"Enough, enough," Cheng Ying said. "Hurry inside and go dream of attracting romance, I wouldn't dare provoke you. You’re about to start again." Chi Wu’s speed was incredible; he was out in no time.

He waved dismissively at Cheng Ming, who was already displeased, as if shooing a fly. "Go back inside, making all that noise. I wouldn't want you anyway; you’ll affect my son’s intelligence." Cheng Ming ignored him.

It was already past ten, and he had to work tomorrow. Cheng Ying asked, "There's no smell anymore?" Chi Wu replied, "Just wait a moment longer; it’ll be gone soon. Otherwise, tomorrow I'll move the chicken coop and the doghouse." Cheng Ying said, "No need.

Why would I go to the backyard anyway? Be careful, Grandma will get angry with you. I'm telling you, don't move anything; Grandma's favorite daily activity is collecting eggs." Chi Wu agreed, "Understood, as long as you don't think the smell is bad." Cheng Ying recalled asking Chi Wu earlier to clean up her vomit, wondering if she had even considered whether Chi Wu was willing or not at the time.

But perhaps for a married couple, such thoughts weren't necessary. Cheng Ying blinked, wondering if she had naturally fallen into the habit of dominating Chi Wu. She wondered what Chi Wu thought about it.

"Does the room smell bad?" Cheng Ying asked tentatively. Chi Wu said, "It smells bad? Yingzi, don't worry.

Later, I'll move the lemons from the greenhouse into our room. That scent is nice and quite fresh; it won't make you uncomfortable." Cheng Ying pursed her lips and stayed silent. Chi Wu then asked, "Yingzi, you don't care for that smell either?" Cheng Ying replied, "How could I not?

That smells much better, but there’s no need to move it. If I feel unwell, I can just go stay in the flower room. I just feel bad that you have to suffer in the same room with me." Chi Wu looked at Cheng Ying with distant eyes.

"It is indeed suffering. It'll be great once you have the baby soon; then my suffering will be over." Cheng Ying’s eyebrows shot up as she glared at Chi Wu, ready to pounce on him. This young man was getting presumptuous—he actually dared to show disgust toward her.

"You despise me?" Chi Wu clarified, "What do I despise about you? I despise the baby! Why did he have to come so early?

Even two more months would have been better. I just started eating meat, and now I have to switch to vegetarian. Do you know how much I'm suffering?" Cheng Ying’s face darkened.

"Why don't you choke on it then?" Saying this, she spun on her heel and walked away, feeling they were simply not on the same wavelength. Cheng Ying hadn't even been lying on the kang for a while before there was a response to Chi Wu’s earlier call—at this hour, Chi Yong had actually brought Yang Zhi over. The commotion woke everyone up except for the old lady.

Yang Zhi looked at her daughter. "How is it? Are you still throwing up?" Cheng Ying said, "Much better.

I napped for a bit just now; don't worry." Chi Yong shot a cold glance at Chi Wu. "You didn't say she stopped throwing up?" He clearly didn't want to be roused in the middle of the night. Chi Wu countered, "Who knows if she’ll throw up again later?

Besides, everything she ate tonight is gone. Her stomach is empty now; we can’t let mother and child go to sleep hungry, can we?" Chi Yong propped his chin, feeling a pang of resentment. How could his son have the nerve to say such a thing?

'Mother and child'—the sheer shamelessness of it infuriated him. He looked around for the younger ones. Yang Zhi said, "Mom will get you something to eat.

Is there anything you want?" Cheng Ying replied, "I don't want anything now. If I don't eat, I won't throw up." Yang Zhi suggested, "Wu Zi told Yingzi to sleep first and eat something when she wakes up tomorrow morning." This implied that going without food for the night was acceptable. This son was too much of a handful; perhaps he had exerted himself too much in his excitement over his wife’s pregnancy.

He often made harassing calls late at night; otherwise, someone as good-tempered as Chi Yong wouldn't have given his son such a cold stare. It was truly annoying. Cheng Ming complained, "Auntie, he’s just restless.

If he can’t sleep, he can’t stand anyone else sleeping peacefully. You have no idea how many times he dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night." Resentment wasn't only limited to Chi Yong. Cheng Ming resolved that no matter what, he had to move.

Their child was only three months old, and there were still five or six months until the baby was born; he couldn't endure that much longer. Furthermore, he didn't know how much more trouble the child would cause once it arrived. Chi Wu retorted, "How are you talking?

Isn't that your wife?" Cheng Ming felt that Chi Wu had been unreasonable lately, and getting angry with him wasn't worth it, so he turned and left. Chi Yong took his wife to the adjacent room to sleep. Yang Zhi reassured them, "Stay as comfortably as you can.

If you get hungry, just call out. Mom will be in the room next door. If you’re sleepy, just go to sleep." This was all superfluous talk.

Cheng Ying looked at Chi Wu. If she could just sleep when she was sleepy, that would be happiness, but this damned kid wouldn't let her get a moment's peace. Chi Wu felt he had made a mistake.

His coming here was no different from staying away; his wife still hadn't eaten anything. He was quite dissatisfied with his parents. Once everyone else had left, Chi Wu asked, "Yingzi, are you hungry?" Cheng Ying dreaded those two words; he was becoming obsessed.

She grabbed Chi Wu’s arm and pointed to the watch on his wrist. "What time is it? Please, go to sleep.

I can eat a whole pig in the morning; stop making trouble." Chi Wu was dissatisfied. Even if you ate an elephant tomorrow, you were still hungry tonight, weren't you? His gaze was full of disapproval.

Cheng Ying, annoyed, gripped Chi Wu's arm and refused to let go, deciding to sleep together to prevent him from causing more trouble. Furthermore, she was still upset. She bit down hard on Chi Wu’s arm.

Chi Wu, having thick skin, endured it. See, his wife was still hungry. Also, his wife biting his arm didn't trigger vomiting.

He must remember to stew pork knuckles for his wife tomorrow; perhaps she craved that. Cheng Ying woke up late. Chi Wu was busy with work and had already left.

Moreover, when Chi Wu left, he spoke with Yang Zhi for half an hour. That meant Yang Zhi had the patience to listen; anyone else would have already thrown him out. Chi Wu’s parting shot was excellent: "Mom, I'll go request leave for you at your workplace first." Yang Zhi pursed her lips and turned away.

She wondered when she hadn't realized this child was such a chatterbox. Why was he so long-winded? If the daughter-in-law weren't hers, would the mother get along with her daughter-in-law like this?

Chi Yong stared darkly at his rambunctious son. "Your mother has to work." Chi Wu argued, "How many children have we had in total? What’s wrong with Mom staying with Yingzi for a few days?

Why are you like this?" Yang Zhi interjected, "Alright, I’ve wanted to spend a few days with Yingzi for a while now. I didn't come over earlier because she seemed stable. Now is perfect.

You two go ahead with your business. Wu Zi, you don't need to request leave at my unit; I already called and arranged it. Okay, now both of you go.

Come home for lunch!" After sending off the two who were equally displeased, Yang Zhi went into the kitchen to cook for her daughter. When Cheng Ying finally woke up, Yang Zhi entered carrying a bowl of millet congee, a plate of crisp pickled vegetables, and two steamed meat buns. "You’re awake, have a bite." Cheng Ying was overjoyed to see food as soon as she opened her eyes.

Her stomach had been churning fiercely that morning. "Mom, I was just wishing the food would fly to my mouth, and here you are." Yang Zhi said, "Mm, it's like this during pregnancy. If you don't eat something before your stomach starts hurting, you won't vomit so severely.

Try this quickly; steamed things are good." After eating, Cheng Ying asked, "Mom, why aren't you at work?" Yang Zhi pursed her lips. "Wu Zi felt bad for you and asked for leave for me." She didn't take credit but preferred the young couple to be harmonious. Cheng Ying scratched her head.

"He's just showing off. You have no idea; I was doing fine earlier, but he kept asking me why I wasn't throwing up. Now look, I think he wished it upon me." Yang Zhi confessed, "How could I not know?

We've been getting frequent harassing calls late at night recently. Wu Zi would just ask, 'Why isn't Yingzi throwing up? Is there something wrong with her body?' Your father even wanted to pull the phone line out sometimes, but he was afraid something might actually be wrong." Cheng Ying stared blankly at Yang Zhi.

So, this kid wasn't just bothering her; he was harassing them too. He really was excessive. "Mom, why don't you just pull the phone line out then?" Yang Zhi responded, "No need for that.

Xiao Ye said I should clean up the rooms and move in here. That way, Wu Zi probably won't make such a fuss. I have time today to clean out the back room.

Grandma is getting old, and you are young; I wouldn't feel at ease if no one were here. Besides, once the baby is born, I need to watch over things; I can’t just leave it all to a nanny." Cheng Ying protested, "But I’m here, aren't I?" Yang Zhi, busy packing things, didn't even look at Cheng Ying. "What can you do?" Well, she clearly didn't view her as an expectant mother.

Cheng Ying didn't want to say how good she was to the child she had longed for for so many years. However, having her own mother stay nearby for a while was actually a good thing. Although pregnancy itself wasn't so bad, Cheng Ying felt insecure.

Having someone close for support right now was genuinely nice. Yang Zhi was always infinitely patient with her daughter and naturally possessed a good temper. Moreover, honestly, this was a rare chance for her daughter to need her as a mother; Yang Zhi felt heaven had given her this opportunity.

Her attitude toward Cheng Ying was one of extreme care, as if afraid she might break. She accommodated Cheng Ying in every way. "If you don't want to get up, sleep some more.

When you are up, take a walk in the yard, or you won't feel like eating lunch. I'll go eat with Grandma." Cheng Ying felt that having her own mother nearby was far better than having the clueless and troublesome Chi Wu around. Life was truly happy.

"Is Grandma awake?" Listening to the tone of her voice, one could tell that not only did her body feel much lighter, but her spirit seemed uplifted too—this was the power of a mother. For a daughter, having her own mother close during pregnancy truly provided courage. It was just as effective as getting a marriage certificate with Chi Wu.

Yang Zhi shared with her daughter, sighing, "Yingzi, Grandma is truly getting old. She used to get up before dawn, but now she won't get out of bed until the sun is up. She sees me and talks incoherently, calling me Shengxia constantly.

If I answer, Grandma will realize it later and start scolding me again." Cheng Ying felt a little disappointed. "Grandma is confused? Grandma used to be so sharp." Yang Zhi noticed her daughter's disappointment and quickly changed the subject.

"That's not entirely true. Grandma, I think, still has some of her old spirit." Cheng Ying looked at her mother, wondering if she could ever recapture that past feeling. Yang Zhi cleared her throat.

"Last time, Grandma sat me down and lectured me for half an hour without repeating herself once." Cheng Ying and Yang Zhi burst out laughing. The old lady currently had a spark of her former self during these moments. "Mom!" Yang Zhi patted her daughter's shoulder.

It didn't matter if she made a fool of herself; as long as her daughter was happy for a moment, that was enough. As a mother, she always felt slightly inferior in front of her daughter. "Alright, I’ll go take care of Grandma now."