Lin Gantang casually placed the list on Wen Yanqing's usual work-from-home desk, touched her belly, and didn't feel anything.
So she went about her business as usual. If she didn't feel like cooking at noon, she would ask Aunt Zhong to come over, then she would water the houseplants and sit in her recliner to enjoy the distant view.
Remembering the doctor's advice to eat more fruits and vegetables, she went back to the living room to grab an apple to munch on, the epitome of relaxation.
She stretched comfortably, thinking how a tiny life was growing inside her without her noticing, the continuation of her and her lover's bloodline. It felt truly miraculous.
After a while, Lin Gantang heard the door open and thought Aunt Zhong had arrived.
She wondered why Aunt Zhong was so quick today but saw when she looked up that it was Wen Yanqing who had come in.
"Aren't you at work?" Lin Gantang asked as she approached with a puzzled look.
"I've finished." Wen Yanqing said.
