"It is a bit sweet, so sweet it's cloying."

"Oh right, you can't eat too much. My husband said that you should eat less sweets during pregnancy, especially desserts like this."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yi teased, "Wen Ya, you can't stop talking about Mr. Ouyang these days, and you're always saying 'my family,' 'my family.' When are you finally going to accept his proposal and marry him?"

"Nonsense, I didn't say that," Mu Wenya said coquettishly, her pretty face flushing. The two had barely stepped into the courtyard when Mu Wenya's phone rang.

Yi Yi pretended to sigh and rubbed her forehead, "Oh no, speak of the devil and he appears. Looks like I won't be able to eat these macarons."

"You shouldn't have eaten it in the first place." Mu Wenya answered the phone, her eyebrows curving into a smile, and after a few "uh-huhs," she hung up the phone, gazing longingly at Yi Yi.

"Yi Yi, that..."

"Alright, I understand. Go find your Mr. Ouyang. Anyway, I'm home safe and sound."

Sigh, women in love have no regard for friendship.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Wenya picked up her bag, said, "Okay, let's reschedule for another day," and then hurriedly disappeared.

Is it really necessary? It's only a ten-minute walk. Sigh, I never thought that the usually composed Mu Wenya would be just like any other girl when it comes to love. Nothing special.

Yi smiled and turned to walk into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, several servants were sitting together, chatting and cracking sunflower seeds, and Xia Bingqing was also there.

No one knew what Xia Bingqing said, but the servants listened intently, not daring to blink.

Yi Yi also curiously went over to join in.

"Sigh, don't you think that woman is pitiful? She was perfectly fine during her checkups, but she still gave birth to a sick child. And it's not just any sick child. I heard that the child was born with many sores all over his body, was missing a finger, and couldn't even cry."

"Ah..." the servants exclaimed in surprise, then asked, "And then what?"

Upon hearing this, Yi's heart clenched, and she pricked up her ears to listen further.

"What else could happen? Of course, they took him to the hospital. But the doctors examined him thoroughly but couldn't find anything wrong. A few days later, the child died. The couple blamed each other and then got divorced. Sigh, what a pity, such a beautiful and talented couple, all because of a child... Sigh."

Xia Bingqing let out several sighs, and the servants followed suit.

Yi stood there, feeling as if something was blocking her chest, her limbs were weak, her hands were icy cold, and she couldn't move her body at all.

"Yi Yi, when did you get back?"

Xia Bingqing pretended to have just noticed Yi Yi, stood up in surprise, and asked, "Didn't you go shopping with Sister Wenya? How was it? Did going for a walk make you feel much better?"

Yi Yi was still immersed in what Xia Bingqing had just said, staring blankly ahead without saying a word.

"What's wrong, Yi Yi?" Xia Bingqing waved to Yi Yi, seemingly very concerned about her.

Only Xia Bingqing knew how happy she was to see Yi Yi like this.

She had calculated that Yi Yi and Xia Bingqing would be back from shopping soon, which is why she gathered so many servants and pretended to chat with them.