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After a meal that lasted until after seven in the evening, with the main dishes warmed up five or six times, the guests and hosts finally dispersed happily.
As soon as everyone had left, Zhang Shan Ni could no longer hold on and walked straight to the sofa, collapsing onto it, "Oh my, it’s my first time hosting a dinner and I’m so tired~"
Zhang Shan Ni rubbed her large belly while trying to massage her calves, feeling for the first time the inconvenience of being a ’pregnant woman.’
After all, she had just been sitting there, accompanying the meal and drinks.
Because towards the end, tasks like warming the dishes were snatched up by Lin Aifei, as if she were trying to atone for something.
Sister Yanzi took advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention to tell her about Lin Aifei’s situation.
Hearing this, she felt that the Lin family was much like the Zhang family.
But Lin Aifei was slightly better off; she was stronger than the original host, because at least she had a loving grandfather who lived a relatively long life and had arranged a good match for her early on.
So, when Lin Aifei turned eighteen, she married Jiang Hongrong, who was several years older than her, and from then on, she followed him and rarely returned to the Lin family.
In fact, the Lin family didn’t pay much attention to this daughter, but when Lin Aihong encountered that incident, the first person they thought of was their daughter Lin Aifei.
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Thinking of the original host’s family, Zhang Shan Ni felt so exasperated that she pouted. In this era, being born a girl is indeed a disadvantage, and with an out-of-tune mother, that’s just a disaster scene!
"Wife, are you feeling unwell?"
Xie Jingchen had been closely supporting her on the way back. Seeing her act without regard for appearance, his face showed concern. Seeing that she couldn’t reach her calves, he stooped down, placed her feet on his thigh, and gently massaged them. He was truly gentle, fearing that too much force would hurt her.
"There’s no discomfort; I’m just tired," replied Zhang Shan Ni coquettishly, slumping on the sofa without wanting to move an inch, even closing eyes.
She hadn’t napped today and was indeed a bit tired.
She leaned her head on the back of the sofa in an unseemly position, and with the comfortable pressure on her calves, she felt even sleepier. She murmured to the man in a soft, whiny voice, "Brother Chen, I’m so sleepy~ Hold me!"
Hearing his wife’s rare coquettishness, Xie Jingchen’s heart melted, and he let out a deep, muffled chuckle. His large hands gently wrapped around her bulky body, and as she rubbed against his chest like a kitten, he couldn’t help but feel tenderness.
At this moment, holding the woman in his arms, he felt as if he had the whole world.
Zhang Shan Ni was indeed very tired. After being carried back to bed by the man, she couldn’t awaken even as he gently took off her outer clothes and wiped her face and hands. As soon as she touched the bed, she fell into a deep sleep.
Xie Jingchen looking at his little wife so tired, truly felt heartache.
He hadn’t thought things through properly for today’s feast; he had been too excited, only considering his own emotions and not his wife’s physical condition.
It was a mistake, and he bore the burden justly.
Xie Jingchen lay beside his little wife, his big hand gently covering her bulging belly, softly stroking it with sincere gratitude.
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