——Chicken soup, chicken soup, chicken soup; she's practically gagging on it!
——Every conversation revolves around his mother or the child. Am I nothing more than a birthing tool to carry on the Su Family lineage?!
Feeling resentful, Yin Ruowei grew increasingly displeased with Su Jinci, yet she had to coax him with feigned tenderness, covering her mouth and nose, and said, "Brother Jinci, I really can't drink anymore. How about… you drink it for me?"
Pausing for a moment, Yin Ruowei pursed her lips, took Su Jinci's hand, and softly said, "We're betrothed and one, so this won't go against Aunt Su's kindness."
Perhaps because Yin Ruowei was carrying his child, Su Jinci saw a warm, maternal halo on her face, which had recently become rounder and oilier from all the nourishment, and he was persuaded by her.
His face was full of indulgence.
"Alright, if you don't want to drink it, you don't have to. I will drink it for you."
