Farm Girl's Manor

Jing City’s land was worth its weight in gold, and naturally, the Shen family’s residence here couldn’t compare to the Shen Family’s Old Mansion. However, this residence also had seven or eight rooms, both big and small, and a small courtyard where one could plant flowers and herbs; it was already quite impressive compared to ordinary people’s homes. The young couple lived there quite comfortably with another couple who served them.

"Yanyan, you’re here." Liu Tinglan had prepared early, anticipating that Mo Yan would come to visit as soon as she heard the news. Upon hearing someone knock at the door, she ran out from the main hall and, sure enough, saw Mo Yan just entering the yard with a bamboo basket in hand.

Liu Tinglan bounded over with jumps and hops, not noticing the shocked expressions on the faces of the couple who looked after her. Mo Yan, however, did notice, and quickly stepped forward, scolding with a stern look, "You’re about to become a mother, yet you’re still so careless. Aren’t you afraid of startling the child in your belly?"

Liu Tinglan chuckled and hooked her arm around Mo Yan’s, completely unfazed by her "unfriendly" attitude, "Isn’t it because I was so happy to see you that I forgot for a moment?"

Mo Yan rolled her eyes and tapped her friend’s head, "You still have the nerve to argue when you’ve done something wrong? If your mother knew how careless you are, she would have no choice but to stay here and watch over you until you safely give birth."

Upon hearing this, Liu Tinglan immediately let out a wail of despair, "You can’t tell my mother! She’s going through menopause, and she came over as soon as she got the news the other day. Even though I’m healthy, she insisted I lie in bed to protect the baby. She sat beside the bed without blinking an eye and kept nagging me not to eat this or that, talking until the lamps were lit. If my father hadn’t arrived in time, she would have driven me insane."

The term "menopause" didn’t exist here, Liu Tinglan had learned it from Mo Yan. Of course, Mo Yan didn’t tell her that the word sometimes carried a derogatory connotation, otherwise, she wouldn’t be so blithe about saying it in front of Mo Yan.

The corner of Mo Yan’s eye twitched, and she decided it was better not to tell her friend the full implications, "Isn’t your mother just worried about you? If you were more sensible, and let her rest assured, do you think she would fuss over you like this?"