Bei Jiajia watched Bei Wei's expression with a smile, then suddenly laughed.
"Right? Could it be that the time you spend together each time is too short, without any continuity... It has to be consistent for there to be any hope."
"How could that be?" A faint flush immediately rose to Bei Wei's face. "You know he's busy too... flying all over the world. But it can't be that after all these years, we haven't hit the mark even once, right?"
"Could it be..." Bei Jiajia immediately fell into deep thought.
Judging by Zhang Yang's masculinity, which practically pierced the heavens, there was no way his little swimmers had a problem, was there? Could it be... that as one born of such noble blood, it was simply ordained by fate that having his children was something that could only be encountered by chance, never sought?
Entirely up to fate?
As the two chatted idly, Bei Wei's phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and immediately beamed with joy.
"Zhang Yang is back!"
"Huh? Hurry, hurry." The two immediately scrambled about in a flurry.
Zhang Yang's status was now exceptional, and his bearing had grown ever more majestic and noble. Even those close to him found it difficult to treat him with complete normalcy.
A moment later, Bei Jiajia stood by the roadside with Bei Wei, waiting until a Maybach 62S with consecutive yellow license plates quietly stopped before them.
"Go on. I won't get in," Bei Jiajia said with considerable tact.
It had been fine in the early years, but now, she knew better. In any case, she could no longer thoughtlessly call him "brother-in-law" without any sense of distance.
"Okay, see you later." Bei Wei nodded, waved goodbye to Bei Jiajia, and got into the car.
Before long, the