The old Pei Yan was cold and aloof, never caring about the opinions of others.
Good or bad, what did it have to do with him?
It couldn't affect him anyway.
With Mei Wanying and their children, he had grown a heart of flesh and blood, and the number of things he cared about grew ever larger.
The child wasn't even born yet, but Pei Yan had already started to worry about what it would think of him.
Any child born of Mei Wanying was a treasure to him.
If his treasure didn't like him, he would be heartbroken.
Sometimes, when he annoyed Ling and she ignored him, he would feel miserable.
He held Mei Wanying's waist and spoke to the little baby inside, "Daddy's a good person. Don't listen to your mommy's nonsense."
Those words were enough to infuriate Mei Wanying.
Her fair hand shoved hard against Pei Yan's face. "I'm talking nonsense? Then stay away from me! Don't get on my bed!"
A pregnant woman's moods could change in an instant, and Pei Yan was already used to it.
