"Wasn't it said that being able to eat was a blessing? What's wrong with my daughter being a little plump? She's healthy and sturdy, which means she'll have an easier time bearing children!"
"Speaking of which, Cong Yuan and his wife have been married for half a year, haven't they? How come there still hasn't been any movement in her belly?"
The cart-pushing aunt said understandingly, "The young couple are still young. They probably want to enjoy their life as a twosome! Young people these days are all like that."
"Xiao Qiao is young, but Cong Yuan isn't getting any younger. The previous one didn't leave him a son or daughter, either. It's already been half a year with this one, and there's still no movement. Could it be that she can't have children?"
The aunt who had once envied Su Qiao for finding such a good man made a rather malicious guess.
The cart-pushing aunt hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense. Although the young girl comes from a rural family, she looks quite healthy."
"Oh, I was just saying it casually. Why take it so seriously?"
"But Xiao Qiao really is lucky. She's just a migrant worker, yet she happened to meet such a good man."
Who in this neighborhood didn't envy her?
"Who could say otherwise?"
*
"Mom."
At that moment, Wen Congyuan, whom they had been discussing, had already returned home.
He changed his shoes, placed the flowers and cake in his hands on the coffee table, tossed his briefcase onto the sofa, and pulled open his shirt collar.
Not seeing anyone come to greet him, he showed a trace of displeasure. "Where is she?"
"She's in her room."
The old woman, who had been anxious all day, finally let out a sigh of relief when her son