Did she want her son to live in a room like the Princess Room?
But the one who had lied was her, and she felt embarrassed to contradict herself.
"It’s... fine ," she said uncomfortably. Tang Yuchen could tell she wasn’t satisfied and asked her what specifically she was dissatisfied with, but An Ruo refused to say.
He was speechless with annoyance. If she wouldn’t say, then so be it; after all, it wasn’t for her, as long as his daughter was happy!
Tang Yuchen and Lan Keren had been engaged for a while, and women asked him when the wedding would be. He made excuses about holding it next year, wanting to wait until the child was born before having the wedding.
Moreover, he needed to find time to tell her about An Ruo’s pregnancy.
Without resolving these issues, he didn’t want to get married.
After talking to Tang Yuchen that day, An Ruo felt more relieved, no longer dwelling on past pains and trying to calmly accept the fact that Tang Yuchen appeared before her.
She told herself that he was just the father of the child and had nothing to do with her, so, she shouldn’t think too much.
With a more relaxed mind, her days were much easier, and she was very leisurely every day.
As her belly gradually grew, An Ruo felt very tired when walking, became lazier, and liked to sit on the bed watching movies, reading books, and listening to music.
That noon, she leaned on the bed watching a movie as usual, continuously eating nuts and pickled plums.
Aunt Zhou had placed a glass of water next to her, and feeling thirsty, she picked up the glass to drink.
Just as she was about to drink, she suddenly felt a pain in her stomach. Startled, her hand trembled, and the glass tilted, spilling the water all over the bed.
An Ruo hurriedly put down the glass and touched her belly nervously, but then the pain didn’t return.
In fact, it wasn’t pain—it was just the little one inside her moving, which surprised her immensely.
Feeling the fabled fetal movement, An Ruo quickly got out of bed to find Aunt Zhou and excitedly shared the news. Aunt Zhou was very happy, saying that the baby moving was a good thing.
She also said that from now on, when the baby moved, An Ruo could try talking to him, and he would hear her voice.
There were such things?
An Ruo was even happier. She quickly sat on the sofa in the living room, picked up the phone, and shared the joy with Xia Nuo.
As they were talking joyfully, Tang Yuchen arrived. Aunt Zhou opened the door for him, and as he walked in, he could feel their joyful mood.
He smiled and asked what the happy occasion was about, and Aunt Zhou, ever the chatterbox, quickly spilled the beans.
The man’s eyes brightened, and he briskly sat next to An Ruo, stretching his hand to touch her belly.
An Ruo hung up the phone and brushed his hand away, saying indifferently, "It’s not moving anymore."
A trace of disappointment flashed in Tang Yuchen’s eyes. He hadn’t known about the baby’s sex right away, and now he hadn’t felt the baby’s first movements either; he felt so tragically unfortunate.
Dispirited, he withdrew his hand, and his gaze suddenly fell on her bare feet, his brows immediately furrowing, "Where are your shoes?"
An Ruo then realized in her excitement, she had forgotten to put on shoes and had run out.
"In the bedroom..." she said embarrassedly.
Tang Yuchen frowned and scolded her, "The weather is starting to get cold, and you’re walking around barefoot. Do you want to catch a cold?"
"I was too excited and forgot," An Ruo explained.
The man glanced at her, got up, and went to the bedroom to get her slippers.
After a while, he came out, placed the slippers at her feet, and waited for her to put on the shoes, then asked her to stand up.