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He didn't hide his pregnancy when it became apparent, still wandering around the yard in a suit, which startled everyone else. The cook would scold him upon seeing him, and after her reprimand, she would shove a bowl of soup at him, insisting he finish it before he could leave. This led to a period where just the sight of soup made him feel nauseous.
The head of the household expressed his concern subtly, assigning him tasks that only required him to stroll around the yard, and even the number of times people stood behind him waiting to assist had decreased significantly. However, Zhang Ling would occasionally sneak over during his breaks, unabashedly reaching under his clothing to touch his now rounded belly.
“Oh dear, how did you manage to get pregnant in secret? My wife says your body will suffer during this pregnancy, but she also thinks if you have a daughter, we could arrange a marriage between our children,” Zhang Ling joked.
He wasn't offended; he simply pulled Zhang Ling's hand away gently and playfully pushed him back. “What if I have a daughter?”
“Then we’ll become sworn brothers!”
It was all in good fun.
By the time he reached eight or nine months along, he had completely settled into idleness. The head of the household had Zhang Ling help manage the yard, allowing him to simply stroll around and check on the flowers and plants. However, when it was finally time for him to rest and prepare for childbirth, a significant matter arose that required him to stay indoors to assist the head of the household.
Everyone in the room was very aware of his large belly beneath his suit and was determined to finish their tasks quickly. He had been experiencing contractions since waking up that morning but didn’t hesitate; before entering the room, he checked himself and found he was barely two fingers dilated before feeling assured enough to proceed with his duties.
After much commotion, they completed their work in a surprisingly quick five or six hours. As people began to disperse, he felt his legs weaken and struggled to remain standing.
The head of the household turned around and saw him leaning against the wall, head down and breathing heavily; his belly seemed to have dropped significantly since he entered earlier. Someone who noticed this came over and supported him while feeling his belly. “Looks like you’re about to give birth; your belly is really hard.”
Curious onlookers gathered around, some even pulling out their phones as if preparing to call for an ambulance. The head of the household maintained a serious demeanor as he took the person from their grasp and carried him away like a bird being shooed from a nest. He brought the now somewhat delirious individual to the delivery room that had been prepared two months prior, where both the doctor and cook were already waiting.
“Here we are.” His wife had changed into surgical scrubs and stood by the bed with a professional demeanor, signaling for him to set the person down. “Honey, you wait outside; let the cook stay with him. Also, he can only have a cesarean section; just let Zhang Ling continue managing the yard; he’ll need plenty of rest afterward.”
After saying this, she urged him to leave. As he stepped out of the delivery room, he found many people waiting outside, all equally excited as if the child were their own. He didn’t say much more and prepared to head toward his office when Zhang Ling stopped him. “Hey, head of household, wait up!”
That wait lasted half an hour as nearly everyone in the yard gathered around. Usually, Butler Meng was kind and gentle with them; they could always count on his agreement whenever they needed something. But this situation was crucial for Butler Meng—it was a matter of a lifetime—so they all knew they had to wait until everything was safe before moving on.
“I’ll tell you all in advance: if this child asks about their birth in the future—no matter how they ask—just say their mother died during childbirth and that Butler Meng is their father. Understood?”
A chorus of loud replies almost deafened the head of household as he rubbed his ears just as the door opened. The cook emerged holding a small bundle swaddled in cloth, with the baby sleeping soundly inside.
“It’s a girl! She looks just like Butler Meng.”
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