A series of puzzled expressions crossed his face. "Miss, why are you always so quiet? Is it because you think you're too ugly and you're afraid I'll despise you? Not at all. I think even though you're just barely passable, I don't plan on despising you. We can make do..."
I will ignore him, I will just ignore him.
At that moment, he was fiddling with the fluffy tiger-head shoe—the very one he had bought back when she was pregnant.
Holding the shoe, his thoughts raced: what a shame about the child they had lost.
No, we have to make a baby right away.
He wasn't getting any younger. Although Lady Liu Daqing didn't nag him about it every day, she was secretly exasperated that he hadn't amounted to much. The damned rascal had fooled around for so many years and still hadn't produced a child. So useless.
This time, he absolutely had to achieve something to show Lady Liu Daqing.
