Little Rich Woman Gave Birth to Herself

Once the full examination was over, the nurse placed the sleeping Little Princess into the prepared stroller, which immediately drew another crowd of onlookers.

People could not help touching her little hands and talking to her, though they did not dare speak too loudly. The feeling was truly marvelous.

Jiang Qin, meanwhile, leaned back on the sofa, yawning nonstop. Somehow, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

After working all day and then remaining highly tense for several hours during the delivery, he had been unable to hold out much longer. Once he saw that his daughter and Little Rich Woman were safe and sound, the exhaustion came rushing over him.

In his hazy state, Jiang Qin seemed to have a dream.

The sun shone brightly in the dream, the weather was warm, and the breeze was gentle. It even seemed as though a rainbow hung across the horizon.

A miniature version of Little Rich Woman ran across the green lawn, her braids swinging back and forth behind her.

She looked exactly like the Little Rich Woman he had seen in the photo album at his aunt's house. The only difference was that there was something sly in her eyes. One look was enough to tell that the girl was extraordinarily clever.

"That's my daughter."

"She's the daughter of Feng Nanshu and me."

Jiang Qin did not know whether he was walking, running, or floating in the dream. In any case, his gaze followed her the entire way, and he watched her grow slowly after running a few steps.

Then she entered school with a little backpack, placed her textbooks on the desk, folded her hands, sat up straight, and stared at the blackboard with a pair of bright eyes.

Before Jiang Qin could get a proper look, the bell