"Wifey, aren't you taking this a little too seriously?" Marquis Yuwen weakly asked.
Madam Yuwen fiercely glared at Marquis Yuwen and said, "Open your eyes and look at Meng'er. Do you think I'm overreacting? Look at how thin Meng'er is now. She's so thin that only her bones are left. I don't even dare touch her now. She's like a fragile glass doll now."
"Meng'er, I agree with Madam Yuwen too. If you still can't eat anything, we must choose your health. Anyway, you and Jing are still young. You still have a chance." Madam Qu and the others were on the same side as Yuwen Jing this time.
No matter how important the children were, Chen Meng'er's life was the priority.
However, how could Chen Meng'er bear to part with them?
She had been pregnant for almost five months. Over the past two days, she could feel the little ones moving in her womb. When they moved, that surprise was something that only she, the mother-to-be, could experience. Others would not be able to experience it.
