"I am pregnant with Xiao Mo's only child." Rao Jingxue showed up in front of Rao Jingru as soon as Xiao Mo left, defiantly: "You must take good care of me. If anything goes wrong with my child, Xiao Mo will not let you go."
Rao Jingru quietly looked at Rao Jingxue, said seriously: "Rest assured, I will take care of you."
"That would be great." Rao Jingxue sneered and went out of the study.
The study was quiet again. Rao Jingru took the book and sat back on the sofa. Her sight rested on the title page, but her ears were listening to the movement in the living room.
Sometimes she would think, if she really died, would Xiao Mo be sad?
He might be. The last time she was going to jump off a building, Xiao Mo's panic didn't look like a fake.
But she didn't want her leaving to make him sad.
