She cursed Qin Xiangmei, and didn’t leave Song Wang out either.
Of course, Qin Xiangyang and his sister were also included, especially Qin Xiangyang. She simply hated him: a man not as good as her son, yet he got into the military academy, married a teacher with a decent family background, and even had a son. But what is that thing Pengfei married? A wretched woman, a downright harridan, not even capable of bearing a child.
Hu Li’s cursing voice came intermittently from the living room, worsening Qin Xiangmei’s mood,
With a smack, she seized the lamp from the bedside and threw it to the ground, startling Hu Li outside. Content originally comes from novel⦿fire.net
It took some time for Hu Li outside to react.
"Qin Xiangmei, have you gone mad?" Unable to open the door, Hu Li kicked it out of frustration.
But Qin Xiangmei’s face remained cold, her hand resting on her bulging stomach. She smiled, but behind that smile was a bone-chilling coldness.
As long as you are born, that’s all I need. Yes, once you’re born, no one can touch my status, my identity, or my money...
Outside, it was unclear whether it was the late autumn shedding or the desolation of winter, as all the fresh colors had faded. There seemed to be a mist starting to form; perhaps tomorrow, the fog would really set in. Now in the Capital City, there was no mention of smog; what was called fog was actual fog, white fog...
Qin Xiangnuan rubbed her neck, feeling soreness. At that moment, a hand landed on her shoulder, skillfully massaging it.
"Does it hurt again?"
"Not too bad," Qin Xiangnuan leaned on Jian Zhiqing’s legs, slightly squinting her eyes. She had been drawing for a long time yesterday and was a bit tired. She wanted to finish next year’s designs as much as possible before her stomach got even bigger, so she wouldn’t have to worry about operations during childbirth.
Moreover, she had just started collaborating with a new company and no matter what, she couldn’t afford to cause any issues, as it would impact their credibility.
Fortunately, she had some surplus from before, enough to cover the sales volume for the four seasons of the year.
"Get some good sleep," Jian Zhiqing’s hand was still on her shoulder. He could feel the girl’s shoulder muscles were quite stiff, wondering how long it had been since she’d relaxed. However, he knew this was necessary work; Qin Xiangnuan has always been like that. It wasn’t that she refused to listen to advice, but that she had her own thoughts and bottom line. She wouldn’t be willing to cross it.
"Okay," Qin Xiangnuan lightly responded, turned over, and naturally placed her hand on her belly, a habit she had developed over the months. With two little ones growing inside her, she increasingly felt the strain. Sometimes she thought about when she could give birth to these two ’balls’, but she was also reluctant to let go. The children were now part of her bloodline, a satisfying and proud product of her own flesh and blood.
Jian Zhiqing gently stroked her hair, sighing softly. His handsome eyes filled with a trace of heartache; the girl had gained weight recently, but only around her belly. Her limbs were still slender. He wondered how someone could have such a physique, gaining weight only in the belly. He was worried that her body might not be able to take it.
If it were not for Li Li, who reassured him for the Nth time that this was normal and everyone’s physical condition was different, he would be truly worried, probably unable to sleep at all.
The girl slept soundly, and Jian Zhiqing sat there without moving, not caring if his legs were numb.
Until Qin Nuan’s dense eyelashes quivered, and she awoke.
She clutched Jian Zhiqing’s clothes, and Jian Zhijing also helpfully assisted her up.
"Are you hungry?" Jian Zhiqing touched her face—a little red-faced and with a confused look, like an adorable little cat from who knows where.
"A bit," Qin Xiangnuan touched her stomach.
"Brother Jian, your son is hungry."
"It’s a daughter," Jian Zhiqing tucked the stray hairs behind her ear. It was always ; whenever Qin Xiangnuan said it was a son, he insisted it was a daughter, even Jian Ming and Li Qiuhua would tell everyone they were expecting two granddaughters, and the baby items prepared at home were all for girls. Grandma also said having a girl is good, they are sweet and lovable, just like her when she was little. As soon as Tuantuan from her elder brother’s family arrived, he would touch her belly, never ceasing to mention "sister." Each time, Qin Xiangnuan wondered if, after a few months when these two children were born, they’d be unloved and uncared for—who could she blame for that? If blame had to be assigned, it would fall on the Jians’ excellent feng shui; wishing to welcome a little girl was tough.
So, she could only secretly prepare clothes for the two little boys, not daring to be too obvious, choosing garments both boys and girls could wear. However, Li Qiuhua always complained the clothes she bought weren’t bright enough and weren’t pretty on little girls.
Qin Xiangnuan could only wryly smile. Well, if they ended up having two baby boys, could they even wear bright clothes?
She leaned languidly on Jian Zhijing’s shoulder, having just woken up but now feeling tired again. She closed her eyes wanting to sleep, yet her stomach was hungry.
"Brother Jian, I’m so hungry."
And her stomach grumbled right on cue.
Jian Zhiqing patted her little face, wondering if slapping might wake her up a bit more, "Do you want to eat at home or go out?"
"Out," Qin Xiangnuan was craving hot and sour rice noodles.
"Brother Jian, I want to eat hot and sour rice noodles. The really sour and spicy kind," her mouth watered at the thought, and her eyes shone brightly.
"Alright then," Jian Zhiqing picked up her clothes and helped her dress. "You crave sour and spicy every day. People say sour foods suggest a boy and spicy a girl; could it be twins, one of each?" In reality, he also wished for boy-girl twins, so they would have the best of both worlds, although he would prefer to have two cute little girls.
"Who knows?" Qin Xiangnuan shrugged her shoulders. Anyway, she would absolutely not reveal this secret until the very last moment. Keeping it a secret was also part of the joy.
Jian Zhiqing took her to a restaurant outside and ordered her favorite hot and sour rice noodles.
"Take a bite," Qin Xiangnuan pushed the bowl forward.
Seeing the layer of red chili oil floating on top, Jian Zhiqing felt his scalp tingle; it must be really spicy. Although he could handle spicy food, it wasn’t right to eat —it would make his mouth breathe fire.
However, his little girl blinked her eyes; although she didn’t speak, those shiny clear pupils, little rosy lips, and that indescribable expression clearly said, "Hurry up and taste it, taste it, taste it. It’s very delicious; I promise it won’t kill you."
Jian Zhiqing had no choice but to pick up the bowl and reluctantly took a sip of the broth.