Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Translator: Yunyi 

But when she heard the news from Mu Jing, she was still very happy.

"Really? Where is Sister Xia Rao?"

"She's downstairs. She's only two months pregnant but she keeps climbing up and down. How can I not be worried?" Mu Jing smiled like a fool.

Song Yaoyao's eyes curved. "Then wait for me for a few minutes. I'll go down after I change."

"Okay, okay, okay! It's okay, I can wait!"

When he said this, it was as if he had forgotten what he had just done.

Song Yaoyao went in to change. Huo Yunque leaned against the wall and looked at Mu Jing's excited face.

He raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Are you really that happy?"

"Of course!" Mu Jing looked at Huo Yunque in confusion, "Think about it, it's like you and Yaoyao. Don't you want to have a child with both of your bloodlines in it? He will continue your relationship forever. Of course, I hope it's a daughter, preferably one like Raoro. What do you think? Doesn't the thought make you excited? Like me?!"

He grinned. If the female employees of the company who usually regarded him as their idol saw this, they would probably suspect that he was possessed by something.

He was no different from a fool.

Huo Yunques thought about it: A child like her?

Huo Yunque stroked the prayer beads on his wrist, his expression still calm. "No, thank you."

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An expression like Mu Jing's probably would never appear on his face in this lifetime.

"Tsk—"

Mu Jing rolled his eyes and said happily, "I should have guessed, I can't expect too much from you. After all, before Yaoyao appeared, we all thought that you were going to be alone for the rest of your life. Now that you have a partner, it's already considered an improvement."

"Heh."

"I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father!"

Huo Yunque turned around and left. He did not want to look at this fool anymore.

...

Ten minutes later.

Four eyes were staring nervously at Song Yaoyao, making her nervous.

"How is it? Is Raorao alright?"

Song Yaoyao didn't say anything. Xia Rao pursed her lips and placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

It was still flat, but there was already a little life there.

How magical was that?

"Yaoyao, is the child... not good?" Xia Rao's voice was hoarse when she said this.

When she was young, she had never thought about having a child. She had earned the title of Risktaker. She did all her stunts herself and never needed a body double. Even in the middle of winter, it didn't matter if the director ordered her to jump into the ice lake.

However, she didn't know that her repeated bad decisions almost made her lose the right to be a mother.

Mu Jing's smile faded. He put his arm around Xia Rao's shoulder. "It's okay. Even if we don't have a child... it's okay."

"What are you guys thinking?"

Song Yaoyao retracted her hand. She was speechless. "Can't you think more positively? Stop being so pessimistic."

"Oh? Yaoyao, do you mean..." Mu Jing's eyes lit up.

This was the child that he had been looking forward to for a long time. Although in his heart, Xia Rao would always be number one, it didn't mean that if possible, he didn't want to have his own child.

"There's a small problem, but it's not a big issue." Song Yaoyao took out a pen from under the table and found a piece of paper. "From now on, you'll bring sister Xia Rao here every three days. The medicine she's taking is slightly counteracting, so she can't take it anymore. I'll write a few prescriptions. Take it as instructed. We'll talk about it after her body has recovered.