It wasn't long before Qin Jiao also heard that Lin Nian's baby was fine.
But now that her postpartum confinement was over, Lin Nian had started perming her hair, wearing high heels, and going out frequently, leaving the baby entirely in the care of that nanny.
One time, the two of them even ran into each other in the residential complex. That was the one downside of living in the same complex; they bumped into each other often.
But who was more aggravated by these encounters was anyone's guess.
Qin Jiao was pregnant now and made sure to always keep a cheerful mood. She was tall, so her belly was only just beginning to show. It wasn't very noticeable under her looser-fitting clothes.
If anything, it made her look more voluptuous and beautiful, giving her a more womanly air.
Lin Nian, on the other hand, was gaunt as a rail. The flesh on her cheeks was sunken, and her eyes, fixed on Qin Jiao, held a frosty glare. She gave off an eerie vibe.
