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Wang Xiaoqiang saw Huan Qingyi staring blankly at Xia Xueyan's protruding belly and assumed she was envious of Xia Xueyan's pregnancy, so he whispered into her ear, "Qingyi, you don't have to be envious; sooner or later, you'll be like Xia Xueyan, carrying my child..."
Huan Qingyi's face turned red with embarrassment upon hearing this, and she pushed Wang Xiaoqiang away, chiding him, "Be careful lest someone overhears."
Just then, Xia Xueyan clutched her stomach with a frown, her complexion gradually turning deathly pale.
Xi Yuerong, who was sitting nearby, noticed and immediately put her arm around Xia Xueyan's shoulder, asking with concern, "Xueyan, what's wrong with you?"
"Sister Yuerong, I... My stomach hurts so much; I think, I think I might be going into labor! Ah..."
By the end of her sentence, Xia Xueyan let out a cry of pain, clearly unable to endure the severe abdominal pain.
"Little Qiang, Xueyan is going into labor, what do we do?" Xi Yuerong shouted.
