"Anything else?"

Ning Qiluo pointed to the freshly fried crispy pork, "And that too."

Is there anything else?

"Hmm, that's all for now. I can't eat too much." Actually, there were many more things she wanted to eat, but there was nothing she could do about not being able to finish them all.

Jiang Yingchi called to ask where she was.

She sent him her location, and Jiang Yingchi arrived shortly afterward.

He drove there, got out of his car, and went straight into hers. As soon as he got in, he smelled the aroma of roasted chestnuts. Seeing the two steaming bags in her arms, he raised an eyebrow: "Can you finish them?"

Ning Qilu smiled and held a bag in front of him, trying to please him: "You should eat some too."

He accepted it without hesitation.

Ning Qiluo pouted, thinking to herself that she thought he would be polite to her.

Jiang Yingchi peeled one for Ning Qiluo. The little girl, who had been pouting just moments before, suddenly beamed with joy. Jiang Yingchi asked her where Qi Xiangchen was, and Ning Qiluo said he had gone to buy other food, pointing out the car window.

Jiang Yingchi looked over and saw Qi Xiangchen standing in line outside a small shop selling freshly fried crispy pork. His appearance was incredibly eye-catching, and many young girls were taking pictures of him with their phones. Some even went up to ask Qi Xiangchen for his WeChat...

"Eat less of this..." Jiang Yingchi said to her, turning his gaze away.

Ning Qiluo suddenly grabbed Jiang Yingchi's wrist and said strangely, "It moved, it moved, it moved."

Jiang Yingchi didn't react for a moment: "What moved?"

This was the first time Ning Qiluo had experienced this reaction, and she couldn't explain it clearly, only saying, "It moved, it moved, I really felt it, it's real."

Jiang Yingchi finally understood what she meant by "moved".

"Fetal movement?" he asked her.

Ning Qilu nodded hurriedly like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, that's fetal movement."

Jiang Yingchi smiled and said, "You can't even tell me when the baby is moving, so let me listen." He then leaned down and pressed his cheek against her belly through her clothes.

After a while, he looked up.

Ning Qiluo asked him nervously, "Did you hear anything?"

Jiang Yingchi spoke frankly: "No, it's probably just your imagination, or..."

"It's not just my imagination."

“You didn’t let me finish. I said it was probably just my imagination, or maybe it was just a slight movement. Fetal movement isn’t constant, and we’re still small, only four months along. It will be at least five to six months, and most noticeable around seven or eight months.”

He knew better than she did.

Ning Qiluo touched her belly. "I feel okay now, but I don't know how the next few months will be. I really hope he comes out and meets us soon."

Jiang Yingchi's gaze lingered on her stomach.

On the way back, Ning Qiluo changed cars and got into Jiang Yingchi's car.

In Qi Xiangchen's words, "You run off with whoever has food, but the food isn't as good as Jiang Yingchi's."

Ning Qiluo laughed it off and replied perfunctorily, "No, Jiang Yingchi is going on a business trip for a few days, and I'm going to keep him company."

Qi Xiangchen chuckled softly, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

The food was all in Jiang Yingchi's car.

Ning Qiluo ate a lot of roasted chestnuts and freshly fried crispy pork, and was already quite full. The two went to the Bund, but the weather wasn't very good today, so Jiang Yingchi only took Ning Qiluo outside for a short while, afraid that she would catch a cold.

He took good care of her.

Because she had no money or phone on her when she came out, Jiang Yingchi gave her his phone.

This is no longer Jiang Yingchi's phone; it's a phone they share.