Sure, here's the translation:
No matter how much Xin Jiar tried to persuade Peng Yufei to go, Peng Yufei firmly refused, saying, "Jiaren, you're about to give birth soon, and at this time, I can't leave. There's a fashion show in autumn, I can go and see it then."
"Fool!"
Xin Jiar cursed him as a fool, but then she threw herself into Peng Yufei's arms. In the past, whether it was the spring fashion show or the autumn one, it didn't matter when to watch, but this time was different. This time, it was Tang Yue attending the fashion show, so if he could stay by Tang Yue's side, he could learn a lot.
Watching and participating firsthand are completely different concepts.
"Jiaren, if I miss the birth of our child, that would really make me a fool." Peng Yufei held Xin Jiar tightly, not letting go. Her belly was big, the due date was approaching, and even if his mother and sister could certainly take care of her well, he still wanted to be there the moment his child was born.
