"Zhouzhou is really amazing; he’ll definitely be a great big brother in the future," Su Xiangyi praised.
Zhouzhou, now old enough to understand adult conversations, couldn’t help but raise a slight smile at the corners of his mouth when he heard this.
"I’ll take good care of my little brother or sister," Zhouzhou continued.
The crowd laughed again, and after the laughter subsided, they resumed their cheerful chatting.
Ye Wanwan finished her bath and sat down at the head of the bed, while Shen Yi helped her apply pregnancy oil. Ye Wanwan stared at her belly, and suddenly looked up at Shen Yi, "Do you guess it’s a boy or a girl this time?"
"Boy or girl, both are fine," Shen Yi replied with just one glance at Ye Wanwan, then lowered his head and continued to carefully apply the pregnancy oil.
Ye Wanwan continued, "But which would you prefer, a boy or a girl?"
Shen Yi originally wanted to say both were fine since that was truly what he thought; whether a boy or a girl didn’t matter, as both would be his and Ye Wanwan’s child.
But before he could voice this sentiment, Shen Yi paused and then looked up at Ye Wanwan, saying earnestly, "Privately, I do wish for a girl a bit more, but who can be certain about these things?"
"I knew you’d definitely prefer a girl," Ye Wanwan said, glancing at Shen Yi with a hint of coquettish reproach in her eyes.
When she was pregnant with Zhouzhou, Shen Yi hadn’t yet recovered his memory and didn’t know about Zhouzhou’s existence; back then, Shen Yi had hoped that the baby in her belly was a daughter.
Unfortunately, Shen Yi’s wish didn’t come true later on.
Shen Yi laughed, closed the lid of the oil jar, and looked at Ye Wanwan with a soft voice, "In the end, it’s because it’s our child, how could I not look forward to it?"
"Smooth talker," Ye Wanwan commented.
Shen Yi didn’t say much more, just smiled and stood up, putting the pregnancy oil away.
As time passed by, Ye Wanwan’s belly grew larger and larger. Zhouzhou watched his mother’s belly swell and eagerly anticipated the arrival of his little brother or sister every day.
However, before the little one in Ye Wanwan’s belly could be born, Song Ziyi was the first to send news that she was about to deliver.
Ye Wanwan was already in the late stages of pregnancy, and Shen Yi spent most of the time handling work from home, resorting to other methods when it wasn’t possible.
That afternoon, Ye Wanwan had just woken up from her nap when a servant brought over some cut fruit. She and Shen Yi sat together on the sofa, eating fruit and watching a variety show.
Suddenly, Ye Wanwan’s phone rang. She picked it up and saw a group message from Song Ziyi.
Song Ziyi had sent a voice message, but since Ye Wanwan and Shen Yi never had any secrets, Ye Wanwan played it out loud without hesitation.
The next instant, Ye Wanwan heard Song Ziyi’s roar coming from the phone: "Wanwan! I’m about to give birth, hurry up and bring my son-in-law to the hospital to see his wife!"
Apart from Song Ziyi’s roar, there was also Ji Yunting’s somewhat anxious voice, "What nonsense are you talking about, do you still have the heart to play with your phone right now?"
The next voice message played automatically, "Wanwan, hurry up and bring Zhouzhou to the hospital!"
"How can we miss such a meaningful moment!"
"Ziyi is about to give birth?" Ye Wanwan’s eyes widened as she turned to look at Shen Yi beside her.
Shen Yi nodded, "It seems that way from the voice message."
Ye Wanwan was stunned for a few seconds, and when she came to her senses, her face wore an expression of helpless acceptance.