The answer was, of course, no.
At 39 weeks pregnant, there was a slight show during the night and, besides mild contractions, there was no other reaction.
Mr. Chen's expression was tight as he hung up the doctor's phone and then instructed the butler to arrange for a confinement nanny, quickly getting the necessities ready to go to the hospital.
At ten o'clock at night, the lights were bright in Pok Fu Lam, bustling with activity.
At this crucial moment, Liang Weining finished an orange, supported her waist and slowly walked into the walk-in wardrobe, carefully picking out a pink nightgown.
The man asked her what she was doing.
Liang Weining said, "I'm going to take a bath first."
??
If she remembered correctly, she had already taken one around seven.
But the young girl had a good reason.
"I want to smell nice when meeting the little baby."
With that, she changed into non-slip slippers and entered the bathroom.
Leaving Mr. Chen standing still.
