Capítulo 959: Chapter 959: Almost Enough for a Full Mahjong Table
Pei Yuanchen’s expression froze for a moment.
He raised his head, looking at He Ziyi’s innocent and curious face across from him, and slowly exhaled.
This girl would be the death of him sooner or later; his estimation was spot on.
Zhixi’s mouth twitched, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to answer this question.
“Um… maybe.” She let out a dry laugh, “I’m not really sure…”
“But sis-in-law, Xiaobao’s uncle’s brother should also be your brother.” Ziyi was very confused.
Zhixi’s mouth twitched even more severely… She wanted to say she had absolutely no interest in Pei Yuanchen’s brother… Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novᴇlfire.net
“Ziyi!” Liu Minjun finally spoke up, changing the subject with a cheerful smile, “There’s still a plate of fruit in the kitchen, could you help Mommy bring it over?”
“Oh, okay.” Ziyi immediately forgot the question and got up to go to the kitchen.
Liu Minjun put the fruit plate on the coffee table, sat down, and looked at Pei Yuanchen meaningfully.
Pei Yuanchen smiled nonchalantly, “Auntie, sorry to trouble you.”
As he spoke, he forked a piece of watermelon into his mouth and then popped a grape into Xiaobao’s mouth.
“I should be the one saying that.” Liu Minjun looked at him deeply, “Ziyi is immature, apologies for any trouble.”
Pei Yuanchen calmly responded, “You’re too polite.”
Zhixi looked at his nonchalant expression, sincerely admiring his thick-skinned demeanor.
At this moment, He Jingyao and He Yirong also came over.
He Jingyao looked normal, but He Yirong’s face didn’t look so good, though he still smiled and greeted Pei Yuanchen, assuming the host’s stance and started chatting with him.
He Jingyao sat down next to Zhixi, wrapping one hand around her waist and placing the other on her belly.
During this time, this had become his habitual action.
“Are you tired?” he asked softly.
Zhixi shook her head with a smile, “Sitting here, how could I be tired?”
“Dinner is still a while away, how about I carry you upstairs for a nap, hmm?” he asked in a low voice.
Zhixi glanced at Pei Yuanchen, seeing him calmly chatting with He Yirong, she couldn’t help but smile and nodded gently.
He Jingyao carried her back to the room, letting her lean against him.
“Isn’t lying down uncomfortable too?” He Jingyao placed a hand on her belly, his brow furrowed.
“Well… it’s okay.” Zhixi thought for a moment, “I’ve gotten used to it, so it’s no big deal.”
He Jingyao held her hand, not speaking for a moment, but his face still looked grim.
As her pregnancy progressed, he became more and more anxious. On one hand, the sight of her hugely swollen belly was daunting, making him wish the two little ones would just come out already. On the other hand, fearing the risks of childbirth, he was scared that one day she might suddenly go into labor.
Seeing his gloomy face, Zhixi couldn’t help but chuckle, “Jingyao, don’t worry, I’m really doing fine. You’ve taken good care of me.”
This pregnancy hadn’t been too difficult for her; her morning sickness wasn’t severe and she rarely experienced the common ailments of pregnancy.
Compared to when she was pregnant with Xiaobao, this time, she really didn’t feel it was particularly tough.
Mainly because, most of the time, this man was by her side, barely leaving her side.
He Jingyao lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it, his voice hoarse, “Luckily, we don’t have to go through this again, three is nearly enough for a mahjong table.”
His tone was tinged with disdain.