CHAPTER 429: CHAPTER 346: AQUARIUS VS PISCES

Zhou Rou looked unconvinced, but the corners of her lips still curved slightly, showing she was in a good mood.

Zhang Meihua glanced at Mrs. Zhou and apologized sincerely: "Shufang! I owe you an apology! Originally, I thought Li Fei was new to Beijing and unfamiliar with the place. Since your Zhou Rou and she are from the same hometown, plus we have such a close relationship, it wouldn’t hurt for the girls to keep in touch so she’d have someone to rely on there. Who could have imagined things would turn out like this?

Don’t worry! In the future, watch how I, Zhang Meihua, handle things. I promise I’ll genuinely improve our relationship!"

Mrs. Zhou remained silent but felt quite relieved seeing the guilt written on the faces of this mother and daughter.

She recalled her daughter’s analysis: if she ended up with Mr. Han Sr., it would indeed be beneficial to her family.

As for Han Mingxue, he had already gone abroad. Who knows if he’ll ever come back in this lifetime? Even if he does, they’re in North City and he’s in Beijing, so there wouldn’t be many chances to meet.

She decided to simply act as if he didn’t exist. The key now was to take advantage of Mr. Han Sr.’s warmth towards her and strike while the iron was hot, making sure to get married.

That way, she’d always have the upper hand over Zhang Meihua.

"Meihua! Since you put it like that, my anger has dissipated quite a bit! Look at the fight we had at Central Market before—what a joke that was!

They say, ’Not part of the same household, not under the same roof!’ So be it! As long as you and your daughter know better now, that’s enough! At the end of the day, it was all a twist of fate!

Who could have predicted that folks far away in Beijing would have such tangled connections with people from our little place? It’s hard to explain!"

Zhang Meihua forced a smile and nodded. "You’re absolutely right! Sigh! My Fei’er truly has had a tough life! Anyway, now that we’ve cleared the air, let’s not dwell on unhappy things anymore!"

When Mr. Han Sr. returned, the lively atmosphere between the two families made it seem as though they were lifelong best friends. He couldn’t help but think how quickly these women seemed to change.

With all resistance gone, Mr. Han Sr. and Mrs. Zhou reconciled and were as good as ever.

Afterward, Mrs. Zhou brought up the idea of getting a marriage certificate, but Mr. Han Sr. refused, citing his son’s recent passing. To pacify her, he even bought her a diamond ring and promised to file for the certificate after their one-year anniversary.

Of course, Mrs. Zhou understood his true intentions. At their age, getting together was more about mutual calculation than anything else.

Li Si raised an eyebrow. "So that means Zhang Meihua really needs to address Mrs. Zhou differently now!"

What an amusing relationship! They were originally equals, but now someone had become the senior.

How would they even address each other when spending time together?

Li Si chuckled as she recalled Zhang Meihua’s twisted expression—it was quite hilarious!

Leng Mochen adjusted her scarf for her, pulling it tighter. "If we’re talking from Mr. Han Sr.’s perspective, then yes, she probably needs to call her something. But since they haven’t officially gotten married yet, it makes sense if she doesn’t for now."

The couple exchanged smiles, and Li Si couldn’t help but tease, "Hubby! Do you think they ever imagined things would turn out this way? Luckily, Han Mingxue isn’t in the country; otherwise, he’d be so exasperated! And his mom—do you think she can accept this news without having a heart attack?"

Li Si remembered that Mrs. Han seemed to have heart issues. If she hadn’t once kindly offered her some herbal water to regulate her condition, she might have passed away during the earlier conflicts.

What a pity! Not only did her good deed go unappreciated, but she was also constantly maligned for it.

"Whether she can handle it or not is her problem. Wife, are you tired? It’s getting dark—let’s head back, shall we?" They had been out for quite a while, and the cold wind tonight made it unsuitable to linger.

"Alright!" Li Si supported her lower back. While her feet weren’t swollen anymore, walking for long periods still made her legs ache.

As they strolled near the pavilion, they came across another pregnant woman whom Li Si had seen a few times before during her walks with Sister Ding.

"Hello!" The woman was cheerful and greeted Li Si warmly.

"Hello!" Li Si smiled politely and nodded.

The woman gave Leng Mochen a long look and, in her natural way, asked, "Is that your husband?"

"Mm-hmm!" Li Si replied casually. She remembered the woman lived a few buildings away.

The woman gazed enviously at the couple and teased, "Gosh, you’re so lucky! Look how attentive your husband is, patiently walking with you! Unlike mine—he’s always so busy I can hardly ever catch him. Who knows what he’s up to out there!"

Li Si didn’t know what to say, so she just chuckled awkwardly in response. They weren’t that close—why act like they were?

She could already sense Leng Mochen’s displeasure.

Ever since the parking lot incident, Leng Mochen had been wary of Li Si interacting with strangers. One could never be too careful—who knows when someone might turn on you?

The woman seemed eager to chat further, but Li Si cut her off quickly: "Sorry! Maybe another time! It’s so cold—we’re going home now!"

She simply didn’t have the patience for idle chatter with mere acquaintances.

Every family deals with its own share of difficulties. Oversharing with strangers just leads to awkwardness.

The woman froze for a moment, then smiled slightly. "Alright! Sorry for bothering you!" She turned and headed in another direction.

When Li Si and Leng Mochen returned home, he asked, "Who was that woman? How do you know her?"

Li Si rolled her eyes at him. "Who says I know her? I’ve just bumped into her a couple of times while walking—not even acquaintances!"

Leng Mochen frowned slightly. "That woman’s no simple character. Don’t pay her any attention!"

Li Si waved her hand dismissively. "Relax! I’m due soon anyway—why would I have time for her?"

Tomorrow was Xiaonian, the 10th, and her due date was supposed to be the 22nd. But who knows if that’s accurate?

Many babies come early or late. Sister Ding had mentioned that boys tend to arrive early more often, but none of that was guaranteed.

She was already engrossed in calculating dates and seemed torn over this.

Leng Mochen couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he sat beside her. "What? Am I being too controlling?"

Li Si glanced sideways at him. "What are you talking about? I’m just debating whether it’s better for our son to be born in the twelfth lunar month or during the first lunar month!"

Leng Mochen stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Now that’s a tough one! One has the earliest birthday of the year, and the other has the latest!"

Li Si snuggled into his arms. "And then there’s the matter of his zodiac sign! If he’s born before Lunar New Year’s Day, he’ll be an Aquarius. If he’s born after, he’ll be a Pisces. Wouldn’t a Pisces boy be too sentimental?"

Although she wasn’t well-versed in zodiac signs, she knew a little about their typical traits.

What a dilemma!

Leng Mochen gently stroked her hair. "How reliable are zodiac signs anyway? Tell me about Aquarius."

"Aquarius men tend to be independent and unique, but boys should have some masculinity, right?"

Leng Mochen smirked. "So you’re saying Pisces men lack masculinity?"

That was blatantly biased!

Li Si paused. "Hmm, that’s true! Ah, I’m just overthinking it!"

"Didn’t you say you’d like him to be born on Valentine’s Day? Then there’s nothing left to debate!"

"Hubby! Unless it’s a C-section, I can’t choose when he’ll be born! Besides, I want to have a natural birth!"

During her prenatal check-ups, the doctor had said her body condition was perfectly suited for a natural delivery, which was healthier for both mother and baby.

Leng Mochen gently reassured her, "Just let it happen naturally. No matter his zodiac sign, he’ll still be our son!"

Li Si nodded. He was right. Ultimately, it was up to fate. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, please visit Qidian.com to cast recommendation or monthly votes. Your support motivates me greatly. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)