Wang Guozhu longed for a son. Now that Zhang Xiaohui was carrying one, he truly cared very much about it.
But Wang Guozhu's head began to throb when he thought about Zhou Hong's attitude.
But he could only comfort Zhang Xiaohui. "Don't worry, I will certainly marry you. Just wait a little longer. Our son is still in your womb. Don't be angry; just take care of the child.
"Now your winter clothes are thick and can conceal your pregnancy for a while. No matter what, you must have this child. Nothing must happen to him."
Of course, Zhang Xiaohui wanted to keep this child. This child carried all her hopes. Her marriage to Wang Guozhu and her dream of becoming a rich city lady all depended on this child. Of course, she would take good care of him.
But she would not say such a thing to Wang Guozhu.
