"All of us have kids already, you're the only one left, you better hurry up and catch up..." A classmate one year younger than Cheng Yang downed a cup of beer before turning to Qiao Anxia. "Sis, you're pretty and Cheng Yang is handsome, you guys would certainly have superior genes. If you were to have children, I’m sure the child would look stunning. If you pick up, next year, we'll be drinking at your child's one month celebration."

Qiao Anxia's hand tightened silently, her newly done nails pushing into her palm, sending a sharp piercing pain through her, but on her face she struggled to maintain a slight smile.

Cheng Yang, who was hugging onto her shoulders sensed her tenseness. He immediately spoke up, interrupting the rambling classmate. "Enough, why don't you talk about your wife? Weren't you complaining on Wechat a while ago?"

The classmate shook his head, sighing. "What can I do? Maybe it's the seven year curse— we quarrel whenever we see each other, but thinking about separa