Seeing Tobanya so insistent, Meng Zhuqing felt extremely distressed and heartbroken. He cared for her deeply.
"Husband, please let me give birth, okay... okay? Let me give birth..." Tobanya suddenly began pleading with Meng Zhuqing.
Actually, she had pleaded once earlier; this was the second time.
Meng Zhuqing could tell that his wife was now determined to keep the child.
Originally, for a mother to want to give birth to her own child was natural; besides, she had always wanted to have a child for him. He could understand her desire. Because he understood, he felt even more compassion for her.
But he also knew well that nothing he said would change her mind.
Thus, Meng Zhuqing, barely suppressing his heartache, nodded and said, "Hmm, I promise you."
Tobanya instantly turned from sadness to joy and smiled, "Really?"
"Hmm, really." He paused, "I've promised you, so don't get too excited. Rest well and nurture the pregnancy. Come, lie down."
