She looked at the spreading lotus flowers, and the smug smile on the man's face, and couldn't help laughing too: "He's even more useless. He chose to embroider these childish patterns on a nice phoenix robe. Aren't you afraid that others will see and laugh at you?"
"Let's see who dares?" Zhong Mingwei raised his eyebrows, and the smug expression on his face became more obvious. He put the tray on the table, pulled an embroidered cushion and sat next to Meiya. He didn't care that there were other people in the hall, and lay on Meiya's legs, with his face facing Meiya's flat belly, and said something full of tenderness that made people laugh, "You little bastards, don't make trouble for your mother today, otherwise you will be in trouble when you are born!"
"Puchi!" The palace maid who was combing her hair couldn't help laughing out loud, and hurriedly covered her mouth.
"Get out of my way!" Meiya pushed Zhong Mingwei hard, holding her belly and glaring at him, "How can you be a father like this? You keep calling your kid a little bastard, but what are you? An old bastard?"
"Can't you just go a day without mentioning the word 'old'?" Zhong Mingwei immediately became unhappy. "You complain about your husband being old every day. How can that be possible?"
"You're the only one who keeps calling his baby a bastard?" Meiya continued to glare at him. "Since you found out you were going to have a baby, you were excited for a while on the first day, acting like a father. But from the second day on, you kept calling him a little bastard. Do you think there's any father like you?"
"Who made them two little kids..." As soon as he met Mei Ya's fierce gazes, Zhong Mingwei quickly changed his words, "Who made them two little kids so ignorant that they always make my wife unable to eat or sleep well? How can I feel comfortable when I see my wife suffering because of these two little kids?"
"I am happy to endure hardships," Meiya said, lowering her head and rubbing her belly again, pursing her lips and smiling, "In another seven months, we will be able to see them," Meiya said, while pulling Zhong Mingwei's hand and placing it on her belly, then asked with a smile, "Mingwei, guess if it is a boy or a girl?"
"It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl," Zhong Mingwei said softly, leaning over to kiss Meiya's fingers, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"You're so stupid. You can't even guess this. Isn't it obvious?" Mei Ya rolled her eyes at him. Seeing the man's confused look, Mei Ya leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't you remember? When we were in Ningguta, Mr. Gu once found a fortune teller for us. Didn't he say that I...was destined to have both a son and a daughter? In the past, because of you...because of the Huanqingsan in your body, I thought that the fortune teller was just a fraud. Now I think he is really a powerful one. Mingwei, don't you think so?"
Zhong Mingwei was startled when he heard the words, and then he also remembered the fortune teller that Mei Ya mentioned. He thought about how he limped into the low thatched cottage with Mei Ya in that chilly April, and how he limped back home. He remembered that the snow was melting at that time, and the ground was muddy and difficult to walk. For a person with a leg disease like him, it really took a lot of effort, but even if it was muddy, so what? As long as there was someone willing to walk hand in hand with him, he would not mind his crippled leg and the muddy ground. But that day, after leaving the thatched cottage, he had to push away this person who had been willing to accompany him on the muddy road of life...
"Yes, sir, your calculations are really accurate." After a pause, Zhong Mingwei came back to his senses when he felt Mei Ya's face approaching him. Then he smiled and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten it."
"Did you really forget?" Mei Ya said. When she said this, their faces were very close to each other.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
