Chen Jingzi sat on her living room couch and the more angry she got, the more obvious the movement in her belly became.
The eight-month fetus had formed a small bump in her stomach.
She raised her hand and pressed harshly on the raised little bump, her teeth grinding in her heart: You dare to form a bump, you dare.
The fetus temporarily went quiet.
Chen Jingzi thought of Ye Jiajia again.
Ye Jiajia, Ye Jiajia, if it weren't for you, Gu Xu and I would be perfectly fine now.
But you just had to intervene.
If not for you, why would Gu Xu abandon me?
Seeing Chen Jingzi's unease, her mother hurriedly poured a cup of warm water and returned to her side, handing her the water while comforting her.
"Azi, don't be so hard on yourself. Think about it, even though you and Gu Xu have divorced, didn't he give you half of his property?"
