Chapter 10

Chapter 10

My father-in-law had been working as a guest judge on a traditional opera talent show recently. It required filming late into the night for several days straight, so he hadn’t been home.

My mother-in-law and Li Muzhou stayed out until past ten o’clock. When they finally returned, they were laughing and chatting like a pair of lovers who had just made things official.

I stayed in the guest bedroom, deliberately avoiding them.

I was afraid that if I saw them acting all lovey-dovey, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from throwing up.

Just like my last pregnancy, my morning sickness was incredibly severe this time. Even the slightest unpleasant smell was enough to send my stomach into a violent upheaval.

The bastard and my mother-in-law bid each other goodnight before he finally, reluctantly, returned to the room.

I turned my back to him, pretending to be fast asleep.

He moved quietly as he washed up and showered. While he was in there, he even started humming a Huangmei tune.

A moment later, smelling faintly of mint, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me from behind, just as he always did.

I shifted away slightly and said, “Separate blankets. I’m not feeling well.”

“Is the little guy in your belly giving you a hard time again?”

No, no, no. The one giving me a hard time isn’t the “little guy,” it’s you, you bastard!

“Thank you, Miaomiao,” his voice suddenly turned exceptionally tender.

“If you hadn’t reminded me, I wouldn’t have known that the title of ‘Mom’ meant so much to Sister Yumei. She was overjoyed today; she held me and cried and laughed at the same time.”

“She told me to thank you. She said that me calling her ‘Mom’ made her feel like our relationship is closer and more intimate.”

My heart sank.

That bastard sold me out in broad daylight! Now my mother-in-law will be even more certain that I’m the one instigating things behind the scenes!

Sigh!

Looking at it from another perspective, haven’t I truly become the “wicked maidservant stirring up trouble in the shadows”?

“Miaomiao, why aren’t you saying anything? You’ve been so cold to me these past few days. What’s wrong?”

He pulled me closer and stroked my belly, switching to the tone one uses with a child. “Stinky baby, stop bothering Mommy. We have to love Mommy dearly. You have no idea how wonderful it feels to have a mother…”

He nuzzled the back of my neck, and I felt a hint of moisture.

Why on earth was this bastard crying?

It made my own nose sting with tears.

I’d heard that pregnant women cry easily, and it was certainly true!