Jian Qing gazed down at the half-eaten dessert on her plate, no longer interested in taking another bite. Only when she was left with half a glass of juice did she get up.
She was wearing a light purple long dress, its loose style unable to conceal her bulging pregnant belly. Standing up, her pregnant belly appeared even more prominent.
Song Xirou looked at Jian Qing's protruding pregnant belly, jealousy welling up in her heart, seemingly threatening to swallow her sanity.
She does not deserve to carry Jingwu's child. Jian Qing does not deserve this.
Jian Qing, don't you dare give birth to his child. Don't you dare.
By the time Jian Qing paid the bill and left the cafe, Xirou's gaze still followed her.
Watching Jian Qing enter JK International, her hands lying on her knees clenched into fists, her bright red nails digging into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
"Xirou, Xirou!"
An Yu called her urgently, and only then did Song Xirou move her gaze away.
