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Chapter 4

Chapter 4: It Is Not Nice to Not Wear a Shirt
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Stroke her stomach clockwise to minimize her tension and restlessness,” Shen Mochen said in a dignified tone.

“Okay.” Shui Miaomiao let the pregnant lady lean against her, and her left hand gently massaged her abdomen. “Don’t be nervous,” she said comfortingly and softly. “Take it easy. We’re in the car now, and we’ll be at the hospital soon.”

The pregnant woman regained some of her senses. She gritted her teeth and mumbled to Shui Miaomiao, “Call my husband. My phone is in the bag. The password for the lock screen is 1234. He’s at work near the maternity hospital.”

“Okay.” Shui Miaomiao took the phone out of the pregnant lady’s bag. She found the contact with the name Hubby in the frequent contact list and dialed the number.

“Hi, your wife’s in labor and is on her way to the maternity hospital… You’re welcome.” Shui Miaomiao hung up the phone and continued to gently massage the pregnant woman’s belly.

Shen Mochen looked at Shui Miaomiao in the rear mirror.

Her head was tilted to one side, and her body was bent over. Her hair was hanging down, and it covered half of her face. Her whole being was covered with a unique sense of femininity and gentle beauty. She was quiet like a shadow, with the ability to make others feel calm and warm.

Shen Mochen’s eyes flashed, and his gaze became more intense.

They had nearly reached the maternity hospital on Bo’ai road.

Ningchuan was a bustling city, with a lot of traffic during rush hour.

It was lunchtime, and the traffic was at a standstill.

The pregnant woman must have felt that the car was stuck in the middle of the road. She quickly became nervous as her stomach began to feel more painful.

She grasped Shui Miaomiao’s shirt desperately and pulled at it hard, managing to sit up. “I can’t wait any longer,” she moaned. “I’m going to give birth now! Ah…”

The force of the pregnant woman made the buttons on Shui Miaomiao’s shirt all snap off. Her shirt was wide open, revealing her fair skin and lacy purple bra.

Shui Miaomiao quickly held onto the side of her open shirt. There was no time to deal with her situation now. She saw scarlet blood spreading out from the pregnant lady’s light blue skirt.

Shui Miaomiao’s eyes’ widened, and she felt a flash of panic. She hurriedly patted Shen Mochen’s shoulder. “Hurry up!” she anxiously urged him. “She’s bleeding. She’s probably going to give birth at any moment…”

Shen Mochen looked at the stationary vehicles in front of him. A sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, “There’s no time. I’ll carry her in.”

Shen Mochen decisively parked the car at the side of the road and got out. He pulled the back door open and glanced in Shui Miaomiao’s direction.

She had tied a knot to fasten her shirt at the bottom, revealing her slim waist. She had a great figure, and it could now be seen clearly.

Her skin was as white as snow, and between the two white snowballs of her breasts, her cleavage was deep.

She had a natural yet sexy figure that would attract a lot of attention.

In particular, the tattoo on her waist was like a distorted windmill, red, and coquettish.

Shen Mochen knew that it was a devil snare flower, and the flower’s meaning was no Emotions, no Love.

There was a flash of light in his brilliant eyes. He swiftly took off his suit jacket, threw it to Shui Miaomiao and ordered, “Put it on.”

After saying this, he did not look at her anymore. He bent down, helped the pregnant woman out, and ran toward the maternity hospital.

It was an emergency. Shui Miaomiao did not act in a melodramatic way and put on his jacket.

The jacket had the refreshing smell of mint.

His faint residual warmth passed through her skin to her body.

It was not the right time for Shui Miaomiao to deal with the strange feeling in the heart. She took the pregnant lady’s bag out of the car. Then she quickly walked to the driver’s door to take out the car keys. She locked the car and ran after Shen Mochen.