After Chen Yuxin hung up the phone, she sat lazily on the sofa, lightly holding a glass bottle in her slender hand, inside were some silver powders. Her face showed a hint of fatigue and decisiveness, her belly was already slightly bulging. As time went by, the symptoms of pregnancy became more obvious. Her other hand gently stroked her belly, as if caressing the fetus; however, at this moment, Chen Yuxin seemed to have none of the excitement and joy of becoming a mother, but rather appeared worried.
"Ruoya, do you think it's really okay for me to do this?" Chen Yuxin's gaze fell onto the glass bottle in her hand. The powder inside still emitted a sparkling light, much like decorative glitter. Chen Ruoya stood by, head lowered, with a high-cold demeanor.
"In my view, whatever the Family Head does is always right."
"But... will he like this?"
