Wei Shumin tried to push him out twice but was unsuccessful. She was a bit anxious, "The obstetric room has blood stains, it's bad luck to touch them."
"What's with this talk of good luck and bad luck? I'm not afraid."
Out of concern for his wife, Lin Jinhao stubbornly decided not just to stay, but also dragged a chair over to sit by the bed.
"You're as stubborn as a mule."
Wei Shumin teased him with a smile, but her heart and eyes were filled with sweetness.
"Eighth Master, could you please move a bit? The maids need to change the bedding."
Zizhu walked into the obstetric room with two maids and came to the bedside cheerfully.
"Go ahead."
Lin Jinhao readily agreed, and gently lifted up his wife with the bedding.
Zizhu was used to their intimate interactions, so she just chuckled.
The remaining maids kept their eyes down shyly, too embarrassed to look up.
Wei Shumin blushed and gave him a punch, annoyed.
"Hee hee."