"Tonight is so lively."
Song Qianlong stood by the window, gazing at the night view outside. In the distance, it seemed as though there were flashes of firelight and thick smoke rising.
Behind him, on the bed, Che Xintai lay wearing only her undergarments, happily caressing her bulging belly.
"Mr. Song, the day is approaching."
"Is it?"
Song Qianlong turned back and smiled.
He was very interested in whether it would be a cesarean delivery or a natural birth.
As for the life or death of the woman on the bed, he did not care.
She was just a vessel, and the life or death of a vessel was of little consequence.
However, it was quite necessary to appropriately soothe the vessel before that thing was born.
Returning to the bed, Song Qianlong lifted Che Xintai's chin with his finger.
"Lady Tai, once the child is born, I will divorce that rude woman and marry you properly!"
"Really?!"
Che Xintai's eyes widened with excitement, eager to throw herself into his arms.
