Mu Family manor.
An Yan rarely slept in, having been quite tense recently.
When she opened her eyes, there was an empty space beside her.
She reached out to touch it, finding the sheets ice-cold, realizing that Fu Shiyan must have gotten up a while ago.
She slowly got up, supporting her belly, and took her cell phone from the bedside table to send him a message.
[The babies are awake!]
fsy: [The big baby or the little babies?]
An Yan replied with a smile, [The big baby is awake, and the little babies have started moving too!]
fsy: [I am in the study handling some documents, coming now.]
After getting out of bed and freshening up, An Yan saw Fu Shiyan walking in with a tray.
He glanced at An Yan, "Mom made Eight-Treasure Porridge, and also fried your favorite rice cake."
An Yan walked over and leaned against him, hugging his arm, "Ayan, I feel so happy right now."
