At the dining table, Rong Cheng held Li Xin's hand, his eyes filled with tenderness, his voice gentle, afraid of startling the baby in her belly.
"Xin'er, how are you today, is our baby bothering you?"
His gaze fell on her already protruding belly.
Although Li Xin was thin, pregnant women always look a bit different.
Especially since Li Xin became pregnant, bird's nest tonic never stopped, and she rounded out a bit.
Her complexion was rosy, she looked great.
"No, the baby is particularly well-behaved."
Li Xin pursed her lips and smiled, her hand placed on her belly, looking like a devoted mother, but in her heart, she hardly had any affection for the child.
What she cared about more was what benefits the child could bring her.
As for having a child, that was never Li Xin's idea.
It was just an accident.
She just happened to conceive, and the doctor said her uterine wall was thin and couldn't be scraped, otherwise in the future she might not be able to have children.
