Qing City, in a café in the city, Cheng Su and Hualing sat facing each other.
Cheng Su handed over two more paper napkins to Hualing, sighing inwardly.
Hualing took them and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Isn’t it funny?" Hualing suddenly said, laughing self-deprecatingly, "I still confidently told you that Chen Shouwang wouldn’t dare to mess around outside, that he didn’t have the guts. But the truth is..."
She patted her own face and said, "My face, slapped hard by my own words, isn’t it hilarious?"
Cheng Su felt a pang of distress and said, "Don’t be like this!"
She was not good at comforting others, especially with such a mess where anything said seemed pale and meaningless.
For a moment, Cheng Su didn’t know what to say, thinking of what Chen Shouwang had said that day, she asked, "Are you pregnant?"
"Yes!" Hualing showed a bitter smile and said, "I’ve been longing for a child for so long, I didn’t expect him to come at this time. Do you think the heavens are playing tricks on me? Not coming sooner or later, but right now."
That woman has a child, and now I have a child too. Haha, isn’t that a pretty ridiculous joke?
Hualing’s tears fell again.
"Really dramatic!" Cheng Su muttered, inwardly cursing Chen Shouwang as a real scumbag.



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