**
Back at Jiangjing Garden, Mai Xiaomai was crouching at the doorway, playing with a neighbor's two-year-old child, her face radiating with tenderness.
Qiao Chutian's heart softened, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
In another year, she would be able to play with their own child like this.
What a blissful feeling that would be.
Seeing him return, Mai Xiaomai stood up and said softly, "Honey, you're back?"
She reached out, wanting to take the briefcase from his hand.
Qiao Chutian didn't allow it, instead he embraced her waist and said, "I can't let my wife do such demanding tasks; carrying the bag is something I should do."
"Haha, I've only been pregnant for a month, and I can't even carry a briefcase. Does that mean I'm becoming useless?"
Mai Xiaomai said with a smile.
"You're not useless; you're the hero of the Qiao Family."
Qiao Chutian looked at her slightly pale cheeks and said, "Have you eaten today?"
