Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon

Chapter 1195: Early Bout of Milk Production



Gu Zi leaned over, her voice filled with quiet concern. "Eat a little more, will you? You’ve been running around nonstop these past few days, doing everything yourself. After dinner, go upstairs and get some rest."

Su Shen picked up a piece of braised pork rib, took a bite, and smiled at her indulgently. "Silly girl. I’m your husband. You’re the one carrying our baby—if I don’t take care of things, who else will? Don’t overthink. Just relax."

Gu Zi beamed. She nodded obediently, waiting until he finished his meal. As soon as he set his chopsticks down, Lin Cheng—ever considerate—stepped in and took over the task of clearing the table.

Upstairs, Su Shen ran a warm bath and guided Gu Zi gently into the bathroom. She’d deliberately encouraged him to rest earlier tonight—after so many days of nonstop running about, even someone with his stamina was bound to wear out. She worried about him, perhaps more than he realized.

But just as he emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, something unexpected happened—again. Gu Zi felt that familiar fullness in her chest, a swelling pressure building beneath her skin. Her breasts were tender, aching, and she could feel dampness collecting at the tips.

She had experienced this once before—an early bout of milk production—and recognized the sensation immediately. At first, she tried to bear with it, hoping it would pass, but the pressure only grew, until even her slight wince stirred Su Shen, who had just laid down.

He sat up, instantly alert. "Lie down," he said softly. He propped her head up with a pillow and leaned over her, his brows furrowed in concern. With great care, he helped her out of her top, his calloused hands cradling her breasts tenderly. His voice was husky. "The doctor said the pain’s from blocked milk ducts. Hang in there, I’ll take care of it."

Su Shen pressed gently, fingers warm and firm as they moved in practiced motions. Back when Gu Zi had just gotten pregnant, he’d made it his mission to study everything—pregnancy, delivery, even lactation massage techniques—just so she’d suffer less when the time came.

If you find any errors ( Ads popup, ads redirect, broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.

Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.