"You've been trying to conceive with Boss Shen for quite a while, haven't you? Why hasn't there been any response yet?"
"Yeah." Qiao Xi looked up, her smile insouciant: "These things are all about fate."
Shen Dang had always comforted her not to hurry, and Qiao Xi had now come to terms with it.
She believed in the concept of timing.
Since the child wasn't arriving, it simply meant the right time hadn't come yet.
"Eat an apple."
Su Tutu took the apple and pulled Qiao Xi's hand to her round belly.
Qiao Xi was perplexed: "What's this for?"
Su Tutu's eyes were smiling, "To share the joy, your goddaughter is about to be born. This is to pass on the good pregnancy luck to you."
In the late stages of pregnancy, Su Tutu became even more radiant.
Her once sharp chin now resembled an apple—round, her skin fair with a rosy flush, radiating a different kind of beauty.
