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When Liang Zhou brought the news back to Mu Qing, his hand that was holding the book tightened, tearing half the page from the book.

Liang Zhou was slightly taken aback but did not say anything. She turned around and poured Mu Qing a glass of water.

Mu Qing’s faint voice rang from behind her. “You have to prepare a big gift for Song Ning to show our concern. She’s pregnant with my grandson after all.”

Liang Zhou turned around and awkwardly said, The old lady has yet to announce this to the public; I overheard this. I think she’s afraid of mishaps so she’s keeping it under wraps for now. That old lady really loves her grandson and her granddaughter-in-law a lot; her great-grandchild is naturally precious.”

Mu Qing nodded and smoothed the torn page as though nothing had happened. “Alright. Then let’s pretend we’re not privy to it. Send some fresh fruits over. You can chat with them and build a good relationship as well…”

After passing the glass of water to Mu Qing, Liang Zhou said with a sigh, “If only things were so easy. They don’t like me very much…”

Mu Qing said plainly, “Regardless, it’s best to continue trying. Relationships aren’t built in a day. The more you invest your time, the greater the returns. Doesn’t Song Ning have Zhuang Ji? It’s good if you visit more often and help her attract more businesses…”

Liang Zhou did not say anything else. She knew it was pointless to say anything at this moment because Mu Qing was feeling uneasy. No matter what she said now, he would have something to say in return. What she was most concerned about now was to make sure Song Ning’s child was not born.

a ferocious beast. Song Ning was too happy, and it reminded her of her sister, Liang Zhen. Seeing this happiness, she was incredibly jealous. She could not bear to

but smile when Gao Wen’s ferocious expression flashed in her mind. She thought to herself, ‘What a

Zhou thought she still had almost ten months to act. There would be many opportunities for her

…

the bed as Jiahui gently massaged her legs. She held a small plate of walnuts that Mu

the other hand, the only person Cheng Che could see at this moment

and handed him a handful of walnuts because he did not want Cheng Che staring at Song Ning’s legs. Nevertheless. he knew Cheng Che was just staring at Jiahui’s hands, and Song Ning’s legs were probably no different from a block of wood in Cheng Che’s

the massage, she raised her hands and asked, “Your Majesty,

head. “I’m lying down so much

already reached out and placed his hand on Song Ning’s forehead. “Do

Mu, she still has seven to eight months left before giving birth. If you continue to be like this,

not mind Jiahui’s words. He said, “It’s better to