"Ah..."
Su Yun was jolted awake by the pain.
Before she could even process what was happening, another contraction washed over her.
"AHHH—"
"Push! Take a deep breath, the baby’s head is crowning."
Hearing this, Su Yun pushed instinctively—
"It’s out! It’s out," the midwife shouted happily. "It’s a boy."
She deftly cut the umbilical cord and gave the little baby a firm slap on the bottom.
A loud wail immediately rang out. "WAAH..."
Su Yun, who had been on the verge of fainting, heard her baby’s cry.
She bit down hard on her tongue, and the sharp pain instantly cleared her head—
And she understood her situation. ’Have I been reborn? Am I back on the day I gave birth?’
Whether this was a dream born of unwilling obsession or true rebirth, it didn’t matter.
She would never again allow her child to be swapped.
"Give me the baby." Her voice was exceptionally urgent.
Hearing this, the midwife said, "The baby was just born and I’ve only just cut the cord. Let me clean him up first—"
Su Yun’s gaze was insistent, her tone sharpening. "Give him to me."
The midwife was taken aback by her urgency.
"Alright, you can have a look first. I’ll wash him in a little while—"
She just assumed it was because Su Yun was a new mother, especially fond of her child.
Su Yun took the baby and held him tightly.
When she saw his wailing, wrinkled little face—tears began to stream uncontrollably down her own.
This was the child who had been swapped away by her sister in her previous life, the child who had been horribly abused and died prematurely at the tender age of fifteen.
Seeing her suddenly burst into tears, the midwife quickly said,
"Hey, Su Yun, you’ve only just given birth! You mustn’t cry. It’ll be bad for your eyes later on."
Su Yun couldn’t stop her tears. ’This is my son, who suffered so much!’
In her previous life, she had fainted during childbirth.
As a result, Su Tong, who was giving birth in the next room, had swapped their babies.
After taking her son, Su Tong did not treat him well—she either beat or cursed the boy, and he was never properly fed or clothed.
Her own son had lived in such misery, and at the age of fifteen—that frail, skinny boy had accidentally drowned.
And she, in turn, had meticulously cared for Su Tong’s son, raising him to be a successful man.
But in the end, someone with a rotten core will always be vicious.
At the age of fifty, she had accidentally learned the truth—that her real son was the skinny boy who had drowned so young.
The boy she had raised was actually Su Tong’s biological son.
Mother and son had long since recognized each other—and that "wonderful son" she had poured her heart and soul into raising actually conspired with Su Tong to kill her after the secret was exposed.
The heavens had eyes—they had let her be reborn.
Looking down at her son, tears blurred her vision even more.
"My son, in this life, I won’t let you suffer even a little bit."
The baby’s cries were loud.
This made her a little anxious.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and Su’s mother walked in.
"What is it?"
The midwife immediately replied, "Su Yun had a son, just like Su Tong. Your two daughters have really made you proud."
The moment Su’s mother heard it was a son, she walked straight to the bedside.
"Su Yun, you’ve just given birth. I’ll take the baby and give him a wash."
With that, she reached out to take the child.
Su Yun’s eyes were ice-cold. "No need. I’ll do it myself—"
’I will never give this woman another chance to touch my child.’
When Su’s mother heard this, her face instantly filled with displeasure.
"Su Yun, what’s wrong with you? The baby’s born, why are you just holding him like that? Can’t you hear how hard he’s crying? Give him to me, now."