Qi Miao lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling suffocated in her heart.
Now, the only security she had was the child in her belly.
She gently put her hand on her still-flat stomach, her gaze somewhat dazed.
"You must be Qi Ming's child."
Qi Ming held back his anger and went downstairs, determined to not tolerate any attitude from the servant.
It wasn't a big deal to leave the Qi family. He didn't believe that, with his skills and education, he couldn't provide a good life for his wife and child.
With that conviction, he went downstairs with a dark face. Seeing his father and Xia Yumo still eating in the living room, he kept a cold face without saying hello. He went straight to the kitchen to order the servants to specially prepare a pregnant woman's meal for Qi Miao.
However, before he could speak, the servant had already handed the prepared breakfast to him, "Second Young Master, this is for Miss Qi Miao."
Qi Ming looked at the breakfast in front of him, stunned.