Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

Jin Si Nian carried her pink thermos in one hand and held Nan Zhi's hand tightly as they walked into the yoga studio.

The other pregnant women in the room stopped moving at the same time, and their eyes all fell on the two of them.

When Jin Si Nian was absent last time, they all privately thought that once the novelty wore off, he would no longer accompany them to class. Little did they expect that Miss Nan's husband, Young Master Jin, would come again today.

Standing beside the tall Jin Si Nian, Nan Zhi, small in stature, secretly glanced at the pregnant women beside her, feeling inexplicably lost.

Just last class everyone was chatting with her for a long time, but today everyone deliberately avoided her and refused to speak to her.

She vaguely understood the root of the problem: with Kings Nian by their side, they were unwilling to get close.

She had few close friends since childhood, and she was born with a stutter. She was often ostracized and teased by her peers when she was young. The boys in her class would even deliberately imitate her stuttering tone to make fun of her.

Over time, she became increasingly taciturn and timid, and eventually, no one was willing to play with her anymore.

Nan Zhi was lost in thought with her eyes downcast when Jin Si Nian had already quickly laid out a double yoga mat and led her to the changing room to change her clothes.

After they came out, he immediately knelt down and carefully tied her yoga shoelaces, then softly asked, "What were you thinking about while you were standing there in a daze?"

Nan Zhi hurriedly shook her head, her voice weak: "No, it's nothing."

With her shoelaces tied tightly, Jin Si Nian straightened up and immediately noticed her dejected expression and drooping eyes. He changed the subject to something lighter to comfort her: "Did the coach teach you any new moves since I wasn't here last time?"

Teach me before class.

Nan Zhi pursed her lips sullenly: "I...I don't remember."

Jin Nian sighed helplessly, "So, paying 18,000 yuan for a class is a waste of time."

It was a waste of time to enroll in this class; Zhizhi didn't remember anything.

We can only wait for the coach to arrive so she can explain.

The atmosphere in the whole class was unusually quiet, far less lively than last time.

During the break, other pregnant women gathered in small groups in a corner to chat, deliberately keeping their distance and completely isolating Nan Zhi from them.

Nan Zhi sat alone on the cushion, gazing longingly at the group of people chatting and laughing, her heart filled with unease.

In the last class, they enthusiastically pulled her aside to confide their trivial matters, chatting to their hearts' content. They wasted most of the second half of the class, only practicing for twenty minutes.

If Jin Si Nian finds out, will he scold her?

Now that he's here, everyone is distancing themselves from him, and there's no one to talk to.

As soon as he arrived, the pregnant women stopped playing with her.

Jin Si Nian took in her forlorn expression, a slight pang of pain shooting through his heart. He sat down beside her and asked in a low voice, "Want to go over and chat with them?"

Nan Zhi did not respond, but the expectation in her eyes was unmistakable.

Jinsin gently ruffled her hair, his tone indulgent and permissive: "Go if you want to. I won't stop you from making female friends."

Seeing her lonely appearance, he secretly pondered that perhaps he really should start working on the thing he had planned before...

The way women communicate with each other and with their husbands is different.

Nan Zhi gently shook her head and leaned listlessly on his shoulder: "No, I'm not going."

She was naturally passive and introverted, and had no idea how to take the initiative to start a conversation. She only dared to respond timidly when others initiated the conversation.

She only takes one step when someone gives her a push.

Jin Si Nian reached out and held her waist tightly, his voice gentle yet confident: "Go if you want to go, don't be shy about your status."

"It is their blessing to know you, and it is their loss not to befriend you."

He knew perfectly well that these pregnant women all came from well-off families and had their own savings.

Nan Zhi stubbornly shook her head: "I'm not going."

Last time he wasn't there, this group of people gathered around to chat with her. Now that he's here, everyone deliberately avoids her. This relationship is superficial; they just nod and exchange a few pleasantries. They're not true friends, so she's too lazy to approach them.

It's not that they don't want to befriend Nan Zhi.

Those pregnant women weren't unwilling to come up and make friends; they were too afraid!

Ever since they learned from their husbands that the Jin family had changed hands and that the eldest son was now in charge of the family business, they realized that the Jin family had changed hands and that the eldest son was now in charge of the business.

The second young master stayed at home with his wife, taking care of her during her pregnancy.

After Kim's wife attended the same yoga class as them, they were encouraged by their husbands to talk more with Kim's wife.

But today, with Kings Nian personally accompanying them, they dared not take a single step forward.

The man's aura was sharp and intimidating; with just a glance, he could see right through their attempts to curry favor. No one dared to approach him rashly, for fear of revealing their intention to fawn over him and thus incurring Jin Si Nian's displeasure.

Jin Si Nian looked down at the sullen little girl in his arms, gently stroking her hair with his fingertips, and coaxed her softly, "If you don't want to go, then you don't have to. We don't need to force ourselves to please others. It's enough that I'm here with you."

After a yoga class, Jin Si Nian led Nan Zhi straight to the mall.

Nan Zhixin had been wanting to go to Sam's Club. He usually strictly controlled her diet and rarely let her go, but today he unusually went along with her and allowed her to pick out some snacks to take home.

He pushed the shopping cart behind him, watching as Nan Zhi piled the cart full of sweet and sour candied fruits: jujube cake, hawthorn slices, dried plums, old plums, and lemon slices.

"Child, why are you picking all the sour ones?"

"Why don't we get something spicy?" Jin Nian said helplessly.

The old saying goes that sour foods indicate a boy and spicy foods indicate a girl. Besides, he clearly remembered that Nan Zhi used to love spicy food, but now she hasn't put any spicy snacks in the car.

Everything was sour, and he was terrified!

Nan Zhi picked up another box of dried plums and timidly looked up to ask, "Then...can I...buy spicy strips?"

Jin Nian immediately nodded in agreement: "Okay."

As long as you don't only eat sour foods, everything else is negotiable.

As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Zhi excitedly ran towards the snack section. Jin Si Nian quickly followed, pushing a shopping cart. He saw her carrying a huge bundle of spicy strips, which she stuffed directly into the shopping cart.

"I'll just buy this one pack."

Jin Si Nian frowned slightly as he looked at the bag of spicy strips, which was almost wider than the shopping cart: "Such a big bag, eating too much of it will easily cause an upset stomach."

"I...I only eat one small piece every day," Nan Zhi whispered in defense.

She deliberately took such a large bag; rather than taking ten individually wrapped packs, she preferred to carry the whole bag for the sheer pleasure of it.

Jin Si Nian wouldn't let her take too many small packages.

Jin Si couldn't persuade her otherwise, and fearing he would spoil her fun, he simply compromised. He would just put the spicy snacks in the cabinet and lock them up when they got home, and control the amount she ate each day to prevent her from indulging.

The two picked out a cart full of fresh fruit, paid, and left the supermarket. Jin Si Nian then dragged Nan Zhi into the neighboring maternity and baby store.

He immediately took a liking to a soft pink baby bodysuit, repeatedly stroking the fabric with his hands, his eyes full of anticipation: "This material feels so soft. Our baby is expected to be born in March or April next year, and this will be just right for him."

Nan Zhi bit her lower lip and whispered a reminder: "Buy all pink, what if we don't have daughters, what if we only have...boys?"

Jin Si Nian's smile faded slightly. He gently stroked her cheek and said seriously, "Don't say such discouraging things."

He will definitely have a daughter!