The Bracelet Out of the Bag I

Madam Xue was given care fairly well. Her maid was refilling her rice bowl immediately. Her husband was feeding her the stew as if treating a baby while she was smiling brightly like a promoted politician at a press release, unlike her own daughter who appeared to be not—really into the exotic cuisine before her.

After the dinner, Lu Zhaoyang escorted her mother back to the room. Her mother had a seat and held her hand endearingly, "Yang, be honest with mommy. Do you really think mommy should not have this child?"

Looking into her loving gaze, Zhaoyang smiled and shook her head lightheartedly, "Nah, it's just I felt you should be cautious about things. You got to be responsible for your own body and I am worried for you."

Her mother let go of her reply as she caressed her stomach, "Thanks to our family, I can feel I'm in very good shape now. The doctor might have exaggerated certain things. I believe that the baby will be fine with good rest."