdomen hard. It was also hot, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down her forehead, her whole body was soaked.

"I'm bored. Get me a bowl of noodles."

Although it hurt, she was really exhausted. After all that fussing, her stomach was empty again, and she was so hungry that she felt dizzy.

The midwife, who wanted to encourage her to push harder, said: "Can't we wait until after the baby is born to eat it?"

Three meals already, I haven't missed a single one.

The noodles were ready-made, but Song Feng couldn't eat them. His chicken soup noodles were still warm, so he took them in to Fang Xiaoning.

Fang Youcai, with noodles hanging from the corner of his mouth, stared in disbelief. His daughter was truly a genius!

She finished half a bowl of noodles and then stopped eating; she had no appetite and was in too much pain.

"Midwife, let's make it quick and give birth as soon as possible."

If the mother is willing to cooperate, the midwife is more than happy to do so.

So, Fang Xiaoning mustered all her strength, and with another wave of excruciating pain, she pushed again, letting out a suppressed roar. The midwives encouraged her, "Madam, well done! Push one more time, we can see the baby's head!"

Inside the delivery room, the midwives' instructions and Fang Xiaoning's panting mingled together. Finally, after another all-out effort, a loud cry of a newborn broke the tense atmosphere in the delivery room, and the baby was born.

"It's a little boy!" the midwife exclaimed joyfully. Fang Xiaoning collapsed wearily onto the delivery bed, utterly exhausted. Perhaps it was her first pregnancy, or perhaps the original owner of this body had a smaller frame, but the delivery was truly difficult!

The midwife brought the wrapped-up baby to Fang Xiaoning, exclaiming, "Madam, look how handsome this child is!"

Fang Xiaoning turned her head and glanced at it. It looked like a little baby; not particularly handsome, but certainly not ugly either. It wasn't like people had said, a wrinkled little monkey; probably because it was full-term and well-nourished.

Fang Xiaoning smiled weakly, looking at the little face in front of her, her heart was filled with joy and emotion, and her fatigue instantly dissipated.