Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Baby with Song Chengyi

Zhou Yun paused, gazing at Luo Yixia, and the scrutiny made Luo Yixia uneasy.

“You and Chengyi have already registered your marriage, and now you’re living together. You’re still young, but when I was your age, I had already given birth to Zeming.”

Luo Yixia felt even more flustered.

So… this was being knitted for her own… ugh… for her own child… for her and Song Chengyi’s child…

What?

Luo Yixia stammered, “Mom, what are you… what are you talking about… Isn’t it too early for this? It’s way too soon…”

But Zhou Yun gave her that knowing look. “It’s not too early. You and Chengyi have been together for quite some time now, and you’re living together every day. I understand, newlyweds… young people…”

Luo Yixia was at a loss for words to express herself, and could only think, “Oh my god.”

“Mom, don’t say such things. We haven’t… Song Chengyi and I are still in school,” Luo Yixia blushed.

But in Zhou Yun’s eyes, this embarrassment only seemed like a cover-up.

Zhou Yun maintained her “I know everything” expression.

Explaining was just hiding, and hiding was admitting…

Zhou Yun reached out and gently pressed Luo Yixia’s flat stomach. “By this time next year, you’ll probably have given birth. Preparing these things now is just right.”

Luo Yixia lowered her head, looking at her own flat belly… and couldn’t help shivering.

No way…

She quickly shook her head and interrupted the topic. This couldn’t go on.

“Mom, let’s go next door for dinner. My mom made a lot of delicious dishes today, and she said she’d cook herself.” Luo Yixia pulled Zhou Yun along.

“How can we let Wenjing do all the cooking? You’re back, and technically, you should be eating at our house.”

“Mom, what are you saying? There’s no ‘your house’ or ‘my house’ anymore, we’re all one family now.” Luo Yixia was always good at pleasing others.

As expected, Zhou Yun was delighted. “You really have a way with words.”

“Let’s go, Mom, let’s eat.” Luo Yixia took Zhou Yun’s hand.

“It’s true. Wenjing’s cooking is wonderful, unlike me… I can’t cook at all,” Zhou Yun said, a little embarrassed.

“Mom, our families live so close—if you like my mom’s cooking, just come over every day! But I think the auntie at your house makes really tasty food. I had some last time, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since,” Luo Yixia chatted as they walked.

“Well, that’s easy to fix. Tonight, you and Chengyi shouldn’t go back; just stay here, and I’ll have the auntie cook for you every day.”

Luo Yixia laughed, but didn’t dare agree.

This was tricky—staying at home was just too awkward.

Mostly, she was afraid of being nagged by Madam Wenjing.

The two entered the Luo family villa and found the living room empty.

Hearing voices, Wenjing came out, still wearing her apron.

“Zhou Yun, you’re here! Let’s all have lunch together—it’ll be lively.”

“I’ll help you in the kitchen,” Zhou Yun said, following her in.

Luo Yixia didn’t see anyone in the living room, so she went into the kitchen and asked, “Where’s Song Chengyi?”

Her mother didn’t even look up. “He went to your room.”

Luo Yixia was startled and dashed off at once.

Behind her, her mother called out, “Girls should behave a bit more ladylike—not so wild all the time!”

Zhou Yun chuckled, “That’s just Xiaxia’s nature, it’s very endearing.”

“You’re the only one who doesn’t mind her. I used to worry—if she’s always so headstrong, what if she can’t find someone to marry?” Wenjing sighed as she spoke.