Time Travel and Love

"Yeah." Chu Qingmeng nodded, took his hand and placed it on her stomach, "Your hand is hot, help me warm it."

Mo Liujin half-closed his eyes and looked at Chu Qingmeng, "Madam, I think it's not the due date yet, right?"

"..." Chu Qingmeng was so angry that he laughed. What was going on in his mind? He shook off Mo Liujin's hand and turned sideways, ignoring him.

"Madam." Mo Liujin came closer again, his hand covering her lower abdomen, "Your husband will hold you close."

"Mo Liujin!" Chu Qingmeng grabbed his hand that was about to reach into her clothes and shouted angrily, "You want to sleep in the study?! Get out!"

The cold wind outside was about to knock on the door, and his hands were raised. This... I was scolded by the eldest princess again. If I ask the third master to go out at this time, will the third master never come back? This will make us quarrel!

To be precise, it was Mo Liujin who was being scolded, but he was so busy with his hands that he couldn't hear anything. Finally, Chu Qingmeng got angry and released his pressure, and Mo Liujin was controlled.

After struggling for a few times and finding that he really couldn't move, Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng and chuckled twice, "Little fox, why are you still anxious? Don't use your spiritual power recklessly, don't hurt yourself."

"Go and handle your official business, and I'll let you go." Chu Qingmeng lay on the couch with his legs crossed, looking at him leisurely.

"Okay." Mo Liujin agreed, "Would you please teach me this move?"

Chu Qingmeng hummed, releasing the pressure from Mo Liujin. With a distraction, Mo Liujin stopped pestering her.

He heaved a sigh of relief when the cold wind outside died down and knocked on the door. "Third Master, the General of the Cavalry is waiting for you in the meeting room."

"Yes. Here it comes." Mo Liujin pecked Chu Qingmeng's lips and whispered, "I'll learn it tonight."

He smiled cheerfully, tightened his belt, and went out. Chu Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him, silently pulled the quilt over him, closed her eyes, and went to sleep!

At dinner time, Mo Liujin took Chu Qingmeng to the restaurant. In the afternoon, Chu Qingmeng received a message from Eleven, saying the net had been closed and only the finishing touches remained. She no longer had to pretend to be crazy. But she couldn't just recover immediately, otherwise it would be too obvious. She had to find an excuse.

I was just trying to come up with an excuse when a pillow arrived just as I was dozing off. As soon as I sat down, Mrs. Li spoke, "Congratulations to my father and mother, my sister-in-law is pregnant."

Mo Liujin looked down at Chu Qingmeng. Isn't this an opportunity? As expected, Chu Qingmeng's eyes brightened again, and he looked at Xu with surprise, "Really?!"

Mrs. Li and Mrs. Xu exchanged a glance. Mrs. Xu stood up and saluted, a little confused. "Yes, mother, your daughter-in-law is two months pregnant."

"Great!" Chu Qingmeng's joy was beyond words. "Hurry up and sit down! Hurry up and sit down! Be careful!"

"Mother, are you... okay?" Li asked tentatively, and then looked at the expressions of Mo Liujin, his father and his son, and found that they were all looking at her in surprise.

"Huh? What's the matter? Me? What's wrong?" Chu Qingmeng pretended to be stupid.

Li was speechless. Mo Liujin put his arm around Chu Qingmeng's shoulders and took over the conversation. "It's okay. Nothing's wrong with you."

"Yes, mother is fine, Qingyun is talking nonsense." Mo Jiangqing winked at Li.

"Yes, yes, mother, your daughter-in-law was just talking nonsense." Then she changed the subject, "You have been hoping that your sister-in-law would give birth to a daughter, and now she is pregnant."

Mo Jiangche picked up a piece of food for Chu Qingmeng with his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Mother, I also hope to have a daughter. I don't know what it feels like to have a daughter yet."

Chu Qingmeng had already stood up and walked to Xu's side. He squatted down and gently stroked her belly with a smile on his face. She could see a baby before she died. "How does it feel to have a daughter? I don't know. You should ask your brother about this."

Seeing her like this, Mo Liujin felt quite helpless. He stood up and pulled her back, "Sit down. Behave yourself."

Mo Jiangqing also smiled softly, "My son is a headache when he's naughty, but my daughter, when she sees you, she reaches out for you to hug her, and when she calls you 'Daddy' in a soft and tender voice, my heart melts."

"Hmm?" Chu Qingmeng turned his head to look at Mo Jiangqing, "My little Mingwei can call me daddy now?"

"Yes, mother, you have been ill these few months, and she has started to learn to speak." Mo Jiangqing was happy when he mentioned this.

After some gossip, the matter was forgotten, and the only thing people said was that the Second Lady's pregnancy had cured the Eldest Princess's mental retardation.

The two returned to their room, and Mo Liujin took care of the remaining official business. Chu Qingmeng lazily leaned on the couch, reading the storybook, her mind racing with thoughts about how Eleven's imperial schemes and political tactics seemed to haven't fully grasped them. It seemed the old emperor had been too hasty in appointing an heir, and hadn't taught him all that much. Now he had to figure out some of the political tactics on his own. Did he need some help? Then again, hadn't she been tormented when Seventh Senior Brother forced her to read all those books? Why not give him a bunch of books too, and let him read them on his own? He'd understand them anyway!

"What are you thinking about? I've called you several times, but you ignored me." Mo Liujin finished his official business and took the notebook from her hand.

"Yeah, I was lost in thought. It's nothing." Chu Qingmeng came back to his senses.

"Madam, we agreed this afternoon that you would teach your husband a lesson on how to intimidate others." Mo Liujin sat on the couch.