She silently hung up the phone, tears streaming down her cheeks without a sound. She knew that she had completely lost Kebo. Dai Xinyi locked herself in her room, refusing to eat or drink, frantically flipping through old photos with Kebo. In those pictures, they smiled so brightly, so happily, as if nothing had ever happened.
Why? Why have I become like this? Dai Xinyi clutched the photo, screaming in anguish.
She remained locked in her room, ignoring the incessant ringing of her phone. She knew that apart from Wang Lina’s comfort, everyone else would only blame her, especially her sharp-tongued yet soft-hearted cousin Yang Liu, who would surely berate her mercilessly. All she wanted now was to be alone and lick her wounds in silence.
The room was a mess, clothes, shoes, and cosmetics scattered everywhere, mirroring the chaos in her heart. She grabbed a photo of Kebo, where he smiled gently, his eyes filled with love—a love that belonged solely to her but was now slipping away. Dai Xinyi felt as if a knife were twisting in her heart.
A wave of happiness swept over Kebo and Fang Jing Shu, who were immersed in the joy of impending parenthood. This little life would tightly bind their hearts together.
When the news of Fang Jing Shu’s pregnancy broke, both families were overjoyed, rushing to share the news as if it were a festive occasion.
Kebo’s mother excitedly held Fang Jing Shu’s hand, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothing out as she smiled kindly and said, “Fang Jingzhu, you truly are our family’s lucky star! We’ve been waiting for this good news for so long!” After a pause, she added, “This child has been a source of worry since birth; now that everything is finally settling down, it’s all thanks to you!”
“Absolutely!” Kebo’s father chimed in cheerfully. “Fang Jingzhu is gentle and virtuous, truly a wonderful daughter-in-law! Our family’s ancestors must be smiling down on us!” He patted Kebo on the shoulder with joy. “Son, you’re really lucky!”
Fang Jing Shu’s mother also praised Kebo, her face beaming with pride and satisfaction. She took Kebo’s hand, her eyes moist with emotion as she said, “Bo, thank you for treating Fang Jingzhu so well. We can entrust her to you without worry.”
Fang Jing Shu’s father patted Kebo on the shoulder and said earnestly, “From now on, you’ll be responsible for Fang Jingzhu and the child. You must take good care of them, understand? The child is a treasure for both our families!”
With a determined nod and gentle eyes, Kebo replied, “Mom and Dad, don’t worry. I will take great care of Fang Jingzhu and our child; I won’t let them suffer even a little bit. I will be a good husband and a good father.”
The two families gathered together to discuss baby names, exchanging ideas animatedly amidst laughter and excitement. What should they name the baby? They needed names for both boys and girls! Perhaps they should wait to see the baby’s gender first? Everyone envisioned the future together and dreamed of a beautiful life filled with joy.
That evening, Kebo prepared an elaborate dinner to celebrate Fang Jing Shu’s pregnancy. He personally cooked her favorite dish—Sweet and Sour Ribs—tender and delicious; steamed bass that was incredibly fresh and nutritious; braised pork that melted in the mouth; he even made a nourishing chicken soup that filled the air with warmth.
“Come on, Fang Jingzhu, eat more! You’re eating for two now!” Kebo gently served her a piece of rib and poured a bowl of chicken soup. “I simmered this soup all afternoon; it’s very nourishing.”
Looking at her thoughtful husband before her, Fang Jing Shu smiled blissfully. She caressed her slightly rounded belly, feeling the rhythm of new life within her and basking in the glow of motherhood.
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