"Since you believe him, then just continue dating him. I've already said, I won't poke my nose into your business. It's all written in the books of fate, you're destined to be toyed with by him."
"Written in fate? I refuse to buy it!" objected Jin Qingyue, adamant about the matter.
"That's up to you."
"You guys are always so busy, it's rare that you're home together. Stay for dinner," said Mrs. Jin.
"Alright."
At the dining table, everyone avoided the topic of fortune-telling and instead focused on discussing bearing children.
Grinning from ear to ear, the old Mrs. Jin said, "Xiaoning, hurry and bear some children while you're still young. It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, we will dote on them very much, as long as they're a Jin. Besides, you're going to have an easier time returning to your prenatal state if you give birth early."
