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As Song Qiulan finished speaking.

Lu Yang's hand holding the water glass wobbled slightly.

The water almost spilled.

"Auntie... what did you say?"

Although he knew there were some misunderstandings, these misunderstandings were far too deep.

Song Qiulan grabbed his arm, her eyes shining, and whispered again, "I said, Xiaoxue might be pregnant!"

Lu Yang opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

He glanced at Li Xixue on the sofa, then at Song Qiulan.

"Auntie, are you sure you've misunderstood something? She just drank too much last night."

Song Qiulan waved her hand and said, "Drinking can make you vomit like that? When I was pregnant with Xiaoxue, I vomited like that during the first three months, it was exactly the same!"

Lu Yang wanted to explain.

But Song Qiulan didn't give him a chance at all.

Song Qiulan said, "And her complexion is poor, she feels nauseous, and is dry heaving—aren't these early pregnancy symptoms?"

"Auntie, no, she drank several glasses of wine last night..." Lu Yang said with a wry smile.

"liquor?"

Song Qiulan's expression suddenly changed. "If she's really pregnant, why are you still letting her drink?"

Lu Yang: "..."

Wait, how did this logic come full circle?

No.

What kind of logic is this?

"Auntie, listen to me, she's not pregnant, she just has a hangover," Lu Yang said.

Song Qiulan stared at him for two seconds, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"What do you young people know?"

"mom."

At that moment, Li Xixue's voice came from the sofa.

The two of them turned around at the same time.

Li Xixue leaned back on the sofa. Although her face was still a little pale, her hearing was still very good.

Although I only heard the gist of it, I could more or less guess what Song Qiulan was thinking.

Besides, his own mother is practically going crazy wanting to hold her grandson every day.

Song Qiulan quickly let go of Lu Yang's arm, walked over, and sat down next to Li Xixue.

"Xiaoxue, Mom has another question for you."

"What?"

"Have you had your period recently?"

Li Xixue's expression froze for a moment.

"mom!"

"Don't think Mom's nagging, but think about it, shouldn't we postpone it?"

Li Xixue rubbed her temples, her head throbbing terribly, and now she still had to deal with this.

I'm so annoying.

I should never have drunk that damn wine.

"No delay, it's normal."

Song Qiulan, still somewhat skeptical, asked, "Really?"

"real."

"Then why did you throw up?"

"I've told you countless times! I drank last night!" Li Xixue gritted her teeth.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

Although Song Qiulan said that, her eyes still kept glancing in the direction of Li Xixue's stomach.

Li Xixue noticed it.

"Mom, could you please stop staring at my stomach?"

Song Qiulan quickly looked away: "I didn't see it."

Lu Yang brought the water over and placed it in front of Li Xixue.

"Drink some water first."

Li Xixue took the cup, took a small sip, and still felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

Watching her daughter drink water, Song Qiulan couldn't help but speak up again.

"Xiaoxue."

"Um?"

"Mom has something to tell you."

Li Xixue looked up at her.

Song Qiulan rubbed her hands together, her expression turning serious.

"You and Xiaoyang have been living together for a while now, when are you two considering... that...?"

Li Xixue put down her cup.

"What are you considering?"

"It's about... having children."

Li Xixue paused for a moment.

Lu Yang, standing to the side, was also slightly taken aback.

"mom."

Li Xixue lowered her voice, "We're not considering that so soon!"

Song Qiulan immediately became agitated: "What do you mean 'not at that stage'? You've been living together for so long, you owe me some explanation!"

"Living together is one thing, but having children is another."

"How old are you this year? Twenty-seven! In a few years you'll be thirty. Do you know how high the risks are for having children after thirty?"

"Then what about my job?"

"Don't worry about that, Mom will find someone to help you manage the company. You can just focus on having a baby."

"..."

Li Xixue pursed her lips and didn't reply.

Give birth.

She had thought about that before.

But when it came to actually doing it, she found it difficult to talk about.

Song Qiulan then turned to Lu Yang: "Xiao Yang, don't you think so?"

Lu Yang was singled out.

He glanced at Li Xixue, then at Song Qiulan, and moved his lips slightly.

"Well... that depends on what Xiaoxue thinks."

He has always remained neutral.

To be honest, it wouldn't be bad if Li Xixue gave birth to a chubby daughter or son.

Upon hearing this, Li Xixue's lips twitched slightly.

Song Qiulan sighed.

"Alright, alright, I just hope you two can be realistic and have a child soon, so your dad and I can feel at ease."

As she spoke, she stood up, walked to the table, and began tidying up the insulated food containers.

Li Xixue leaned back on the sofa and rubbed her forehead.

As Song Qiulan was tidying up, her hands suddenly stopped for a moment.

"By the way, Xiaoxue, do you have a pregnancy test at home?"

Li Xixue almost jumped up from the sofa.

"Mom! Why are you asking this!"

"I was just asking."

"No!"

"Should I go to the pharmacy downstairs and buy one? It wouldn't hurt to get tested, right?"

"Need not!"

Li Xixue's voice rose: "I'll say it again, I'm not pregnant! And I'm not..."

She wanted to say she didn't have that, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed like she already did...

And there were absolutely no protective measures in place.

Seeing her daughter freeze in shock, Song Qiulan couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"

"without……"

Li Xixue paused for a moment, then said, "Anyway, I'm not pregnant."

Song Qiulan frowned: "Anyway, I don't care. I'm giving you some more time. If you still don't give me an explanation, I'm going to live here with your father."

"What am I doing living here!"

Li Xixue's face immediately darkened.

What would happen if this couple lived here?

"Supervisor".

"..."

Lu Yang, standing to the side, held back his laughter.

To be honest, he had heard about Song Qiulan's eagerness for a grandson from others, but today he experienced it firsthand.

Seeing her daughter's agitated state, Song Qiulan didn't say anything more.

But she was still muttering to herself as she packed her things.

"You too, why did you have to drink? What if you actually got pregnant..."

"No!!!"

Li Xixue retorted fiercely.

After packing her things, Song Qiulan left.

Before leaving, he gave me a long list of instructions, such as taking care of my health and drinking less alcohol.

Li Xixue kept nodding and nodding throughout.

After the door closed, she collapsed onto the sofa, one hand resting on her forehead.

My head still hurts.

Lu Yang sat beside her, and she remained silent, as did he.

About two or three minutes later.

Li Xixue's expression changed again.

She sat up abruptly, covered her mouth with her hand, and sprang up from the sofa, running towards the bathroom.