She knew that Zhou Yunmei was hoping for a grandson, which is why she was being so attentive. If it turned out to be a granddaughter, her face would probably turn ugly. Just now by the stove, she heard Zhou Yunmei suggesting Luo Zhiyong take her for a checkup to see if it’s a boy or a girl. Anyway, it’s hard for her to come back now, and even in the future, she won’t be able to visit often, so she decided not to make a fuss with Zhou Yunmei and pretended not to hear. But she definitely wouldn’t go for the checkup. She didn’t care whether it was a boy or a girl, why bother going through all that trouble. After Zhou Yunmei finished making the bed, she went outside and busied herself with heating the kang bed-stove, telling Fang Pingying to just sit inside the house and not go out to the yard. She should ask if she needed anything as it was cold outside and she might freeze. After Zhou Yunmei left, Luo Zhiyong knew Fang Pingying had also realized why Zhou Yunmei was being so attentive, so he whispered to Fang Pingying, "My dear, don’t take it to heart too much. Old folks are like that. Knowing it might be a grandson, they inevitably get anxious." "I don’t care about that. Although she’s being nicer to me because of the baby in my belly, right now I am the one being valued," Fang Pingying said, then gave Luo Zhiyong a half-smile, "I just hope your mom won’t be like Huang Lin’s mom, forcing me to go to the hospital to check if the baby is a boy or a girl." Luo Zhiyong laughed awkwardly and asked her, "Did you hear what my mom said in the kitchen just now?" Fang Pingying nodded, her tone a bit teasing as she looked at him, "Yes, your mom’s tone was exactly like Huang Lin’s, not a bit different." "Rest assured, I didn’t agree to it," Luo Zhiyong drew her closer and whispered reassurance, "Anyway, she’s here and we are in the provincial city. Even if we have a child, we hardly come back, so just let her say what she wants now. She can’t really be like Huang Lin’s mom and come to the provincial city to force you to have a grandson, right?" Fang Pingying snorted lightly, noncommittally, "Given your mom’s personality, it wouldn’t be surprising if she actually did that." "Don’t worry, I’m not like Huang Lin. I don’t favor sons over daughters. If that day really comes, I’ll talk to her myself, there won’t be a situation like at Huang Lin’s house, I promise." Luo Zhiyong said, and even raised three fingers to assure Fang Pingying that he would not be like Huang Lin’s family. Fang Pingying just listened for now. She couldn’t imagine how Luo Zhiyong would handle it if Zhou Yunmei was insistent, "Remember what you said. If your mom acts like Ju Zi’s mother, I won’t be as easy-going as Ju Zi." Soon after they finished talking, Zhou Yunmei came to light the kang bed-stove. Fang Pingying felt warm, washed up, and went to bed. However, Luo Zhiyong was called over to the next room by Zhou Yunmei. It’s unclear what was discussed, but he didn’t return until almost midnight. By the time he came back, Fang Pingying was already drowsily asleep. The next day, probably just before dawn while Fang Pingying was still sleeping on the kang, she heard Zhou Yunmei shouting in the yard, "Fang Xiu, Zhiming, hurry up, we have to catch the cart today." Hearing Zhou Yunmei shouting urgently, Fang Pingying half sat up, leaning on Luo Zhiyong, and asked groggily, "What is your mom doing? Why is she going to the county?" With his eyes still closed, Luo Zhiyong hugged Fang Pingying and said softly, "She doesn’t believe that Fang Xiu’s health is fine, she insists on taking Fang Xiu to the hospital for a check." Fang Pingying sighed, feeling that Zhou Yunmei really liked to make a fuss, "Fang Xiu’s health is really fine, I went with her last time to see the doctor." "I told her, but my mom doesn’t believe it," Luo Zhiyong understood Zhou Yunmei and replied casually, "Let them go if they want to, she won’t be satisfied until she makes this fuss." Remembering last night’s conversation with Yun Mei, who analyzed Fang Xiu’s odd behavior, Luo Zhiyong also felt there was some truth to it and continued, "Besides, something is indeed off with those two; it’s been so long without any news." Speaking of this matter, Fang Pingying recalled the last time she reminded Luo Zhiyong to tell Luo Zhiming to visit the hospital. Suddenly propping herself up, she leaned over him and asked, "Hey, last time I told you to suggest Zhiming should visit the hospital, did he go?" Fang Pingying didn’t think there was anything improper about her leaning over Luo Zhiyong’s body. However, Luo Zhiyong felt hotter under the pressure, and his voice grew husky, "He went, he said he went and there was no problem." Fang Pingying thought for a moment and said, "Then, it must be a matter of timing, no need to hurry." "My wife, I am worried though." While speaking, Fang Pingying was half lying on Luo Zhiyong, and due to her pregnancy, her already full upper body appeared even more swollen. Lying under the covers, they wore little clothing. Fang Pingying half resting on Luo Zhiyong and pressing up against his face, her chest occasionally moving in front of his eyes, making Luo Zhiyong’s blood race and led him to gently bite the swelling near his mouth. Fang Pingying couldn’t help moaning from his bite and glared at him with a flushed face. Luo Zhiyong chuckled and then flipped over, pinning her beneath him. Just as they were about to continue, they were interrupted by Yun Mei’s knocking outside, "Pingying, what do you want for breakfast in the morning? I’ll ask Hong Lan to make it for you." Fang Pingying lightly tapped Luo Zhiyong who was lying on her and tried to keep her voice calm, "Mom, no need to go out of your way, anything that the family eats is fine." After thinking, Yun Mei said, "We still have some meat at home. I’ll ask Hong Lan to cook some porridge with meat in it. Is that alright?" "Mom, do as you see fit, just let the family eat together, I’m not picky," said Fang Pingying. "Alright, I’ll take care of it." Hearing footsteps, Yun Mei walked away a few steps, but quickly came back and asked, "Oh right, I’m heading to the county today, do you want something like sour dates or anything else?" Fang Pingying, who always loved sour things, didn’t think much and responded directly, "If you’re buying some, I’ll eat them." "Great, I’ll go buy them right now," Yun Mei chuckled a few times, not forgetting to remind her, "Let Hong Lan make the breakfast, don’t bother with it, and in this cold winter, don’t just wander outside, it’s really cold now." After Yun Mei agreed, she called on Fang Xiu and Luo Zhiming, and they left. Hearing no more noise outside, Luo Zhiyong lowered his head and kissed Fang Pingying’s neck and wanted to continue. You see, when they are in the city, he must do morning exercises every day, so it’s rare for them to snuggle warmly on the heated kang until daylight at home. Today, with nothing to do and Yun Mei gone, he couldn’t help but want some intimacy. Since Fang Pingying got pregnant, he had been quite cautious about not touching her. But Fang Pingying, distracted by Yun Mei’s calling and considering it was broad daylight with Dashan and Honglan in the house, thought it inappropriate. (To be continued. If you work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com.)