Compared to Song Weiyi, Zhao Mengmeng had a full-term natural birth, not only was she in better shape than Song Weiyi at that time, but even her daughter, Tutu, was physically and mentally superior to Jinxing and Jinyan who were the same age. Song Weiyi watched with both relief and sorrow.
It had been three full days before she first laid eyes on her child, which made Mengmeng's happiness seem all the more enviable.
"What's the big deal? No pain, no gain. My godson will achieve even greater things. The trials set by the heavens for them start from the moment they're in the womb."
Zhao Mengmeng's words of comfort made a lot of sense to Song Weiyi, brightening her mood considerably.
And as for Tutu, a girl spoiled from birth, her pampering began the moment she arrived in this world.
The two of them were deep in conversation when Pei Chenyang decided to join in.
"Weiyi, you're back?" Pei Chenyang was truly shocked.
"Uncle, you're here?" Song Weiyi giggled.
