At Clearcreek Mansion, Rong Qi woke up feeling disoriented and famished.
"Little Qi, you're awake? Have some congee to fill your stomach. Mrs. Hong made chicken soup, I'll have it brought to you later," said Ye Nanshen, offering her a warm bowl.
"Mm."
Rong Qi shot Ye Nanshen a glance, intrigued by his newfound tenderness. She thought, 'Did he find out about my blood donation to Rong Tianshi? Why else would he add nourishing jujubes into a simple bowl of congee?'
However, Rong Qi was never a fan of congee. After taking a few spoonfuls, she set it down.
Ye Nanshen gently picked it up, spooning another mouthful towards Rong Qi. He coaxed softly, "Mrs. Hong mentioned that women often have poor appetites during their first pregnancy. Seems like it's true. Little Qi, finish the congee; you'll need the energy."
"First pregnancy? What do you mean?" Rong Qi asked. A sense of foreboding washed over her.
