She had noticed early in the morning that her grandson had a dark expression and faint dark circles under his eyes, clearly showing he had not rested well... Of course, she didn't know that Moh Shiche was... angry.
"Yeah, we're all tired," Luo Qiangwei's eyes became even more bashful, and she stammered, "It's all because Shiche is just too strong... I'm a little overwhelmed..."
As she spoke, she raised her eyes to look at the man who had come over to sit down, her red lips pouting slightly, "Husband, I didn't mean to say it like that, since we're all family... You're not angry, right?"
Moh Shiche's hand, which was cutting the beef, suddenly tensed, his dark eyes meeting her smiling, beautiful face, and his thin lips curved in a half-smile, half-snarl, "Do you think I should be angry?"
"What's there to be angry about? A man should be strong!" Old Madam Moh affectionately glared at her grandson, then turned her gaze back to Luo Qiangwei, whose displeased expression had significantly lightened, "Since you two get along so well, it would be best if you could get pregnant during the honeymoon, you could give birth by the middle of next year."
Child.
Luo Qiangwei's face stiffened, then her whole body shuddered, the image of the child, brutally killed by Luo Hongying, flashed through her mind—
It was the baby she had just given birth to, still such a tiny infant...
A huge wave of sorrow surged up with no warning, and her eyes reddened in an instant.
Luo Qiangwei quickly covered her mouth and lowered her head. Old Madam Moh, seeing this, was taken aback, "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"
"It's nothing..." she choked out hoarsely, "I... need to use the restroom."
Old Madam Moh watched her hurriedly rush toward the restroom, and couldn't help frowning, "Cheche, you should go check on her, don't let her cause any trouble again, she's really not a worry-free child."
Although she said this, her heart was somewhat thrilled, could it be... she was really pregnant?!
...
In the restroom.
Luo Qiangwei bent over, leaning on the basin counter, scooping up cold water and splashing it on her face over and over again, but her tears couldn't stop flowing.
The harrowing cries of the baby echoed uncontrollably in her ears, cutting into her bleeding heart like knives...
She told herself to stop thinking about it, but she couldn't control her sorrowful thoughts.
Just as she was biting her lip and starting to cry, a deep male voice came from outside, "Luo Qiangwei?"
Luo Qiangwei was startled, she hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face in a fluster, her hands still trembling slightly, and began to touch up her makeup in front of the mirror.
But the tears continued to fall, landing on the back of her hand.
She couldn't cry anymore, she couldn't cry in front of anyone... In this life, she needed no tears and absolutely shouldn't cry, the one who should be crying wasn't her!
Luo Qiangwei hurriedly rolled up her left sleeve and bit down hard on her fair arm without hesitation!
A deep bite mark appeared instantly, almost breaking the skin.
The intense pain brought her sharply back to reality—
Luo Qiangwei braced herself on the basin counter, her head bowed as she took deep breaths, continuously pinching herself hard.
Moh Shiche stood at the door of the women's restroom; it was a quiet moment with few people around, and he grew impatient after waiting for a while. As he reached out to push the door open, it was suddenly pulled open from inside.
Luo Qiangwei walked out with a calm expression, not even glancing at him, and headed straight out.
Moh Shiche's handsome face darkened as he grabbed her arm, "Luo Qiangwei, I called you from outside, didn't you hear me?"
"I heard you, so what?" Her eyes slightly downcast, she replied with a faint smile, "Should I welcome you warmly just because I hear your voice? But Eldest Young Master Moh, you wouldn't fancy a woman like me, would you? I know you despise me, everyone knows that."