Weisheng Yueren was silent for a while, saying nothing. His gaze was firm, clearly not agreeing with what Qinghe said, but he decided to compromise and stay quiet to avoid upsetting her.
Qinghe found it both funny and frustrating, which eventually turned into a sweet, soft sigh. Having someone who treasures her so dearly is truly a blessing in her life.
After drinking some brown sugar water, Qinghe felt warm in her stomach. With Weisheng Yueren gently massaging her belly, she soon fell into a comfortable sleep.
Qinghe had a good dream throughout the night and woke up early in the morning, feeling much less pain in her stomach. Hearing some commotion outside, she got dressed and went downstairs.
The villa was empty, and Qinghe blinked in confusion. It was so early in the morning; even if they went out to have fun, it shouldn't be this early. She checked the clock, and it was just past six. Where did everyone go?
