"Mom, don't be angry. Mingcheng just can't accept it right now." Gu Mingzhu gently patted Fang Yue's back, comforting her: "Mom, don't worry, Mingcheng and I were both raised by you, we both remember how good you've been to us. When Mingcheng thinks it through, he'll understand why you did it."
"I hope so." Fang Yue's overwhelming anger calmed down again thanks to Gu Mingzhu's reassurance. She said, "Mingzhu, now that you're carrying a baby, you need to take care of yourself."
Fang Yue paused, then remembered another matter, and said, "Mingzhu, what do you think about the wedding?"
"What do I think?" Gu Mingzhu asked.
Fang Yue glanced at her belly, and said, "The Jiang Family thinks the wedding would be too exhausting, so they want to get the marriage certificate first, and then have the ceremony after the baby's born. What about you?"
