Pei Zhonghuan wanted to keep Song Xijiao in the old house to take care of the pregnancy, and then return to Shuixie Huadu after the baby was born.

"Zhi Ting, it's best to put away some thoughts that you shouldn't have and not cause any trouble."

Pei Zhiting thought, since you agreed to let Jiaojiao stay in the old house to take care of the pregnancy, isn’t that tacit consent?

Butler Bai was listening at the side and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the master was too biased. If this got out and the master's family heard it, who knows what would happen.

Isn't it obvious that the two of them are not allowed to meet?

"I want to stay here with Jiaojiao."

"Why should I accompany you? Jiaojiao is pregnant now. What can you do by staying here?" Pei Zhonghuan asked, "Don't you think you've caused Jiaojiao enough trouble?"

If he had half of Pei Zhiting's ability, he wouldn't be so biased.

The Pei family will be handed over to Pei Zhiting sooner or later, and he can't afford to offend them.

Song Xijiao stood by the second-floor window, watching Pei Hetong's car drive out of the Pei family's old house.

A hand reached out, and with a swish, the curtains were drawn.

"Jiaojiao, it's windy outside, don't catch a cold."

Song Xijiao didn't say anything or move, letting Pei Zhiting hold her and turn her body over.

"Reluctant?"

"No, I'm just a little sad. I've been with you for ten years..."

"It was a junior high school reunion, and we went together."

"We went to a high school reunion together."

"We still go to university alumni gatherings together."

"When he proposed to me, our classmates and friends were all there to witness our happiness."

"They all envied me for finding such a wonderful husband who loved me so much. I even thought for a while that I was the happiest woman in the world. Marrying Pei Hetong was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me."

Song Xijiao recalled the years she had spent waiting for his call and news.

As soon as he sent her a message or called her, she would rush over to see him.

After being with him, she almost cut off all social activities.

In her world, there was only him, but it was not until now that she realized that he did not love her, he just enjoyed the feeling of her being around him, and she was just a tool for him to show off to others. His treatment of her was not love, but charity.

"As a designer, once I receive a client's order, I have to revise the draft day and night, communicate with the client, listen to their needs, and then provide the design they want."

“…”

"I was shaking with fear, and he just turned to the last page and filled in his name."

“At the age of 24, I got a place to study at a top design school abroad.”

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she would ask herself why she was so stupid. There were so many things in their family that could not stand up to scrutiny.

Love makes people blind, and she was ultimately blinded by her self-righteous love.

If it wasn't so painful, she might have given birth to a child for Pei Hetong.

Unexpectedly, she had such a hard life in the past ten years.

She was so miserable that she wished she would never see Pei Hetong again for the rest of her life. It was obvious that she really hated him.

In a blink of an eye, she was more than seven months pregnant. During these months, everyone in the old house pretended to be blind.

Pei Zhiting bought a lot of parenting books and learned how to take care of children. He almost freed up all his time to accompany Song Xijiao to do prenatal exercises and prepare nutritious and healthy meals for her.

When she had nothing to do, she made clothes and quilts for her unborn child.

Pei Zhiting didn't know where she got the cloth at first, but later found out that she had signed up for an online handicraft class.

Fresh fabrics were delivered to Pei's house every day, where she would sew and mend them.

Every night when Pei Zhiting came back, he would see her sitting by the window, cutting and scissoring with her head down.

Her belly was getting bigger and bigger. When she was cutting, she lowered her head and the baby in her belly would move slightly, as if it knew what its mother was doing.

Sometimes the child moved too violently and she cried out in pain, almost stabbing herself with the scissors in her hand.

Pei Zhiting was startled and confiscated her full set of sewing tools with a sullen face.

After she fell asleep at night, Pei Zhiting gently stroked her growing belly. The child seemed to know that his father was playing with him, and moved slightly in response to Pei Zhiting.

The baby in her belly grew bigger day by day, and she became lazier and lazier, eating and sleeping all day long.

Pei Zhiting was afraid that she would have a hard time giving birth, so he restrained her every day and asked her to walk more.

At first, she was in the mood to argue with him. Why didn't she realize that Pei Zhiting was such a nagging person before?

Later, she was so lazy that she didn't even want to talk. She just wanted to lie in bed every day.

The child would turn over unconsciously, her legs began to cramp, and her waist began to ache.

The doctor told me that these symptoms are caused by the nerves being compressed as the child grows older.

Pei Zhiting would soak her feet and massage her every night, and would only lie down after she fell into a drowsy sleep.

Song Xijiao went to the garden to pick a few acacias and walked into the house.

A pair of men's leather shoes appeared in her sight. They were not Pei Zhiting's. He would not wear such old-fashioned shoes.

She looked up, and the acacia in her hand fell to the ground and hit her slippers. She subconsciously took a step back.

It was Zhao Hairong, her biological father. She remembered the days when she was kicked around.

Zhao Ruoxue said that her sister married into the Pei family and lived a happy life.

Only then did Zhao Hairong realize that the person he had once despised as a burden was now on equal footing with him.

"Jiaojiao, you're going to be a mother soon."

He stretched out his hand to her, wanting to hug her like he used to, but she retreated to the edge of the stairs as if she had seen some ferocious beast. If she took another step back, she would roll down.

Zhao Hairong then withdrew his hand and rubbed it awkwardly, "Jiaojiao, do you not recognize your father?"