Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1333: Chapter 1313: You’ve Lost Weight Again

”See, it was perfectly normal for me to be crying and laughing at the same time back then.” Luo Yanran returned with a new blanket and cushion, handed them to Cong Rong, and shook his head helplessly.

”You cried because Nuannuan showed red, and you laughed because you’re silly.” Luo Qianqian unceremoniously dissed.

Luo Yanran glared but felt helpless; it took him a couple of days to realize his own wife was pregnant, which made him extremely nervous as first-time parents. He secretly cursed his carelessness and admitted if not for this accident, he might not have realized it.

So, by the time it was Qu Lin’s turn, everyone reacted a bit quicker.

Jia Ning couldn’t contain her laughter, discussing nourishing soups with Ye Qianying every day, ensuring everyone got something.

”Sis, when are you gonna have a baby?” An Hao innocently asked, successfully freezing Luo Qianqian.

Everyone looked at Luo Qianqian with amused expressions, awaiting her response.

”Me?” Luo Qianqian glanced at everyone and then quietly said, ”When An Hao grows up and gets married, only then will there be a baby.”

”Uh-huh, when I grow up, I’ll marry sis.” An Hao’s little face was full of satisfaction.

Luo Yanran gave Luo Qianqian a sidelong look: Deceiving a child’s feelings, shameless!

Luo Qianqian didn’t care at all and shot back a look: Wanna fight me?

Luo Yanran gave in immediately, fighting Luo Qianqian? Joke’s on him; he’d only be beaten up, really. Back when Luo Qianqian was less powerful, she had a bunch of uncles, brothers, and grandpas who doted on her. If she showed even a hint of grievance, the Luo Family would take turns to deal with him; and now... he couldn’t even fight back! Besides, going up against Luo Qianqian? He’d end up sleeping on the floor for months... his own wife cared more about Luo Qianqian than him, her actual husband.

Seeing her brothers cautiously helping their sister-in-law, warmth appeared on Luo Qianqian’s face—if only this lasted forever, happiness and joy with nothing to dim the light shining on them.

Since Luo Qianqian brought friends home, Yue Tingyu, with her two daughters-in-law, started preparing food unceremoniously early.

The family’s youngest had returned; was there any better way to nourish them? No one knew how tiring this journey was, but clearly, the child matured quite a lot.

Meanwhile, Luo Qianqian, with the clingy An Hao, went to find her brother, then unceremoniously asked the ’guests’ for gifts, delivering them to each courtyard before quietly returning to face Luo Shufan, obediently waiting to be scolded.

Who would’ve thought Luo Shufan was happily chatting with Mo, barely acknowledging her presence, and Yan went to find Old Master Luo to check his recovery.

So, Luo Qianqian took His Royal Highnesses to visit her good friend. He Wenyu received the news early but wanted to contribute to dinner, so she hadn’t sought out Luo Qianqian, instead busying herself in the kitchen with the elders, being more conscientious than Luo Qianqian, the actual granddaughter.

He Wenyu claimed Luo Qianqian as her sister, hence Luo Qianqian’s family was hers—a bond she maintained since Luo Qianqian hardly had time for filial duties, she filled in.

So, even without the ’Luo’ surname, He Wenyu received unanimous praise from the family, especially for her pivotal role in the new ideas at Forget Worries Tea House.

”Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu.” Luo Qianqian blinked, chuckled, shouting at the kitchen door.

No other options; even if the door wasn’t labeled, she knew well she and Xiao Tian were banned from entry...

”Qianqian.” He Wenyu appeared carrying freshly baked pastries, hurriedly went to greet Luo Qianqian, inspecting her, and then frowned: ”You’re thinner again?”

Luo Qianqian looked puzzled, was she thinner? Had adversity rubbed off on He Wenyu, now seeing everyone as frail?

”Feel here, where am I thin?” Luo Qianqian pulled He Wenyu’s hand to her abdomen, flat as always yet toned.

Beside them, Huangfu Yihui and Yann Yao were thoroughly puzzled. For so long, they’d watched Luo Qianqian eat and drink well—where was the thinness?

If anyone was losing weight, it was them, facing setbacks and becoming gradually emaciated...

”I’ll inform grandma, hold on.” He Wenyu squeezed her abdomen hard, finally nodding in satisfaction, sprinting toward the kitchen.

Soon He Wenyu came back out carrying a plate of pastries, handed them to Luo Qianqian: ”Grandma says she’s busy, go munch somewhere.” With that, she quickly nudged Luo Qianqian away from the kitchen perimeter.

Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes: ”I’m outside, grandma seriously? I haven’t even entered...”

”You’re too influential; grandma’s worried the ingredients might be frightened by you. You’re not here because of pregnancy news, are you?” He Wenyu raised an eyebrow, pinched Luo Qianqian’s cheek, exasperated: ”Why do you seem unchanged from before?”

Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes again speechlessly, amused at her reputation with food even—legend has it, if food hears her name, it becomes tasteless?

An Hao leaned quietly against Luo Qianqian, sneakily eating pastries, handing some to the two older brothers.

”Your clingy kid’s back online.” Watching An Hao hold onto Luo Qianqian tightly, He Wenyu burst out laughing: ”You wouldn’t believe how much he cried knowing you left—now he doesn’t even go home, sleeps in your room instead.”

Luo Qianqian glanced at An Hao, smiled gently: ”Can’t envy this—he’s my brother.”

”Off with you, he’s my brother too.” He Wenyu playfully bickered with Luo Qianqian, no sign of estrangement despite the long absence.

An Hao stuffed a pastry into Luo Qianqian’s mouth, earnestly stating: ”Grandma made this.”

Luo Qianqian chewed softly, familiar taste flooded her palate, then nodded: ”An Hao’s pretty great, even knows who made it?”

”Hehe...” An Hao focused on savoring pastries blissfully without a hint of detachment.

”Right, this is Huangfu Yihui you met at the wedding last time, and his brother, Yann Yao. Tomorrow I’ll accompany my sister-in-law for a check-up, you look out for them.” Luo Qianqian didn’t forget the two following her, also subtly winked at He Wenyu: They’re single.

He Wenyu grumbled, giving Luo Qianqian a playful punch, greeted the two companions, and then turned to Luo Qianqian with an expression of oddness: ”Going for a check-up tomorrow, right? Maybe take the third sister-in-law too? I reckon she’s having odd cravings lately.” Cong Rong suddenly likes sweet and sour flavours—used to prefer spicy.

”Pfft...” Luo Qianqian burst into laughter: ”You’re sharp as ever; she is expecting indeed.”

”Really expecting?” He Wenyu blinked incredulously, looking surprised.