Su Nian snorted coldly at Zheng Haoyu's sycophantic behaviour. "Oh, do a little sweet talk and that settles it? No way in hell," she thought.
Without looking at him, she turned her head away. Zheng Haoyu chuckled, entered the room, got close to Su Nian, placed his large hand on her belly, and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Honey, don't be angry, okay? For the sake of our baby, let's not fight anymore."
"Zheng Haoyu, you... uh..." Before she could finish speaking, her cherry blossom lips were sealed by his.
With a soft kiss, Zheng Haoyu expressed his apology and regret. His hand stayed on Su Nian's belly. In his heart, he muttered three words: I am sorry.
"Zheng Haoyu, do you think it's that easy? Delivering a short, good-hearted speech means I am supposed to forgive you?" Just as they broke apart, Su Nian pushed him away, sarcastic and cold.