Cheng Haoming sighed. "Hopefully!"
Hopefully nothing else would happen. He was already exhausted enough.
"What happened?"
Mei Yuxin came out of the bathroom wearing a knitted hat and long-sleeved pajamas, dressed like a woman in postpartum confinement.
Seeing the strange expressions on their faces, she asked in confusion.
"Nothing much. We ran into someone with a bad case of jealousy. She can't have children herself, so she's jealous of others."
Madam Cheng thought about it from every angle but couldn't figure out what could possibly happen to their family.
Mei Yuxin froze.
Could they have run into Su Qiao?
Cheng Haoming couldn't think of how to explain it either, and said irritably, "I already told you not to come here to give birth, but you just wouldn't listen."
"Why shouldn't we come?"
Madam Cheng had always been domineering and had to compete over everything.
"It's not like we owe her anything. Why should we give way?"
"If you ask me, coming here was absolutely the right choice."
"Let those people who can't eat grapes but say they're sour open their eyes and take a good look. Let them see whether the Cheng Family made the right choice, and let them see how cute and beautiful our Cheng Family's eldest grandson is."
"Let those who can never have children envy us for once, and let them experience just how happy it is to have a child."
"That's enough. Stop talking!"
Cheng Haoming was terribly annoyed.
Ever since Su Qiao had divorced him, nothing in his life had gone smoothly.
"What's wrong?"
Mei Yuxin felt even more that something was off.
If they had merely run into someone by chance, he shouldn't have reacted like this.
"It's all because—"
"Mom!"
Madam Cheng was just about to tell her about Su Qiao's absurd