Mo Yan touched her belly again and turned to the man, "I don't know whether the one in my belly is a boy or girl. When we return to the city, should we invite someone to take a look?"
In the absence of modern medical equipment that could reveal the sex of an unborn child, experienced doctors and midwives could still make educated guesses based on the pregnant woman's condition. Though not entirely accurate, they often had a seventy to eighty percent certainty.
With his hands gently caressing his wife's semi-circular belly, a glint of hope flashed in Xiao Ruiyuan's eyes, "Your husband hopes for a daughter, one just like you."
"A daughter?" Mo Yan had never before heard the man explicitly express his longing for a daughter. Surprised, and with a touch of mischief, she asked, "My parents said the Xiao Family has few heirs and they are all hoping for a son from this pregnancy. If your wish for a daughter comes true and I don't want to give birth again, what then?"