Yi Roujing watched Hu Ailing drink the porridge before going home. Just after leaving Ding Jianshe's house, she saw Ding Ancheng at the door. With a gentlemanly presence like bamboo, vigorous and upright, these words came to Yi Roujing's mind just by looking at his stance.
"Let's go home for dinner." Ding Ancheng held Yi Roujing's hand and led her home.
"Am I meddling too much?" Yi Roujing sighed, "If I hadn't told Hu Ailing about her pregnancy, would today's events not have happened?"
"It's not related to you. If it wasn't discovered today, it would have been in a few days. Since she had that thought, it was inevitable." Ding Ancheng softly comforted.
"But Hu Ailing's path will be tough from here on." Yi Roujing couldn't help but lament.
