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  She still wanted a wedding ceremony. She wanted to put on a wedding gown and stand by his side, letting the world know that Yan Rusheng was her man.

  Indeed, humans are never content……

  This was the third time Zhou Shuang went to the washroom since Xuxu left.

  She emerged from the washroom. She took a mug and poured herself some water. Then she walked to the window and drew the curtains, looking at the scenery beyond.

  N City’s night landscape was captivating. She opened the windows and a cold gust of wind blew into the room.

  She gripped tightly onto her mug. The warmth of the water radiated into her palm.

  Her legs started to feel tired after a while, so she leaned sideways on the window.

  “Oh, my.”


  Suddenly, the young fellow in her womb gave her a kick. She felt like her tummy dented out during his kick.

  She gently rubbed her tummy. “Naughty one, why did you kick Mommy?”


  Zhou Shuang said, looking down at her belly.

  The wind blew in and she sneezed.

  One sneeze after the other.

  She hurriedly closed the windows, in fear of catching a cold. She drew the curtains and walked over to her bed. She placed the mug onto the bedside cabinet and suddenly saw that behind the pack of tissues, was a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles.

  She recognized it immediately—those were the spectacles that Lu Yinan usually wore to complete his refined look.

  Zhou Shuang took the pair of spectacles and sat on the bed. She leaned against her pillow and stared at the spectacles from all angles.

  “This fellow is always acting refined. Let’s see if these spectacles have a degree,” Zhou Shuang murmured to herself as she put it on.

  She didn’t feel dizzy.

  But her view brightened and the colors of everything in her sight was much more vivid.

  “So this pair of spectacles is not completely useless after all,” she murmured, taking them off. She observed it carefully before putting it on again. “Seems like Sissy Lu is not just trying to act refined.”


  There was an N City health magazine on the bedside cabinet as well.

  Without taking the spectacles off, she picked the magazine up. It was opened on the fifth page and printed on it was an interview of a renowned pediatrician.

  It described with great details such as how to take care of newborns, things to note, things to do and more.

  Was Sissy Lu reading this just now?

  Zhou Shuang frowned. She looked at the cover, then flipped it back to the interview page. Her heart started to feel weird.

  She closed the magazine and threw it aside. She took the spectacles off and threw it onto the bedside cabinet. She turned off the lights and lay down, covering herself with the blankets.

  The huge suite was so quiet, she could hear her own heartbeat.

  But, why was her heart beating so fast?

  Zhou Shuang tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep because of her racing heart. She suspected that she had drunk too much tea.

  She had seen online that pregnant women would experience all sorts of weird ailments.

  That must be it.

  She flipped herself over and closed her eyes, trying to stop her brain from overthinking.

  Quickly, she began to feel tired. She yawned a few times consecutively and finally fell into a slumber.

  “Oh, my.”


  Suddenly, both sides of her tummy felt a kick. The fellows in her tummy seemed to have a mass revolt—they were rhythmically kicking her.