Out of respect for Zhou Mincheng, Lu Qingqing couldn't be bothered to stoop to disagreements, "Fu Sheng and I believe in leaving it to fate."
Although, Fu Yisheng had always expressed his wish to have a little princess.
She was already twenty-seven years old and couldn't do what Shui Ying had done—married into a wealthy family at twenty, started having children at twenty-one, and now at twenty-six, her complexion wasn't nearly as radiant as Annie's, who was just over thirty, not to mention Song Xiaorou, who was the same age as Qingqing.
Song Xiaorou might not be as pretty as Shui Ying, but she was in much better spirits, her skin tender and fair with a rosy glow.
In contrast, Shui Ying couldn't hide the fact that giving birth had taken a toll on her vitality, no matter how much makeup she applied.
