The next day, Si Mingjing was busy all morning.
She concentrated on preparing a medicinal ointment to remove pregnancy stretch marks.
By the time she finished, it was already half-past three in the afternoon.
After eating something simple, she brought the ointment for removing the stretch marks over to Yan Zhenxi. Upon seeing her, she noticed that Yan Zhenxi's complexion was rosy and her mood was upbeat.
Yan Zhenxi sat in front of a piano by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, with a child's rocking cradle next to her. She was playing the piano, cultivating her son's artistic cells.
When Yan Zhenxi saw Si Mingjing arrive, she stopped her fingers from dancing on the black and white keys and chided Si Mingjing with a glance, "Mingjing, why are you so mischievous? You told Qinghan about my problems, and I felt so embarrassed last night."
Si Mingjing smiled. "Is that so? You seem to be in a good mood, though."
