But the heavens played a cruel joke.

This was probably the closest moment to perfection in Lu Yinong's life. She and he had a home and stable jobs.

The soon-to-be-born baby had already received a safe button and a longevity lock from the godmother and godfather.

All kinds of prenatal education music and videos were played throughout the house without any dead spots.

While walking, Lu Yinong would suddenly lower her head and have a conversation with the baby in her belly.

"Baby, do you also want to drink bird's nest? Can you persuade your mom to drink more?"

She laughed and had no choice but to surrender, drinking all the tonics he cooked for her.

It seemed that money, violence, and bloodshed were all far away from her life.

She was influenced by Yi Zhou and began to imagine the life of a family of three.

She eagerly bought cotton fabric to do sewing work, but halfway through, she felt troubled. It was Yi Zhou who picked up the needles and thread, sewing a piece of clothing stitch by stitch.

The next day, when she woke up, the small piece of clothing became two, two became three, and it turned into a parent-child outfit for the family of three.

Yi Zhou, who fought through the night under the lamp, yawned and said in a teasing tone, "Please, don't look at me with such worshipful eyes. Don't tell me you just realized that your husband is a Jack of all trades?"

But as soon as he turned around, he posted those photos in all the brotherhood groups, stating that Zhou Te's mockery was purely because he was still a single man.

"He must be jealous! You should know that some people aren't even qualified to be lapdogs!"

Every time in such moments, Yi Zhou's proud appearance always made her want to tell him a secret.

Actually, she liked him very, very much.

Later, in front of his tomb, she took the child and personally burned these three differently sized beautiful clothes.

Burned for Yi Zhou and, in advance, burned for herself.

They would soon be reunited, she was very certain.