After finishing the matcha cake, Ning Qiluo took out an egg tart from her pocket and ate it in small bites, saying, "Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine. I just have a better appetite."
Ning Fengmian teased, "Ever since you entered the entertainment industry, you've always said to eat less of any high-calorie, high-fat food, that it's an essential quality for female celebrities. But what are you eating now? It's either cake or dessert, or macarons, or all kinds of chocolates. How can I not worry about you?"
Ning Qiluo: "..."
"If you don't want to get fat, stop eating these foods," Ning Fengmian said angrily.
Ning Qiluo had finished the egg tarts, then took out a piece of white chocolate from her pocket, tore open the packaging, and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll keep getting fat."
Ning Fengmian thought he had misheard, stared wide-eyed at his daughter, and asked incredulously, "What did you say?"
Ning Qiluo took a bite of a piece of chocolate and said seriously, "I said, I will keep getting fat, I don't want to be skinny anymore."
Ning Fengmian was shocked.
I can't help but wonder, could it be because I stopped my daughter from being with that guy surnamed Jiang that her personality changed so drastically, leading her to become increasingly decadent and degenerate?
The thought made Ning Fengmian angry and sad at the same time.
How could their pampered daughter from the Qi family have become like this, turning to despair when faced with obstacles in her love life?
But this wasn't the most shocking thing for Ning Fengmian.
After leaving the hospital, Ning Qiluo went to the hair salon to get her hair cut.
She requested that her hair be cut very short, with the tips only reaching her ears. If her clothing were more androgynous, she would look like a tomboy from behind, a far cry from the girl who used to have beautiful, dyed hair and curly hair.
Ning Qiluo's haircut shocked the whole family.
What's shocking isn't that she cut her hair, but how short it was.
That night.
Mr. Qi, looking worried, whispered in his wife's ear, "Honey, look, Luo Luo has cut all her hair. How heartbroken she must be! You're forcing them apart like this. Luo Luo may seem fine on the surface, but her fragile little heart can't take it. Look, she's torturing herself, punishing herself. Oh, when I see her with all her hair gone, looking like a tomboy, my heart aches. I'm afraid we'll have another son in the future..."
Ning Fengmian: "..."
In fact, Ning Fengmian was also becoming increasingly worried.
Today I took my daughter to the hospital for a checkup. If she is pregnant, that's fine; she can accept it. After all, it's her daughter's flesh and blood, her own grandson.
However, the test results showed that she was neither pregnant nor had any other psychological symptoms, which made Ning Fengmian very anxious.
I was afraid that my daughter was trying hard to suppress herself.
"Alright, stop talking. I know what I'm doing." Ning Fengmian turned to the side, pressing his palm under his face, feeling a bit sleepless.
"Why."
Qi Zhenzhou sighed and said, "It took Luo Luo so long to get over what happened back then. Now, although that Jiang family boy may not hold much weight in Luo Luo's heart, he is, after all, the person she likes right now. Why not try to let her have him? As Luo Luo grows up a bit, she might gradually stop valuing that Jiang family boy so much."
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