For the first time, Mrs. Hong saw Ye Nanshen so genuinely elated. His happiness, his delight—it was all from the depths of his soul.
Mrs. Hong's eyes grew misty as she spoke, unable to hold back her emotions, "Master Shen, Madam is pregnant. Soon, you will have a family of three."
Ye Nanshen nodded, his heart pounding exuberantly, a smile fixed on his face that refused to fade away.
Clutching the medical report, Ye Nanshen sank into the nearby couch. One hand held the report, while the other was clenched into a fist, lightly touching his lips. The joy on his face was impossible to conceal.
He'd lost count of the number of times he'd muttered to himself, "Little Qi is pregnant."
It was as if he was reassuring himself that the news was true.
By the time Zhuang Ling and Xu Yi came in to report, they found Ye Nanshen sitting alone in the expansive living room, grinning like an idiot.
"Master Shen…"
