Song Qinghe is pregnant, which is a wonderful thing.

The two of them talked as they went about their business.

Song Qinghe was stunned by the scene before her. She stood up and tried to stop them. They should keep this news to themselves. There was no need to let the whole village know.

It looks somewhat inappropriate.

Song Qinghe looked at them silently, unsure how to describe her feelings.

"Dad, Mom, you must stop Grandpa and Grandma! Don't let them tell anyone..."

"Don't worry about it, leave these things to us!"

Clearly, Song Yanli and Cui Mingzhen shared the same idea: such good news should be shared.

Song Qinghe was speechless. It turned out that what she had just said was a waste of time and had no effect whatsoever.

Cui Mingzhen stepped forward and supported her, saying, "Good girl, your most important task right now is to take good care of your health. As for everything else, that can take a backseat!"

"From now on, you don't need to worry about things at home. If there's anything you want to do, just tell me, and Mom will do it."

"And as for school, if you're not happy there, then you can quit. Even if you go back home, our family can support you."

Cui Mingzhen considered everything in the blink of an eye, taking all aspects into account, afraid that she might have overlooked something.

Song Qinghe tried to interject several times but failed; she simply didn't give herself a chance to speak.

However, her mother's words made sense. It was fine before she wasn't pregnant, but now that she is pregnant, she should indeed make plans sooner.

Moreover, according to her previous idea, if she were to get pregnant, it would be best to go to Lu Zhaolin's place.

You can wait until the baby is born, but once the baby is born, you can't delay any longer.

Ultimately, a child's growth is inseparable from the presence of their father, and it's best if the father is around.

Following Cui Mingzhen's train of thought, Song Qinghe considered all aspects, but then realized that while she was quite happy, she didn't know whether Lu Zhaolin was happy or not.

What if he's unhappy?

Just thinking about these problems gives me a headache.

Cui Mingzhen finally realized belatedly that her daughter seemed to be in a bad mood, and her heart sank as well. She couldn't help but ask, "Qinghe, what's wrong?"

"Are you feeling unwell or have any concerns? If so, please tell me."

"And you..."

"Mom, I'm fine. I just don't know if Lu Zhaolin will like this child."

Song Qinghe said somewhat dejectedly, "How about we don't tell him for now, and wait until we can't hide it anymore?"

Thinking about the arguments and conflicts they had had over this matter, I felt a wave of frustration.

Lu Zhaolin was worried that he might be genuinely worried, but what if he also genuinely didn't like children?

When Cui Mingzhen saw the worried look on Song Qinghe's face, she immediately realized that her daughter was feeling uneasy.

However, she didn't think there was anything to be conflicted about; it was unnecessary.

My daughter is still young and hasn't experienced much, so there are many things she doesn't understand.

What man doesn't love children?

Of course, one might not like other people's children, or one might not like being cuckolded.

But as long as it's his child, there's no question of disliking it.

"Qinghe, you—"