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"Old Xie, who are all these people? Are they here to see my big belly? Wuu, my little feet are so sore from standing too long. Are they all bullying me because I’m pregnant? I don’t know who lacks such decency, wanting to watch a drama without minding the fuss, turning this place into a theatre. Let’s go, quickly help me back to Yan’s place—"
Yan Jinsu’s face slightly pale, she glanced disdainfully around her and spoke with full contempt:
"Tsk tsk, it’s rare for me to step out, and first I’m intercepted like being punished to stand and forced to acknowledge relatives, then I have to be watched and pointed at like a monkey. What unforgivable sin have I, Yan Jinsu, committed, to attract such attention? So unlucky! Every time I encounter her, it’s like I’ve had eight generations of bad luck."
Yan Jinsu’s volume wasn’t low. Many who had come to ’watch the drama’ got a retort from Yan Jinsu, making their faces look ugly, and feeling a mix of laughter and tears inside.
No wonder she, the pregnant woman, was angry. Compared to Yan Jinxian, who acts like a delicate Little White Flower, seeing Yan Jinsu with her belly protruding, her little face only slightly pale [she was actually fair-skinned], made her appear much more vulnerably real.
After all, Yan Jinsu’s big belly was right there for all to see, obviously garnering more sympathy than Yan Jinxian.
As she passed by Yan Jinxian, Yan Jinsu let out a low sneer and mockingly said in a volume loud enough for Yan Jinxian to hear, "Oh, right, my man doesn’t pick up worn-out shoes!"
"You!" Yan Jinsu’s words clearly revealed that she saw through Yan Jinxian’s wild ambitions, which made Yan Jinxian extremely embarrassed, her pale face filled with tears as she watched Yan Jinsu walk away with her husband.
She could also hear Xie Jingchen’s deep voice tenderly coaxing his little wife:
"Wife, my main lady, don’t make jokes like that! In this lifetime, I, Xie Jingchen, will only have you. And, don’t listen to such old women’s words, it’s not good for the baby’s education..."
Such words? Old women?
Yan Jinxian wasn’t deaf, and hearing Xie Jingchen’s words clearly, she was infuriated deep inside: She, dignifying him with her attention, and this man dared to despise her?
If Yan Jinsu and Xie Jingchen knew about Yan Jinxian’s ’only I am honored’ mentality, they would really die laughing.
Xie Jingchen helped his wife back to Yan’s side, instructing her to be careful, and to not let miscellaneous people come close to his third sister-in-law.
He hadn’t noticed anything amiss when Zhou Zhenghui came looking for a way out and had the butler invite him over, leaving him anxious about leaving Yan Jinsu’s side.
Now, he had to seriously think of a way to prevent his wife from getting pregnant again. If it weren’t for her being pregnant, Xie Jingchen would still have some trust in his wife’s ability to protect herself.
But the issue was, Yan Jinsu really couldn’t afford to take any damage right now, let alone the crack in the Soul Crystal in her brain, just the three little Baobaos in her belly were enough to cause Xie Jingchen great worry.
On the other hand, after leaving Yan Jinsu’s side, Fan Hongshan sent a servant to fetch her husband.
She waited not far away, watching the male servant bow slightly behind Zhou Yilang, whispering, and subtly pointing in her direction when her husband inquired.
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