Recently, Chen Meng'er had been listless. Because she had something on her mind, she could not sleep well at night.
Yuwen Jing knew what Chen Meng'er was worried about. He comforted Chen Meng'er several times to make her feel at ease. Whether she wanted to give birth or not was up to her. As for others, he would take care of them.
Yuwen Jing thought that Chen Meng'er didn't want to have a child so early.
Because of the three old men, she was troubled.
However, what made Chen Meng'er unable to sleep at night was not the pressure the three old men put on her, but the pressure she put on herself.
In fact, her heart was not as opposed to having children so early as Yuwen Jing thought.
In her heart, she really liked children. Sometimes, Chen Meng'er could not help but think of a child of their own. Her heart was a mess of softness.
