Pregnancy...
When Shen Weiyi uttered those two words, the people at the dining table seemed to be awakened by her.
Feeling nauseous at the smell of meat, isn't that a sign of pregnancy?
Song Jingyuan was extremely happy. Her health wasn't good, and now she had only Lu Huai'an as her son, of course, she hoped to hold a grandchild sooner.
"Dad, you eat first, I'll go check on Xiao Chu."
The old man's eyes darkened slightly, his grip on the chopsticks unconsciously tightened.
If she's truly pregnant, then who's the father of the child...
Sitting to his right, Lu Zhengmao, though showing no obvious emotional fluctuation, had a look of joy and expectation in his eyes.
The old man's gaze was solemn, with a hidden desire swirling beneath, but he was usually stern, so others couldn't sense anything unusual.
A face full of wrinkles appeared indifferent and calm, as he instructed the servant, "Take this bowl of chicken soup back to the kitchen, and pour a cup of warm water."
