"There are so many servants at home, and Mom stays with you all day long. Is that still not enough?"
"You say carrying this child is exhausting, so think about Xiao Qiao. Back then, she broke four ribs, and even her heart was ruptured. After surgery, she lay in bed for two whole months.
"For the several months after that, she never spoke loudly, never laughed heartily, and even walked one slow step at a time. Every day, she ate food so bland it didn't even taste of salt."
"Tell me, which is more exhausting—your pregnancy, or what she went through?"
The more Cheng Haoming spoke, the more he felt that Mei Yuxin was simply being unreasonable and making trouble for no reason.
"She was able to endure that kind of pain and life. Why do you have someone waiting on you every day, get to eat whatever you want, buy whatever you want, and laugh as loudly as you please, yet you still complain?"
"Her body will never be able to run and jump again for the rest of her life. There are many things she can't eat and many places she can't go. In a few months, after you give birth, you'll be able to eat whatever you want, run and jump, and go wherever you please. Why are you still so dissatisfied? Why do you keep making trouble for her?"
Cheng Haoming himself had no idea how he had ever fallen for this woman.
She was hot-tempered, narrow-minded, petty, and wanted to control everything he did.
Whatever he did, she had an opinion.
"Why?"
Mei Yuxin couldn't hold it in any longer, and all the grievances she had bottled up these past few days burst out.
"Why am I like this? Don't you understand?"
"Because my husband's