Fong Shumo had hired a special babysitter to serve her, a pregnant woman. They had been married for so many years, yet she was unable to conceive a child. That was why Ji Minhuai went to Ji Mengyao, a lover, in the hope that she would give him another son.
When Ji Mengyao came down from the second floor, she saw Fong Shumo drinking porridge with a voice full of jealousy and mockery, "Eat slower, don't choke the child to death."
Fong Shumo knew that Ji Mengyao was intentionally provoking her, so she ignored her and continued to eat her bowl of porridge.
"I wonder who the child inside is?" Ji Mengyao came into the living room and sat on the sofa. "If it's second brother, then it's really going to be interesting!"
Ji Mengyao mocked with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and then mentioned the matter between Ji Yao and Fong Shumo.
"Ha!" Fong Shumo chuckled. "Then at least I have one. I'm not like you, with no movements in your stomach."