One o'clock in the morning.
Yeh Cangqiong brought up the freshly cooked omurice again.
At this moment, Chi Xiaoyu was holding a glass of red wine, tilting her head back to drink it.
"You're drinking alcohol!!"
Yeh Cangqiong snatched the glass from her hand.
Chi Xiaoyu smiled indifferently, "Don't listen to those doctors, they keep telling you not to do this or that. It's just being pregnant, not a terminal illness. Back when I was pregnant with Xiao Tian and Xiao Guai, didn't I also drink myself blind in the bar? See, aren't they perfectly fine?"
"Alright, stop it, just eat your food and go to bed!"
Yeh Cangqiong handed her the plate of omurice.
She swept it away with a slap, flipping the whole plate of omurice.
The plate shattered on the ground, rice scattered across the white wool carpet, a mess.
Yeh Cangqiong's expression suddenly changed.
He had intended to go to bed after taking a shower, exhausted from a whole day's work.
