Song Ning placed her hand on her stomach, feeling the warmth of her unborn child. She couldn't help but feel grateful for being pregnant at that moment.
"Thank you so much, my little baby, for being my ticket to marrying your father," she said gently. "Even though he's upset with me right now and won't talk to me, I'll make him forgive me. I promise."
She looked down at her belly and added, "And as long as you're with Mommy, I won't let any other woman come between your father and me. I'll fight for our family and for our future."
Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening interrupted her thoughts. She turned and saw her handsome husband, still damp from his shower, with a towel draped casually over his shoulder.
Song Ning cleared her throat and sat up from the bed, trying to get Jingyun's attention. "Good morning, Jingyun," she said, her voice soft and gentle, hoping that he would finally talk to her.