Eight months later.
Chongchong's belly had grown large, like an inflated balloon.
She had just finished taking maternity photos in the morning.
Afternoon.
Chongchong lazily reclined on the chaise longue, with the gentle sunlight casting lightly on her, the diamonds on her skirt gleaming brightly. Her fingers were slowly pinching cherries and slipping them into her mouth.
This was when a maid approached with bird's nest soup, "Queen, the bird's nest soup has cooled down, please drink it."
Ever since she became pregnant, Chongchong, who was already pampered, seemed to be spoiled even more by Chenchen, who could source every rare treasure imaginable.
"I'm sick of eating this every day!" Chongchong frowned, raised her hand to take the medicine, and drank the bird's nest soup with a look of deep resentment.
The maids: "..."
This boastful tone made them want to hit someone.
