After they left the hotel and got into the car, Xia Ying shifted to one side, stretched out her arms, and trapped Jiang Yi between her embrace and the car seat, her beautiful eyes meeting Jiang Yi's smiling ones.
"Wife, I'm going to be a father," Jiang Yi said with a squinting smile.
Xia Ying burst out laughing, "And I'm going to be a mother."
"I'm going to be a father, I'm truly so happy." It was the happiest day of his thirty-three years; his wife was pregnant, carrying his very own flesh and blood, his child!
So this was what being a father felt like, joyfully blissful. No wonder Fan Shaoming doted on Mingyu so much.
Mingyu wasn't even Shaoming's biological son, yet Fan Shaoming enjoyed being a father so much. His child was his own blood, naturally, he felt even happier and more blissful than Fan Shaoming!
