At Sun Lixia's opulent villa, the afternoon tea gathering amongst the matriarchs of the families was a serene affair. Madam Tang, Li Yanyan, Mu Lingling, and the ever-gracious hostess Sun Lixia savored the tranquility, their laughter echoing through the lavish halls in the absence of the menfolk, who had ventured out on an errand.
Mu Lingling's remark about her pregnant daughter's constant slumber elicited a chorus of amused understanding. "Let her rest, she is carrying the heirs of the Li family," Sun Lixia said, her tone brimming with anticipation.
Li Yanyan couldn't contain her excitement. "Oh yes, I can't wait for her to give birth so we can finally meet the twins. It will be lively to finally have babies here."
Madam Tang, ever the voice of reason, tempered their eagerness. "Well, it's still a long way to go. She is still three months pregnant."
