"Mom, don't be angry. Be careful not to upset yourself."
Su Qiao saw that she was still fuming and hurried to console her.
Tian Guihua scooped the noodles into a bowl, drizzled soy sauce over them, and sprinkled on some chopped scallions as she sighed:
"Qiao'er, luckily you left the Su Family. That Su Family really isn't a place for decent people to live. Every last one of them is selfish and shameless."
"Mom, do you feel anything unusual?"
Su Qiao felt that her temper had been rather sharp these past few days. She was easily angered and irritable.
She took Tian Guihua's wrist and felt her pulse.
"Feel anything?" What was she supposed to feel?
Tian Guihua was utterly bewildered.
"Feeling your pulse, how come it seems like..."
It was a slippery pulse, like pearls rolling across a plate, lively and smooth.
Xiao Aimin was squatting by the doorway, eating a bowl of noodles. When he heard Su Qiao, he hurriedly stood up and came over. "Qiao'er, what's wrong with your mom?"
"I think Mom might be pregnant."
"Preg... pregnant?"
Tian Guihua lowered her head and stared at her belly as though it were something strange. "I... I'm pregnant?"
Xiao Aimin still had a mouthful of noodles in his mouth, but they slid straight back into the bowl.
Su Qiao nodded at them both. "Yes, it seems like it. But it would be safer to go to the hospital and have it checked."
"Let's go. We'll go right now."
Xiao Aimin tossed the bowl onto the stove, grabbed his wife's hand, and headed outside.
Before he even reached the doorway of the main room, he hurriedly stopped, placed a hand on his wife's belly, and said solemnly:
"No, we have to be careful. We'll take the tricycle. Xiao Qiao,