Chapter 352 - Mommy, when are you going to give me a little sister? (1)
I'm Pregnant with the Villain's Child
Naturally, all of Lu Beichuanâs motions meddling with the operations of Chaoxun Entertainment did not escape Ye Zhen. That being said, she did not have the spare energy to deal with the king of vinegar right now. Sitting on top of the toilet and staring at the two lines on the pregnancy test, she was both happy and troubled.
With her previous experience, she had an idea this time when she started seeing signs. Sure enough, she was pregnant.
How long has it been?
Zhouzhou was only 3-years old. It had been less than 4 years, and she was pregnant again?
It was cordial between herself and Lu Beichuan the first two years, but things had since become messy in the past year and even more so recently. Ye Zhen sighed. She could feel a headache coming on.
She could still remember clearly her near-death experience from three years ago. She really would not want to relive that pain all over again. Not everyone has the courage to face that kind of suffering.
Ye Zhen plunged into deep thought with her hand over her lower stomach.
Ye Zhen was very distracted the entire day and had no appetite even when she sat in front of a table full of food during dinner.
Mother Lu, noticing that Ye Zhen was not in the best of spirits, asked eagerly, âZhenzhen, whatâs the matter? Do you not like the food? Is your work too stressful? If you donât like the food, we can have the kitchen staff make you different ones. If your work is too difficultâ¦â
âNo,â said Ye Zhen with a smile. âI just donât have a lot of appetite these last few days.â
Lu Beichuan ladled out a bowl of soup for her. Noticing that Ye Zhen didnât look well, he was also a little worried. âOkay. Donât force yourself if you have no appetite.â
Zhouzhou, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the meal. He looked up when he heard Ye Zhenâs words. He had a few pieces of rice stuck to the side of his mouth. âMommy, Zhouzhouâs rice is delicious. Do you want to have it?â
Ye Zhen helplessly picked off the rice on his face. âWouldnât Zhouzhou be hungry if mommy eats Zhouzhouâs rice.â
Zhouzhou generously pushed his bowl over to Ye Zhen and said, âThat wonât be a problem. Zhouzhou is already full!â
Looking at Zhouzhouâs large and beautiful eyes, Ye Zhen rubbed him on his head and asked, âWas Zhouzhou a good boy at kindergarten today? Did you fight with the other kids?â
âNo! Zhouzhou was a good boy and didnât fight with any of the other children!â Having said that, he looked righteously over to Mother Lu. âYou can ask Grandma!â
âYes, yes, yes. Our Zhouzhou had been a very good boy. Grandma will vouch for you!â Having said that, Mother Lu smiled and said, âBut you shouldnât draw on other kidsâ faces next time, alright?â
âDraw on other kidsâ faces? What happened?â Ye Zhen asked Mother Lu.
âI went to pick him up from school today and the teacher told me that he drew on a girl with his paintbrush. Zhouzhou, you tell us. Did that happen?â
Zhouzhou, his lips pushed forward, obviously didnât care for the subject. Glancing over at Lu Beichuan quickly, he said in a low voice, âMommy always draws on her own face to look pretty. I wanted Yinyin to look pretty too.â
âIs Yinyin a classmate of yours?â
âYes! She sits next to me and told me that she likes me.â
Ye Zhen gave Mother Lu a surprised look and busted out laughing. âShe likes you?â
Zhouzhou counted with his fingers. âYinyin is not the only one who said she likes me. Thereâs also Duoduo, Rourou, and Feifei. Theyâre always putting chocolates into my backpack.â
Zhouzhou was a cute boy with tender and fair skin and looked fragile. His eyes were large and round and looked like two ponds. He was outgoing, friendly, and a sweet talker. It wasnât difficult for him to mingle with both the teachers and the students at the kindergarten. The teachers werenât the only ones who liked pretty kids; even other kids like pretty kids. It didnât take Zhouzhou long to become everyoneâs favorite.
Ye Zhen didnât know what to make of that. âDo you like them then?â
âI do!â
âWho do you enjoy playing with the most?â
Zhouzhou cocked his head and gave it some thought. He frowned and thought about it for a long time before he finally came up with an answer. âI like them all!â
Such were the words from a child, and nobody paid that too much attention.