Count yourself lucky that you still have a conscience and know to give us a proper status.
Cai Lin looked at Xiao Yan before her, reached out to touch her still-flat abdomen, and spoke with a haughty expression.
Yet upon closer inspection, her customarily cold and pretty face had long since thawed, and those few flying ripples of amusement in the corners of her eyes revealed the deep joy already overflowing in her heart.
There was no wedding. Even though she had already bared her heart to Xiao Yan, engaged in countless intimate exchanges, and even carried a child for him, she could still not rightfully and honorably address Xiao Yan as her husband.
Yet once this wedding was held, she would be the true Madam Xiao.
This was status! This was an official, proper marriage!
No woman was indifferent to such things, not even her.
Having a status truly mattered a great deal to a woman.
Meanwhile, in the shadows, Zi Yan and Qing Lin secretly watched the scene.
Qing Lin's face was filled with envy as she muttered, Young Master Xiao Yan is getting married!
Little Qing Lin, what's so rare about this? Let's not envy them; we'll have our turn later.
Upon hearing this, Zi Yan curled her lip, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in her heart, much like someone whose favorite food had just been snatched away.
Sister Zi Yan, but why do I feel like your words don't match your true thoughts? Qing Lin looked at Zi Yan and spoke.
Hearing this, Zi Yan's body stiffened, and she hurriedly faked a busy demeanor. Little Qing Lin, I still have some matters to attend to. I'm leaving first!
Seeing this, Qing Lin curled her lip but did not expose Zi Yan's little thoughts.
Time flew by, and a