Ironically, daughter Qin Qin was sleeping soundly at her side, occasionally emitting chuckles in her dreams.
"Ungrateful little thing." Fu Yan'er looked at her daughter resentfully, then caressed her belly and said, "Baby, when you grow up, you must take revenge for your mother."
Just then, the door opened, and a familiar figure walked in.
Fu Yan'er could hardly believe her eyes, staring blankly at Suo Lun.
Her husband Suo Lun never favored her, and if it weren't for their daughter, Fu Yan'er felt she would have been driven away long ago.
Unexpectedly, tonight her husband had not forgotten her, and immediately her heart overflowed with love, tears welling in her eyes.
Suo Lun gently caressed his daughter Qin Qin's face, kissing her on the tip of her nose.
Then he reached out and touched Fu Yan'er's belly, asking, "Is the nausea severe?"
Fu Yan'er shook her head, at a loss for words.
After a while, Fu Yan'er blurted out, "I like to eat sour things."
