Chapter 1035: Chapter 1035: Surname Shang, Given Name Yin, Courtesy Name Wenzan A month and a half later, on the Double Seven Festival, ten days before Li Qiao’s due date. At four in the morning, she was suddenly awakened by a sharp pain. The light in the bedroom was dim, and Li Qiao frowned and kept taking deep breaths. Even such a slight movement immediately startled Shang Yu. The man suddenly opened his eyes, propped up his upper body, and looked at Li Qiao beside him, “What’s wrong? Stomach hurts?” Li Qiao’s forehead was already covered in a thin layer of sweat, “Hmm, it seems like the baby is coming…” The due date hadn’t arrived yet. They had planned to go to the hospital a week early to wait for the delivery, but it seemed the little one couldn’t wait. “To the hospital, don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to the hospital.” Shang Yu, shirtless and not even wearing slippers, carefully picked up Li Qiao and rushed to the hospital. In the early morning light of the Double Seven Festival, the Qiao Mansion was in chaos. At the Yan Emperor Private Hospital, Li Qiao was wheeled into the delivery room at eight in the morning. Shang Yu stood tensely at the door of the delivery room, his face dark and grim. The Li family couple hurried over with baby supplies as soon as they got the news. Li Jun and Zong Yue also couldn’t care about work and rushed to the hospital, waiting anxiously. The little one in Qiaoqiao’s belly was the Li family’s first grandchild. Meanwhile, many people received the news, but some couldn’t return, like He Chen, who was in Parma. At eight thirty, Shang Yu received a call. On the other end, He Chen spoke unusually seriously, “All women go through this; your sister-in-law has good health. Stay calm, when she leaves the delivery room, she’ll need your care.” Shang Yu didn’t speak, but his trembling fingers betrayed his anxiety and fear. He Chen was one of the few who knew the details of Shang Yu’s treatment in Parma. His illness seemed cured, but if anything happened to Li Qiao, there was a risk of relapse. Especially during this dangerous childbirth moment, given Shaoyan’s concern for Li Qiao, it might trigger some of his sensitive nerves. At this moment, sensing Shang Yu’s increasingly heavy breathing, He Chen pursed his lips and warned, “Shaoyan, the old man is already on a plane and should arrive at the South Sea by noon. To avoid worrying him and your sister-in-law, please stay calm for me.” Shang Yu closed his eyes and after a long pause, responded hoarsely, “Um, hanging up now.” He Chen glanced at the disconnected phone, leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. After a moment, he called his confidant, Ah Yong, “Arrange a flight back to the South Sea as soon as possible.” “Brother Chen?” Ah Yong scratched his head hesitantly, “There’s the negotiation with the He Family in the afternoon…” He Chen stood up, walked to the window, gazing at the sky breaking at dawn, and his long eyes flashed a steely light, “Postpone it. We’ll talk when I get back.” Ah Yong saw his determination and swallowed his words of persuasion, hurrying out to arrange the schedule. He Chen’s concerns weren’t unfounded. If any uncontrollable incident occurred during Li Qiao’s delivery, there would be no guarantee that Shaoyan’s illness wouldn’t relapse. In such a circumstance, few could control him. At ten in the morning, Li Qiao hadn’t come out yet. The delivery room light remained on, and Shang Yu’s handsome face was like a cold frost of winter. Li Guangming anxiously rubbed his hands, pacing on the spot, internally anxious, “Why isn’t my daughter out yet? And there’s no sound at all…” Unlike the operating room, delivery rooms often echo with the agonizing cries of mothers-to-be. Yet Li Qiao had been in there for two hours without making a sound. The waiting time became unbearably long, Shang Yu’s entire body visibly stiffened, his hands clenched into fists, never relaxing. At ten thirty, the delivery room light went out. Everyone’s hearts were suddenly in their throats. Moments later, a nurse holding the newborn pushed open the door, “Congratulations, Master Yan, on… oh, Master Yan, you can’t go in there yet…” The nurse only felt a gust of cold wind as the man’s dark silhouette disappeared into the delivery room. When Shang Yu walked in, he was greeted by a thick smell of blood. Li Qiao lay on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her face pallid as a sheet, except for a row of bloodied teeth marks on her lower lip. The doctor, facing away from the door, was finishing up. Shang Yu stiffly moved to her bedside, kneeling on one knee, his thumb gently caressing Li Qiao’s sweat-drenched cheek, “Qiaoqiao…” The sudden voice startled the nearby doctor, who quickly called out, “Master Yan.” Upon hearing his voice, Li Qiao’s eyelids quivered, and she opened her eyes to see the man’s bloodshot eyes. She smiled and said, “I’m okay.” Shang Yu leaned closer, pressing his cheek to hers, murmuring hoarsely in her ear, “Whether or not you’re okay, we’re not having another baby.” Li Qiao managed a weak smile, raising her hand to hook his finger, “Did you see him?” The man didn’t answer, gently stroking her cheek, his heart aching unbearably. Within ten minutes, Li Qiao was transferred to a ward, the little one nestled in her arm sleeping peacefully. At the same time, in the adjacent lounge, the midwife and doctor stood before Shang Yu, equivocal and stammering. Standing by the door, Luoyu timely reminded, “You all know whose hospital this is.” ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel~fire~net The doctors exchanged wary glances and reluctantly shared the truth. The reason Li Qiao’s labor took over two hours was due to the risk of umbilical cord strangulation during the baby’s birth. But Li Qiao was so resilient, biting her lip without making a sound, only instructing them to keep quiet about the delivery process when it was over. But with Master Yan, no one dared to disobey. Near noon, Shang Zonghai arrived in the South Sea. Upon entering the hospital, he saw the Li family couple sorting through baby items, while Li Qiao and his adorable grandson lay on the bed. Shang Zonghai moved quietly to the window, gently adjusting the little blanket, then turned to Li Guangming, “Is the girl okay?” Li Guangming stood up, nodded, and explained in a low voice, “The doctors said she’s fine, just exhausted; she hasn’t woken up yet.” Shang Zonghai turned to look at Li Qiao, sighing with concern, “Poor girl worked so hard. Where’s Shaoyan?” “He just stepped out. The childbirth scared him. Maybe he went to smoke.” Shang Zonghai pursed his lips, about to speak, when Li Guangming continued, “I asked Shaoyan earlier; he said the baby hasn’t been named yet. Do you think…” As the next heir of the Parma Shang clan, the Li couple didn’t dare to make decisions about the baby’s name on their own. Besides, both Shaoyan and Qiaoqiao are of the Parma overseas identity, so for this child… he must be included in the Shang family genealogy. At this moment, Shang Zonghai glanced at Wei Ang, who promptly pulled out a piece of Xuan paper from his pocket, “Patriarch Li, the young master’s name has been chosen by the master. Please have a look.” Li Guangming received the Xuan paper with both hands, unfolding it and subconsciously reading aloud, “23rd Generation of the Shang Family Lineage, surname Shang, given name Yin, courtesy name Wenzan.”