Nianyang rolled her eyes and said smugly, "I'll just stop eating and drinking, starve your son, and not take care of the pregnancy well to make you anxious!"
Li Tingyan scoffed, tapping her forehead, "This is like hurting the enemy by a thousand and harming yourself by eight hundred. Besides, how many times have I told you, it's not a son in your belly, it's a daughter, a daughter, got it?"
Nianyang made a dismissive sound, "How do you know it's a daughter? What if it's a son?"
"Then let him starve to death, whatever makes you happy." Li Tingyan completely disregarded the usual approach.
What he wanted was a delicate daughter like Nianyang, preferably resembling her. He would spoil the daughter forever, but if it's a son, sorry, President Li would just let his parents handle him.
Poor baby, not yet born, already destined for fate.
