"No problem. But however much I make, you'll have to eat all of it. Otherwise, I won't cook for you again." If cooking could help her eat a bit more, Su Chaoyang didn't mind transforming into a househusband.
The woman frowned pitifully, "Why are you like this… It's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that I can't fit it in—"
"Even if you can't fit it in, you've got to eat. For the baby, for me, okay?"
"…" With her husband pleading like this, could she possibly say no? She was completely defenseless against him.
The wedding was drawing closer day by day, and Su Chaoyang was getting busier as well, while Mu Xiangwan still didn't need to worry about a single thing. She simply focused on taking care of her pregnancy at home.
Li An'an finally showed up, but she didn't give Mu Xiangwan any heads-up beforehand. She was already at the doorstep before calling to ask if Mu Xiangwan was home, which left Mu Xiangwan quite astonished.
