Juhua couldn't help but burst out laughing. Suddenly, she stopped. If her hands weren't covered in dirt, she would have clapped them over her mouth—He and Zhang Dashuan were standing in the middle of the courtyard, staring at her and Huai Zi with overjoyed expressions.
He asked excitedly, "Huai Zi, is Juhua expecting?"
Huai Zi was in the middle of a happy tirade when Juhua suddenly jabbed him in the arm. Only then did he realize his parents had come in at some point. Hearing He's question, he said awkwardly, "No... not yet. We're just preparing, hehe, just preparing..."
Juhua wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it. 'It's one thing to talk about this with Huai Zi, but when the whole family discusses me getting pregnant and having babies, I feel so uncomfortable.' And yet, they all looked so excited whenever the topic came up—carrying on the family line and producing heirs was a major affair, after all. He's eyes, in particular, roamed over her ceaselessly.
