A Wife's Intuition

The bustling streets of Shanghai pulsed with life, a stark contrast to the tranquil mountain village of Yunxi. Skyscrapers stretched towards the heavens, their gleaming facades reflecting the afternoon sun. In a luxurious apartment high above the city, Zhang Mei stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her hand resting gently on her swollen belly. She gazed out at the urban landscape, but her mind was far away, consumed by an inexplicable sense of unease.

Sun Lixia, Li Chen's mother, watched her daughter-in-law with a mixture of concern and affection. "Zhang Mei, dear, why don't you sit down? You've been standing there for quite some time now."

Zhang Mei turned, offering a weak smile to her mother-in-law. "I'm sorry, I just... I can't shake this feeling that something's wrong."

Li Xiaojun, Li Chen's father, looked up from his newspaper, his brow furrowing. "Wrong? What do you mean?"