Fu Qingyan stood there, her face deathly pale and her whole body trembling.
"Li Xiaofan, you...you're making a mountain out of a molehill! What did I do to my sister-in-law just now? I kindly brought her to buy clothes, and you're slandering me like this!"
"You're so kind?" Li Xiaofan glared at her. "Fu Qingyan, have some self-respect! Don't make me say anything nice!"
"you……"
"Take this woman back!" Li Xiaofan said to the bodyguards in fluent English.
The bodyguards were all Black, big and burly, with particularly large whites in their eyes, making them look quite frightening.
The mall had been cleared out by Huo Zhixing's men, and the sales assistants in the lingerie store stood motionless against the wall.
Just as the black bodyguard was about to grab Fu Qingyan, Jiang Can came out of the dressing room, dressed.
"Young Madam!" Li Xiaofan stepped forward to help her.
Jiang Can's hands were icy cold, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step she took was incredibly heavy.
"Young Madam, are you alright?" Li Xiaofan asked with concern. "I'll take you home right away!"
"I'll walk by myself, none of you should follow me."
Jiang Can was weak and listless.
She felt as if her body had been drained of all its energy, and supporting her stomach, she walked out step by step with difficulty.
She brushed past Fu Qingyan, glared at her, and tried to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.
It turned out that Fu Qingyan had known her weakness for a long time and knew how to completely destroy her self-esteem.
She admits that she is sometimes a perfectionist.
During her first pregnancy, she endured all the discomfort and tried her best to adapt to the changes in her mindset.
She tried to adapt to gaining weight, to the freckles on her face, and to her limited mobility.
She comforted herself, saying that everything would be alright after she gave birth.
But when she saw the worm-like markings on her round belly, her fragile nerves broke down instantly.
It's hard to describe a pregnant woman's mood.
She had previously read some posts that said pregnant women often cry very loudly over trivial matters, and seem completely inexplicable.
At the time, she didn't understand, but as the months went by and her surroundings changed, she seemed to understand the feeling.
“Miss Li,” the black bodyguard asked, “should we take her back?”
Jiang Can had already walked away. Li Xiaofan looked back at Fu Qingyan, not knowing what to do.
"I'll go after the young mistress first," she instructed. "You all take her back to the Fu family first, and then leave the rest to Young Master Huo's arrangements!"
...
Huo Zhixing got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Gently pushing open the door and peeking inside, I saw Jiang Can sitting by the window. I didn't know what she was looking at, but the quiet and beautiful profile of the young woman carried a faint sadness. She, who used to be as talkative and cheerful as a little magpie, had suddenly become taciturn.
She even suggested sleeping in a separate room from him.
It wasn't until he retrieved the mall's surveillance footage and heard Li Xiaofan explain the whole story that he understood Jiang Can's unusual behavior.
His expression was solemn, he remained silent, clenched his fists tightly, and a hint of ruthlessness shone through his expressionless face.
Later that night, he coaxed Jiang Can to sleep, then quietly lifted the blanket and, in the dim light, saw the deep and shallow marks on her stomach.
Huo Zhixing felt a pang of heartache.
These stretch marks are really unsightly, like cracks in the earth.
But if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have grown these features.
He leaned down and gently kissed her belly. The little baby inside seemed to sense something, and suddenly a bulge appeared, as if it were stretching out a tiny hand or lifting a tiny foot.
Huo Zhixing smiled and gently stroked her.
"Son, can you help me?"
The baby moved again.
“Tell my mother,” Huo Zhixing said in a low voice, “no matter what she becomes, in my heart she will always be the most beautiful.”
"I will always love her."
At this moment, Jiang Can turned over, and his movements suddenly froze. Holding his breath, he carefully covered her with the blanket and retreated to his own side.
The next day, Huo Zhixing called his mother-in-law for help.
"Mom, Can Can hasn't been in a good mood lately."
Yin Wenxi immediately understood that this was a woman's pregnancy reaction.
"She hasn't let me near her these past few days, and she even changes her clothes behind my back," Huo Zhixing said in a low voice. "She won't even let me help her bathe..."
"Mom, could you come over and keep her company?"
Yin Wenxi felt obligated to do so and booked a flight to the UK that very day.
Jiang Can had just woken up from her afternoon nap, and in her hazy state, a familiar scent of marigolds lingered around her nose.
"Mom?" Jiang Can sat up straight and exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and joy after seeing that it was indeed Yin Wenxi in front of her.
"Mom, what brings you here!"
"Silly child, of course Mom came to see you!" Yin Wenxi hugged her and gently stroked her back.
Seeing that her daughter's belly had grown quite a bit bigger, she was overwhelmed with emotion when she thought about her own pregnancy, and her eyes welled up with tears.
"Mom..." Jiang Can touched the warm tears at the corner of her eye and her heart trembled. "Mom, why are you crying!"
"I'm a little excited and can't control my emotions for a moment." Yin Wenxi smiled and looked at her daughter intently. "Back then, you were a little baby in your mother's belly. Now, in the blink of an eye, you're going to be a mother."
Jiang Can chuckled, also finding the continuation of life from generation to generation truly incredible.
The mother and daughter had a lot to say privately, so the housekeeper and servants all left to give them plenty of space.
Yoon Moon-hee glanced at Kang Chan and slowly lifted her clothes.
"mom?"
Jiang Can was startled when she suddenly noticed the lines on her mother's belly.
She had always thought she had taken good care of her mother over the years, but now that she thinks about it, she never even noticed that her mother also had these stretch marks.
"These were all left behind when I was pregnant with you and Xiaocheng." Yin Wenxi's eyes were indifferent.
Jiang Can felt as if she had been struck by something, and subconsciously touched her stomach.
"Everyone's body is different. Some people may not get stretch marks during pregnancy, but for others, these marks will stay with them for life after pregnancy and childbirth."
"Can Can." Yin Wenxi put down the clothes and gently held her hand. "This is normal. You really don't need to distance yourself from Zhixing because of this."
Jiang Can bit her lip, lowered her eyelids, and remained silent.
"You've been ignoring him these past few days, and it's made Zhixing so worried!" Yin Wenxi laughed. "You silly child, you even told him we should sleep in separate beds, do you know how terrified he was?"
Jiang Can paused for a moment, then chuckled.
The dignified Third Master of the Huo family was terrified because his wife wanted to sleep in a separate bed. Wouldn't people laugh themselves to death if they found out?
“Mom,” Jiang Can said in a low voice after a long silence, “I didn’t deliberately distance myself from him, it’s just that these freckles make me feel inferior in front of him.”
“I feel like I’m not perfect anymore, that I’m not good enough for him…”
Yin Wenxi looked at her with affection and gently embraced her daughter.
“Silly daughter,” she whispered, “perfection has never existed.”
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