Wealthy Beauty in the 60s
Chapter 84 - 83: Yang Hua Gives Birth (Monthly Ticket 120+)

Chapter 84: Chapter 83: Yang Hua Gives Birth (Monthly Ticket 120+)

Someone suggested inviting Zheng Xianghong to help, as Zheng Xianghong had some medical knowledge, although less than the village midwife, she was extremely experienced in childbirth. However, how could Old Lady Gao and Lin Xuebi agree to this? They had always regarded Zheng Xianghong as a bearer of bad luck and were reluctant to even let her enter their house, regardless of the critical situation.

As dawn approached, Gao Guofu did mention it to Gao Guoqiang, who then said to Zheng Xianghong, "After all, it’s a matter of life and death, why don’t you take a look?"

Zheng Xianghong refused: "I can’t go, if I do, no matter whether the child is born safely or not, they will blame me later."

"Mom won’t allow it," Gao Jiaxing stated firmly.

Gao Jiazhi nodded too, "Unless grandma personally invites me, I cannot go."

Ultimately, it was about saving a life. Gao Jiazhi and Gao Jiaxing were not truly heartless, but since Old Lady Gao and Lin Xuebi had not come over from the old house, they clearly did not want her mother to go.

As dawn was nearly upon them, Gao Jianmin couldn’t help but came over to plead, but Gao Jiazhi and Gao Jiaxing still stopped her from going.

Zheng Xianghong hesitated, but her son was also right. Old Lady Gao and Lin Xuebi had not come personally and clearly did not want her to come over. Moreover, she had sworn never to step into the old household again. Zheng Xianghong could only harden her heart and refuse. She had suffered too much from the old house over the years and feared getting involved in their affairs.

Thus, Zheng Xianghong declared: "I have said that I would rather die than go to the old house. All of you call me the unlucky star, so please do not come to me, lest everything is blamed on me. Besides, you only come to me now; I cannot guarantee that I can be of help. If you really want my help, bring your daughter-in-law here instead."

"Mom, my sister-in-law absolutely cannot deliver at my house," Gao Jiaxing was displeased. If Yang Hua was brought over, it could end in disaster, and they would still blame his mother.

"Your grandma and aunt won’t allow it." Zheng Xianghong understood Old Lady Gao and Lin Xuebi—after all, it was a matter of life. However, Zheng Xianghong also could not guarantee she could save her; she dared not have blood on her hands, for even if it cost her own life, she would not feel at ease.

As expected, Gao Jianmin returned unsuccessfully. He suggested Old Lady Gao invite someone else. Old Lady Gao flatly refused to allow Zheng Xianghong into the house.

Yang Hua, barely clinging to life, listened as Old Lady Gao and Lin Xuebi cursed and fumed beside her; at that moment, she truly despised them.

Fueled by this hatred, Yang Hua ultimately did give birth to the child, though it was a gruesome ordeal.

As Old Lady Gao and Lin Xuebi held Yang Hua’s newborn son, they burst into joyous laughter. At that time, apart from Gao Jianmin, no one attended to Yang Hua; the midwives cleaned her up and left after managing the soiled blood.

Finally, Yang Hua had safely delivered her child. The Gao family breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Xianghong looked up to the sky and prayed, feeling somewhat remorseful. Now that Yang Hua had given birth and both mother and child were safe, Zheng Xianghong also felt somewhat at ease.

News of Yang Hua’s childbirth spread to Youth Point, and many were happy for her. But soon, the underlying circumstances around Yang Hua’s childbirth also reached everyone’s ears. There were hardly any secrets in the village, let alone about Yang Hua’s childbirth. In addition to the midwives, many experienced women from the village had gone there.

Everyone deeply sympathized with Yang Hua, grateful that she had given birth to a son, otherwise the consequences would still be unknown.

With the fourth generation emerging in the old house, four generations under one roof, Old Lady Gao laughed heartily.

Lin Xuebi, holding her grandson, was also overjoyed.

In contrast to the laughter in the old house, it was quiet over at the Gao family’s place. Since the day Gao Jianmin had come and failed to invite Zheng Xianghong over, apart from Gao Guoqiang, it seemed as if all communication between the two houses had been cut off.

The most absurd thing was that when Gao Jianmin returned to the Gao family, Old Lady Gao had set up a fire pot at the entrance and made Gao Jianmin jump over it. Thus, when the child was born, both Old Lady Gao and Lin Xuebi wouldn’t let Gao Jianmin even glance at the baby. Gao Jianmin could only focus on Yang Hua.

The brutal sight of Yang Hua imprinted in Gao Jianmin’s eyes: her lower body was a ghastly sight. The terrifying aspect of childbirth strongly impacted Gao Jianmin, making his legs go weak.

As for Yang Hua, after waking, her entire being was gloomy, filled with as much bitterness as her heart could hold. Initially, she had wanted to go to the hospital for the childbirth, but both Old Lady Gao and Yang Xuebi were disinclined, as rural folks rarely go to hospitals for childbirth, hence Yang Hua could not fulfill her wish. Now, unable to even get out of bed after giving birth, she harbored extreme resentment.

At this time, Xia Xiao also received a letter from home. Her mother had given birth to a son during the first month of the lunar year; she had a little brother now.

Though she felt that another child added to the family burden, Xia Xiao was still extremely overjoyed about her little brother’s birth. She went to the county, used her cloth tickets to buy some fabric, and sent it back home as a welcome for her little brother.

Dong Meihua, seeing how happy Xia Xiao was, commented, "Your little brother is here now, who knows, your family might not dote on you anymore, they might even favor your little brother over you, and yet you are so happy."

Xia Xiao responded, "What of it? I still care for my little brother. I’ve grown up now, beyond the age where I need parental love. Now as a sister, it’s sufficient to care about my brother and look after the younger siblings."

Wang Aihua said, "Meihua is like a child who hasn’t grown up, still wanting to compete for affection with her younger siblings."

The people in the dormitory laughed. Though in their eyes, Dong Meihua was older and taller than Xia Xiao, she did not possess Xia Xiao’s maturity.

Dong Meihua pouted her lips; indeed, she felt uncomfortable. Her parents used to dote on her, but now they didn’t, with the arrival of her younger siblings.

"Meihua, then you just need to find someone who will cherish and love you," Xia Xiao said.

Yang Xuehua nodded, "Yes, find someone who treats you well."

Feng Ying commented, "Men are nice to you when they pursue you. Only after marrying them do you know if they really are good or not. It’s not possible to know now."

"Exactly, would you dare marry a man who doesn’t treat you well?" asked Dong Meihua.

Xia Xiao stated, "Some marriages are arranged by families, but since we are now away from home, at least we have the freedom to choose our own partners. So it’s crucial to choose carefully, as marriage is for life."

Sun Yuhua nodded in agreement, "That’s why we must see clearly before hastily marrying."

Wang Aihua remained silent; she was uninterested in this topic of marrying.

Ever since Yang Hua had given birth, couples at the Youth Point had been getting married in pairs. These days, weddings are conducted without a feast, merely officiated with both parties taking an oath.

Now at the Youth Point, the only single educated women left were those in Xia Xiao’s dorm and Xu Mei. The others had all married.

And Xia Xiao noticed, not knowing when it started, that Sun Yuhua had gotten close to Gao Jiazhi, which was truly bizarre.

Wasn’t Sun Yuhua the one who looked down on rural folks, and repeatedly expressed her reluctance to marry one? Now why was she, so close with Gao Jiazhi, even laughing and talking together?

Although Xia Xiao saw it, she kept silent because Sun Yuhua was easily embarrassed. If spoken to about it, she might even take offense.