Having a child might have been their decision, but why was the responsibility forced upon her? Was having a son really that important?
Qingli took a deep breath, exhaled slowly to release her pent-up frustration, and calmed herself. She then curled her lips into a faint smile and turned on her phone.
It was September 21st.
A few days ago, the original owner had planned to visit her family and even booked a ticket. However, her parents had called, saying they were planning a trip during the national holiday and advised her not to come home. So, she hadn’t returned.
Because of this, she missed the opportunity to learn early on about her mother’s pregnancy. By the time she found out, it was Chinese New Year, and her younger brother had already been born.
At that moment, her phone buzzed with a message. She opened it to find a text from the original owner’s boyfriend—the same guy who had been on the phone earlier.
Nie Qi: “Really not coming? We’re about to dig in. There are so many cute girls here. Aren’t you afraid I’ll sneak a peek? [Picture]”
The attached photo showed a private dining room filled with about a dozen people, many of whom were pretty girls.
In college, many young women were naturally beautiful, and with a little makeup, they became even more stunning. As for the original owner’s boyfriend…
Qingli thought about it carefully. His text reflected his playful nature. The original owner had been a soft, innocent girl with a gentle disposition, making her easy to win over. They had been dating for about six months without any major conflicts. However, Nie Qi was surrounded by admirers and enjoyed flirting. While he gave the impression of keeping things surface-level, who knew what was going on?
If Qingli hadn’t taken over, the original owner would have succumbed to his teasing and gone to the bar that night. There, she would’ve gotten drunk, and things would’ve naturally escalated.
That night would’ve been their first time together and the original owner’s first time. This emotional tie would later make her even more heartbroken when their relationship ended, leaving her to cling to the memory of him. This attachment might explain why she didn’t care much for her eventual marriage.
But even if the original owner hadn’t broken up with him, it wasn’t certain their relationship would have lasted. After all, when she had proposed ending things, Nie Qi had agreed without hesitation—something the heartbroken girl had failed to notice.
Qingli hesitated for a moment but decided not to break up with him just yet.
She had no intention of keeping the original owner’s boyfriend, nor did she like flirtatious men. However, it was his birthday, and she didn’t want to ruin the celebration. She could deal with the breakup later.
Right now, the more pressing issue was the timing—this was when the original owner’s mother was four months pregnant.
Qingli exited the chat and made a call. The phone rang briefly before a woman’s cheerful voice answered, softer and warmer than usual.
“Ah-Li?”
“Mom!” Qingli replied, her voice bright and carefree, full of youthful charm.
Her mother chuckled. “What’s wrong? Do you need more money?”
Her tone was so tender, but Qingli knew it would change once the baby was born. Instead of asking if she had enough, her mother would start asking if she still had any money left.
Qingli lowered her gaze and said softly, “No, I’m fine. I just wanted to say I miss you.”
Her mother smiled, one hand resting on her belly, the other holding the phone. She was utterly content. Once this baby was born, she’d have both a son and a daughter. “Oh, sweetheart, I miss you too! We’ll see each other over winter break.”
“Mm,” Qingli murmured, preparing to ask about her mother’s health.
Before she could, her mother interjected, “By the way, Ah-Li, do you remember our old neighbors? They had a second child recently. I saw them at the mall not long ago. Their baby boy is so adorable—just six months old!”
Qingli responded casually, “A second child? That’s bold of them. It’s risky for older women to have children.”
Her mother’s smile faltered slightly. “Medical technology is so advanced now. It’s not that dangerous. Do you like kids, Ah-Li?”
“I do,” Qingli said with a cheerful lilt.
Her mother’s joy began to return, only to fade again when her daughter added, “But only when they’re well-behaved and don’t cause me any trouble. If they’re a handful, then I don’t like them at all.”
Her mother’s smile froze, and she hesitated before cautiously asking, “Well, what if I were to give you a little brother?”
Qingli chuckled. “Mom, you’d better think this through. Most parents your age are getting ready to retire, but you and Dad would still be working hard to pay for high school and college tuition. That means working into your seventies or eighties. Isn’t that kind of tragic? I definitely wouldn’t recommend it.”