A deep blue light fell across Wang Xiaoliang's face.
The photo on the screen was years old. Its resolution was still fairly good.
A woman in an academic gown stood at the center of a stage, holding a microphone, her pregnant belly prominent.
"You know Shangguan Rui?" Wang Xiaoliang pointed at the computer screen.
Nuomi was curled up on the sofa, rubbing her stomach.
Her hand stopped.
She braced herself on the armrest and sat upright, looking Wang Xiaoliang up and down.
"You know Shangguan Rui?"
She was even more surprised than Wang Xiaoliang!
Wang Xiaoliang had been about to say that he knew her. But the Book of Fate said: do not take pride in associating with the powerful. He barely knew Hu Yang, let alone his woman.
"I met her once. I wouldn't say I know her, but she left an impression."
Nuomi stared at him for a few seconds.
Her guard dropped. She sank back into the loveseat.
"She went to my university before me." Nuomi pulled a cushion into her arms. "She's also my idol. A genuine legend."
Wang Xiaoliang said nothing.
"This photo was taken when she gave a speech as the outstanding graduate representative." Nuomi tipped her chin toward the screen. "She stood there with that huge belly and declared her love for her husband in the audience, in front of the whole university. How cool was that?"
Wang Xiaoliang did a quick calculation of their ages.
Given Hu Yang's and Shangguan Rui's ages, this had to have happened over a decade ago.
"That must be ancient history." Wang Xiaoliang leaned back in his chair. "Back then, not many people dared to get pregnant and have a baby before graduating from university. You even know about that?"
"You don't understand how gossip gets passed