As the deed was done, Zhou Jiajia lounged back on the couch, stretching out with the languid ease of a cat in the sun. A deep exhale escaped her, and she was enveloped in a reflective solitude.
"Really.... What's the big deal about bringing a mini Zhang Wei into the world?" she pondered aloud, her voice tinged with solemnity.
A slight pout tugged at her lips, her imagination running wild with visions of herself as an honorary aunt, strolling through parks and doling out unsolicited advice.
"For all you know, I might just retire early and start a daycare. 'Auntie Jiajia's Palace of Tiny Tots and Wayward Idols'," she mused, her thoughts drifting to a utopian future filled with laughter, diapers, and maybe the occasional comeback tour.
Snap!
But then, as if someone had flicked her on the forehead, she snapped back to reality, her cheeks burning with the heat of a thousand spotlights.
!!
