Unable to go with Su Qiao and forced to listen to a load of nonsense from his mother, Cheng Haoming, who was in a foul mood, turned around and headed upstairs with his luggage.
He had barely taken two steps when he saw Mei Yuxin coming downstairs.
"Why did you come down? Didn't I tell you to rest properly in your room?"
Mei Yuxin's gaze swept over the luggage in his hand, and a trace of gloom flashed in her eyes. "I was getting a little tired of lying down, so I came out for a walk."
"Come sit down."
Madam Cheng hurried over and warmly helped her down the stairs.
When they passed her foolish son, she couldn't help giving him a meaningful look. "Haoming, hurry up and support her! What if she trips or bumps into something?"
Although Cheng Haoming was somewhat angry with Mei Yuxin, he still dropped the luggage and went over to help her sit on the sofa. "You're pregnant now. Don't run around everywhere."
"I know."
Mei Yuxin nodded calmly, then brought up Su Qiao. "How is Su Qiao?"
"Her condition is unstable. She's going to stay at a sanatorium for an extended period and won't be back anytime soon."
In fact, when Su Qiao chose to go to the sanatorium, Cheng Haoming had unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. His mental pressure had eased considerably.
Madam Cheng gave a cold snort. "Hmph, it's good that she left. At least she won't be getting in the way here."
In her eyes, Mei Yuxin was a treasure, while Su Qiao was nothing but a blade of grass.
One was innocent and filial, and could even give her a grandchild. The other was vain and scheming, and couldn't even bear a child.
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