Two young, ordinary women would occasionally argue over trivial matters, but they would reconcile after a while.

Ye Jiaqi smiled.

In fact, she thought that if she had not been with Josnian but had married an ordinary man, she would probably be like them.

Ye Jiaqi felt a little sad, but more of a feeling of helplessness and confusion.

There is not much feeling in my heart anymore, it is dull and quiet.

She became very lazy, too lazy to get out of bed, too lazy to speak, and even unwilling to watch TV.

When they were chatting, she mostly just listened.

In one day, she met both Mrs. Chen's husband and Mrs. Jin's husband.

Mrs. Chen has a more irritable personality, but she is not mean-spirited, while Mrs. Jin has a gentler personality.

Mrs. Chen ate the fruit for a while, then picked up the newspaper and showed it to Mrs. Jin: "Look at this little model, it's so miserable. She got involved with the youngest son of the richest man in Hong Kong. She followed him since she was eighteen years old, and she quit after following him.

She entered the entertainment industry. Now she is 28 years old and has given birth to four children. As a result, the richest man does not recognize her and she still has no status. It is too miserable. This little model was photographed by reporters yesterday. They broke up and the children belong to the richest man.

"

Mrs. Jin said: "Rich people are very ruthless, but this little model got a lot of breakup fees, right?"

"Well, I got 400 million and was allocated several villas."

"Tsk tsk, so what, her great youth has been wasted. After giving birth to four children, does this person treat her as a child-bearing tool?"

"For rich families, the more children the better. I heard that three of them are sons!"

"What about the richest man's son? He has no feelings for her?"

"Why do rich people talk about relationships? I heard they broke up amicably. The little model now has a boyfriend, and the man also has a new love."

"It seems that the model is not at a loss either."

Ye Jiaqi got out of bed, poured a glass of boiled water, and stood quietly at the window looking at the sky and white clouds outside.

The two ladies were having a lively discussion, but Ye Jiaqi just listened and did not participate.

On the other hand, Mrs. Jin looked at Ye Jiaqi's back and said, "Mrs. Ye, why don't you talk to us? You haven't said a few words all day long. This is not good for the baby. Pregnant women need to be in a better mood."

Ye Jiaqi turned his head and smiled: "Maybe I'm a little tired today."

"There are several places in the hospital where you can walk around. You may need to exercise more so you don't get tired."

"Okay." Ye Jiaqi knew they all had good intentions.

It's very warm indoors.

Ye Jiaqi raised her hand and gently placed her palm on the glass. She looked out the window silently and looked at the people coming and going downstairs.

The hospital is one of her least favorite places because it is a place full of sadness.

Ye Jiaqi watched the people downstairs walking around in a hurry, with a blank look in her eyes.

No sadness, no joy, like a rag doll.

In the evening, Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Jin's husbands came, and they took their wives out for a walk.

The room suddenly became quiet.

It was getting late, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread on the window glass and also fell on Ye Jiaqi's body.

Her fair face was tinged with a light golden color, like a fragile porcelain.
Chapter completed!