MMB Chapter 319 A single cry, mother and child safe
Chapter 319 A single cry, mother and child safe
That loud and domineering cry, like a thunderclap, brutally shattered the oppressive silence of the Los Angeles corridors late at night. The cry echoed back and forth between the empty and cold marble walls, creating a sacred and vibrant resonance.
Lin Zhou shuddered violently. His usually cold, all-seeing eyes trembled violently in that instant. Due to extreme tension and two hours of intense psychological battle, his knees buckled for the first time upon hearing the sound, as if all the strength in his body had been completely drained away by some enormous suction force in that instant.
"Daddy! It's born! Is that the little brother calling?"
Nuonuo squealed excitedly, her little hands waving Lin Zhou's clothes incessantly.
Lin Zhou couldn't hear anything at that moment; all that remained in his world was the clear sound of crying. He suddenly took a deep breath, and then, as if he had gone mad, he completely disregarded any semblance of dignity or image as a godfather and rushed frantically toward the slowly opening operating room door.
The heavy thud of the door opening echoed in the quiet corridor. A professional delivery nurse, carefully cradling a tiny life tightly wrapped in a soft, pure white swaddle, emerged with light steps. A professional and genuine smile graced her face, her eyes brimming with the satisfaction of completing a great task.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lin. He is a healthy and energetic young man."
The nurse lowered her voice, her tone filled with gentle joy.
Lin Zhou stopped abruptly, staring intently at the palm-sized swaddled baby, his entire body frozen like a cold sculpture.
"Young master...is it a son?"
He murmured softly, his voice trembling terribly. He stretched out his hands shakily, his movements clumsy, even more awkward and flustered than when he first picked up a gun.
The nurse naturally handed the swaddled baby to him. Lin Zhou looked down and saw a rosy, even slightly wrinkled, little face. The little guy had his eyes closed, his nose twitching slightly, and his skin had a unique, delicate texture due to newborn life.
His little face was wrinkled like a miniature old man, but in Lin Zhou's eyes, it was simply the most stunning and exquisite work of art in the world.
"Son...I have a son."
Lin Zhou grinned, and the sinister look in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a childlike, pure, silly smile born of extreme joy.
Before he could examine his son's features closely, another dull thud of rollers came from inside the operating room.
Escorted by several doctors and nurses, Su Qingge was slowly pushed out from behind the door that symbolized life and death. She lay on a clean white mobile hospital bed, covered with a thick thin blanket. Her face, which had once amazed the world, was now deathly pale, and the strands of hair on her forehead were disheveled and stuck to her temples due to cold sweat.
The fragile beauty born from extreme exhaustion made Lin Zhou's heart clench, and the bitter feeling of extreme self-blame surged up again.
Lin Zhou carried the child and quickly walked to the bedside. When he saw Su Qingge's tired yet gentle peach blossom eyes struggling to open a crack, the tears that had been welling up in his eyes all night finally fell roughly onto the edge of the swaddling clothes.
"Qingge...wife..."
Lin Zhou squatted down, his voice so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.
"Lin Zhou... let me take a look."
Su Qingge's voice was as faint as a gentle breeze. She weakly raised her wrist, her fingertips touching the corner of the swaddling clothes.
"A pretty little guy, looks like you, and has a stubborn temper too."
Lin Zhou deftly wiped away the tears from his eyes while gently bringing the child close to Su Qingge's face.
Looking at the newborn baby whose little mouth was opening restlessly, Su Qingge's lips finally curved into a slow, happy, and peaceful smile. Tears welled in her eyes and slid smoothly into her pillow.
"It was worth it... Lin Zhou, it was all worth it."
Due to extreme fatigue, her eyelids closed heavily again, but the smile on her lips never faded.
The once cold and stern corridor, filled with the Lin family's assassins, was instantly transformed by the arrival of this new life, its oppressive atmosphere completely diluted by a thick, joyful ambiance.
Old Chen stood ramrod straight, his usually stern and rigid face now streaked with tears. He rubbed his hands excitedly and strode over to the group of bodyguards, who watched him with awe.
"Young Master, congratulations! Our Lin family's eldest young master has finally been born safely!"
Old Chen's voice trembled noticeably due to extreme excitement.
Lin Zhou looked up at Old Chen, his eyes filled with the wild joy of extreme relief.
"Old Chen, did you see that? It's a boy! The sound of that kid crying just now could have blown the roof off this hospital."
As Lin Zhou spoke, he forcefully adjusted his posture while holding the child, though his movements remained stiff.
Old Chen stared greedily at the little life in the swaddling clothes, his loving expression making him seem as if he wanted to go and empty out all the best gold jewelry stores in Los Angeles right now.
"Young master, the lady and child are safe and sound. This is thanks to the blessings of our ancestors."
"Protect your ancestors my ass! This is Lin Zhou's woman, she's got guts!"
Lin Zhou cursed arrogantly, but his eyes never left the swaddling clothes.
Just then, Old Chen glanced sharply at the medical team leader who was cautiously trying to approach from not far away, and then quickly whispered in Lin Zhou's ear.
"Young master, those Western reporters outside have already caught wind of it. The Los Angeles Police Department can hardly stop those paparazzi who have gone crazy out of extreme curiosity."
Lin Zhou's originally gentle eyes flashed with a cold and disgusted glint when he heard the word "reporter".
He carefully handed the child in his arms to the special nurse next to him, then turned his head and stared at the tightly closed door of the luxury suite, his eyes revealing an absolute sense of dominance born from extreme arrogance.
"Old Chen, make one last call to that police chief."
"Tell him that if even one photo of my wife and children gets out, I'll end his political career on that cheap tombstone."
"Also, arrange the best charter flight. Once Qingge's condition stabilizes a bit, we'll return to China immediately."
"The air here is not good enough for my son to breathe."
Old Chen deftly memorized the instructions, his eyes filled with a cold glint born of extreme loyalty.
"Understood, young master. What should we do with the full moon celebration gifts sent from Washington?"