MWMM Chapter 102: Save the Mother, or the Child?

The labor pains came without warning.

Yan Yuzhou’s stomach began to hurt suddenly and sharply, even though he still had a full month before his due date.

Usually, when the baby kicked and it hurt, he would grit his teeth and endure it in silence. But this time… this pain was something else entirely. He couldn’t hold it in.

No joke—he finally understood that childbirth really was agony. And this was only the contractions. In less than a minute, his face had turned ghostly pale, sweat beading on his forehead.

Shen Ci was the first to notice something was wrong. Normally unshakable in the business world, the powerful CEO found himself flustered and disoriented in this moment.

He fumbled between calling a car or carrying his delicate little wife himself. Thankfully, Sister Song’s years of experience took over. She calmly instructed President Shen through every step, helping him get everything ready before assisting him in getting his wife into the ambulance.

By then, Yan Yuzhou’s pain had blurred his mind. In his haze, he thought he smelled Shen Ci’s pheromones—warm and radiant like the sun, wrapping around him completely and offering him comfort. It even seemed to ease the pain a little.

“Shen Ci,” he mumbled weakly from the stretcher, fingers clutching the front of Shen Ci’s shirt, lips barely moving.

Shen Ci leaned in to hear better.

“I miss you…” his trembling voice said.

A surge of emotion overwhelmed Shen Ci. He knew exactly who Yan Yuzhou was missing. The version of him that had once spoiled this omega to the core.

He watched the person he loved biting his lip in pain and felt his own heart clench.

Just how good had the past version of him been to this omega, that in such a helpless, vulnerable moment… these were the words he cried out?

Defeat. Sorrow. Bitterness—waves of it crashed over him.

Even so, he husked out gently, “Zhouzhou, don’t be scared. We’re almost at the hospital. You’re going to be just fine.”

Neither of them realized that this was the first time since losing his memory that Shen Ci had called him by that name—Zhouzhou.

Yan Yuzhou was wheeled into the operating room by a team of medical staff. Shen Ci was left outside, unable to follow. Time stretched endlessly.

Eventually, the doctor came out, drenched in sweat, and the first person he saw was President Shen—who hadn’t moved a single step from where he’d been standing.

The doctor rushed up, pulling down his mask. “President Shen, your wife’s condition has worsened—there’s severe bleeding. If we continue with a natural birth, hs life may be at risk. In this situation… if it comes down to it, do we save the mother or the child?”

He paused, then added, “We asked your wife just now, and he said—save the child.”

Then he waited for Shen Ci’s decision.

Moments passed. The doctor noticed—this man, who appeared so cold and unshakable, was actually trembling ever so slightly.

Then came Shen Ci’s firm, unmistakable voice, like an unyielding command from the battlefield—resolute, absolute.

“Don’t listen to my wife. Do everything—everything—to save him. As for the child… whatever happens, happens.”

And then he added, quietly but with steel in his tone:

“My wife must not suffer even the slightest harm.”

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Three days had passed since Yan Yuzhou gave birth, but the memory of that terrifying day still lingered, sending chills down his spine.

When the bleeding wouldn’t stop, he could clearly feel the life draining from his body. He could hear the doctors and nurses around him murmuring urgent medical terms, and even in his hazy state, he understood that his condition was critical. So when the doctor asked for his opinion, he gritted his teeth and insisted: save the child.

After all, Shen Ci cared so much about the baby. If anything happened to the child, Shen Ci would be devastated, wouldn’t he?

But even in that dazed moment, he’d heard it—Shen Ci’s voice from outside the delivery room, firm and resolute:
“My wife must not suffer even the slightest harm.”

That sentence had echoed in his ears for three days now. And in those three days, he kept wondering—had he misheard it?

Just as he was lost in thought, someone walked into the hospital room, snapping him out of it. Yan Yuzhou looked up, and a small, involuntary smile curved his lips.
“Xiao Mu, you’re here?”

Xiao Mu, whom he hadn’t seen in a while, looked even more radiant than before. Since his debut, he’d become a hot topic, and with Chiyu Entertainment pouring resources into his promotion, he was now a blazing star—almost impossible to see without an appointment.

Xiao Mu removed his baseball cap and mask, and with a bright laugh, rushed over to hug him tightly.
“Zhouzhou! I vanish for a little while and you go and become a dad?! I just saw your baby in the incubator—he’s insanely adorable!”

Yan Yuzhou couldn’t help the proud smile that blossomed on his lips. That little one—born from the edge of death—was worth everything.
Shen Ci must be satisfied with him, right?

“And what about you?” Yan Yuzhou teased, his eyes gleaming. The media had been buzzing lately with rumors about Xiao Mu and another rising alpha actor. “That rumor with that talented heartthrob—is it real or not?”

Xiao Mu’s smile stiffened slightly, but then he shrugged as if it didn’t matter.
“My team thinks it’s good for my popularity, so whatever. Doesn’t matter who I’m with, right?”

He said it flippantly, but Yan Yuzhou could see right through him. The bitterness beneath that smile was too familiar.

Han Yun…
That high-and-distant man who stood atop the industry. Probably still the biggest, unreachable sore spot in Xiao Mu’s heart.

“Where’s your President Shen?” Xiao Mu quickly changed the subject.

“He’s probably on the phone with Sister Song,” Yan Yuzhou replied calmly.

Ever since the baby was born, Shen Ci had taken over his care personally—going so far as to work with Sister Song to customize a postpartum meal plan. At every mealtime, he’d call home to check what Sister Song was preparing for him.

Fine. When it came to attentiveness—no complaints there.

Still, Yan Yuzhou couldn’t help but think—Shen Ci’s attentiveness was nothing more than a reward for having safely delivered the child.

He rested a hand on his now-flat stomach and let out a bitter chuckle. Maybe once the postpartum month was over, Shen Ci would stop caring so much.

He spent a cheerful moment chatting with Xiao Mu in the hospital room. But as soon as Xiao Mu left, a nurse came in for the routine checkup.

His physical recovery was progressing well—each day better than the last, with all indicators normal.

After finishing the checkup, the nurse glanced at Yan Yuzhou, hesitated for a second, then asked with a tinge of awkwardness,
“Why hasn’t the baby’s alpha father visited him even once since the birth?”

Yan Yuzhou was momentarily stunned. He thought he must’ve misheard. Softly, uncertainly, he asked,
“I—I’m sorry, what did you say?”

The nurse spread her hands in a helpless gesture.
“I’ve seen your husband these past few days—he’s always here in your room, watching over you. But the baby… he hasn’t gone to see him even once. It’s always your housekeeper who goes.

“The baby was born a month early—even though he’s healthy, we can’t afford to be careless. In the incubator, if the parents visit often, the baby can feel it. That emotional connection helps them grow stronger.”

Then, under Yan Yuzhou’s confused and slightly disbelieving gaze, she added gently,
“But your husband… not even once?”

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