Chapter 1251 - 1248: Pregnancy Diary 3

He gently stroked her face, which had recently taken on a slightly pale yellow hue, utterly incomparable to the beauty she exhibited at her peak. Women suffer in this way: pregnancy, childbirth, their youth fades quicker than men’s, they are naturally at a biological disadvantage... It’s not something you can deny just because you want to.

He felt very compassionate and said softly, "Xixi, I feel like you’re acting a bit weird."

"What’s wrong?"

"I suddenly realized you haven’t called me Brother Donglin for a long time. You used to call me that often..."

She was startled, her face blushing.

He noticed something suspicious, immediately inquiring, "Why did you stop calling me that?"

She hesitated, stumbling over her words, "One time, I heard Chuchu calling you that on the phone... Hmph, once someone else calls you that, of course, I won’t be happy..."

He rolled his eyes, "I see. But back when Zhou Ting and the others appeared, you didn’t mind at all, did you? Zhou Ting was my fiancée then. I never saw you minding even a bit."

She scoffed, "I didn’t like you back then. Who cared about Zhou Ting or Li Ting? Even if you had ten thousand women, I wouldn’t mind..."

"Oh, so now you do like me?"

"Now you’re mine. Of course, I don’t like other women eyeing you like a tiger watching its prey. Hmph, next time I find someone like Chuchu or Wang Chuchu, I’ll make sure to crush her immediately..."

He laughed heartily, though inwardly delighted, gently holding her, placing his hands tenderly on her belly, "Silly girl, stop overthinking. I’ll be with you every day; there won’t be any chance to go out and do anything. You can rest a million hearts."

She murmured leisurely, "Actually, I’ve already rested completely assured. I have absolute confidence in myself."

He was curious, "Really? That confident?"

"I have so many assets, truly a wealthy woman. If anyone dares to annoy me, I’ll split it all in anger. As a rich woman, would I fear not being able to live a glamorous life? Haha, let’s see who suffers loss then..."

He was speechless, losing his smile.

She blinked, her expression fierce, "Big macho, you’ve given me such an Imperial Sword. If I don’t use it to threaten you properly, wouldn’t it be a waste?"

He gleefully praised, "So smart. Look, I anticipated this from the start, knowing someone would be so prideful. Now look, the tail is up. Alas, I’ve only myself to blame..."

"Hmm. Now I have the upper hand, I’m not afraid of you. Who asked you to raise a menace?"

"You concede I’ve raised a tigress?"

She pretended to hit him but softly held his hand instead, interlocking fingers. At that moment, the warmth transmitted from the palms seeped into her heart.

Gradually, she had long been accustomed to it—this man, he always cherished her—no matter mountains apart, gathering and splitting, despite having experienced the seven-year itch, he still cherished her, never changed.

After marrying him, she never regretted it.

Even now, no matter the nausea, the poor appetite, like a pig only eating a little and lying in bed all day to preserve the pregnancy... she still had no complaints.

This time is different from that year.

That year, she did not welcome the child at all, feeling that having the child would mean forever muddying her life—disgraceful, not wanting to bear such heavy responsibility.