The King’s Enchanting

Chapter 1764 - 1778: Pregnancy Chronicles (12)

"Our child will definitely be safe." Yu Zexiao nodded and gently patted her shoulder.

Soon, Jian Anning embarked on her difficult journey of pregnancy.

Her appetite was still poor. Typically, after three months, morning sickness improves significantly for most pregnant women, and some even experience a big increase in appetite. However, she still couldn’t stomach anything.

Nevertheless, even when she couldn’t eat, she persisted in taking all the medicine prescribed by Feng Linxue every day. Despite being really nauseous at first, often throwing up right after drinking it, she didn’t give up.

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In the end, Zhao Ziyin solved this problem. She visited the Yu Family during the weekend to see her and, upon hearing about her discomfort, cradled Mo Yangyang, smiled understandingly at her, and said, "Why didn’t you say so sooner? I have special sour plums that I deliberately made when I couldn’t eat during my own pregnancy. The taste is absolutely refreshing, and I guarantee you’ll never forget it after trying!"

Zhao Ziyin only had one child, but Mo Yangyang’s disruptive energy was no less than the two little ones growing inside Jian Anning. This little guy had tormented her for quite a while until she tried Liao Zixin’s secret recipe and found relief.

While Zhao Ziyin spoke, Mo Yangyang, who had his baby teeth, treated his mother’s collar as the best teething tool. Already over one year old, he could speak simple sentences. As he lay in his mother’s arms, he looked at the nearby Jian Anning with excitement, opened his mouth wide, and despite being dressed in a handsome little suit, his chubby hands were constantly waving mischievously. His plump body wriggled in his mother’s arms, trying to break free and fall into hers, continuously calling, "pretty auntie", homonym: "beautiful auntie"!

"Don’t move around, you little rascal!" Zhao Ziyin scolded, giving him a playful smack on his bottom. Mo Yangyang inherited this trait from his father, always fixated on pretty women. As a cute and young child, all the adults adored him. This little one immensely enjoyed being cuddled by pretty women, and it’s hard to say how he’ll turn out in the future!

"It’s okay, let me hold him." Jian Anning couldn’t help but envy the lively Mo Yangyang. If only she could give birth to such a healthy and vivacious little baby.

Last time when she held Mo Yangyang, she soon found herself pregnant afterward. Wouldn’t that mean that continuing to hug this big, healthy little fellow might also bring her—no, two clever and healthy little ones?

Even at over one year old, Mo Yangyang weighed nearly thirty pounds, with his chubby hands resembling lotus roots. When Jian Anning held him, she found him a bit heavy, yet Mo Yangyang settled comfortably, smiling as he nestled further into her embrace.

"He’s very heavy, right? Most people can’t even lift him." Zhao Ziyin expressed concern. To be honest, Mo Yangyang was considered an overweight child, and being so plump might hinder his development. However, this kid was naturally a foodie, unbelievably chunky.

"No problem, he’s sturdy." Jian Anning genuinely envied Mo Yangyang as he joyfully pawed at her, his little feet stomping firmly on her legs. "If the two inside me could be the same, that would be wonderful."