The next morning, the two little ones clung to Qiao Mo again, providing her some comfort for her wounded heart.
But could they please stop touching her belly to ask when the little sister is coming every time they meet?
She feels a lot of pressure...
Fu Nancheng teased as he watched the scene before him, his gaze gentle.
...
The following New Year's.
The night sky sparkled with stars, fireworks painted clouds across the vast expanse, and Nanshan Villa was filled with warmth.
Qiao Mo, with her pregnant belly, watched the New Year's Gala, while Fu Nancheng and Nanny Wang, along with others, made dumplings on the side.
Qiqi and Chenchen, their hands covered in flour, helped out, but most of the dumplings they shaped turned into odd little animals, which sat cutely among the neatly arranged dumplings.
Half an hour later, Nanny Wang took the dumplings to the kitchen.
