Plagued by bad reviews, but the top actress!

Xia Weibao’s face reddened, "It’s... it’s fine... hehe..."

Lu Hualiang was far more than just capable.

So embarrassing.

Clearly, being pregnant with triplets should be a worthy cause for celebration, yet she felt so embarrassed.

Having a husband who’s too flirtatious isn’t necessarily a good thing either.

This topic was too embarrassing to continue, so Xia Weibao changed the subject, "Xuejun, I already have kids, when are you going to find a boyfriend?"

When faced with relatives demanding to know how your studies are going, what rank you got in exams, and whether you’re targeting Tsinghua or Peking University, and you don’t know how to answer, the best defense is to ask them first about their kids’ grades, exam ranks, and whether they got into Tsinghua or Peking University this year?

See if they dare to steer the conversation back to you.

Her Majesty the Empress had this exact mindset.

She’d turned the tables, leaving Zhuang Xuejun momentarily speechless.

Skillfully, they shifted the topic elsewhere.

"My husband is coming, let’s chat next time."

After Xia Weibao said this, she quickly hung up the phone, tossed her phone aside, and lay back pretending to sleep.

Lu Hualiang, "..."

Wife, could your attempts at playing dumb be any more obvious?

He’d already noticed...

And even calling in secret, she didn’t think to delete the call history; was her intelligence fed to the dogs?

They say pregnancy makes you silly for three years; with triplets, could she be silly for nine?

Or silly for three years, just three times sillier than others?

The thought was a little frightening.

Accompanied Lu Hualiang to his company; the office was already filled with piles of books, including fashion magazines, novels, classical literature, ancient poems, and some foreign classics—everything you could think of.

More than anything, there were parenting books.

These were all newly purchased at his request, far more engaging than those financial and fiscal books from yesterday.

Xia Weibao was no longer that bored.

After Lu Hualiang finished the meeting, he returned to find her lying on the sofa, engrossed in a fairy tale book.

Occasionally, she let out a few joyous giggles.

Lu Hualiang, "..."

Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales...

"Honey, why are you looking at me like that, do you want to read too?"

Director Lu wanted to say, as for fairy tales, he no longer read those since he was a kid.

"Is it good?"

"It’s alright, better than The Little Bomb Seller Girl."

"The Little Bomb Seller Girl?" He had only heard of The Little Match Girl.

Clearly, Xia Weibao didn’t want to elaborate and had already bowed her head, continuing to read.

Lu Hualiang shook his head with a smile, "I thought you’d be reading classics or ancient poetry."

"What’s good about those, I’ve already flipped through the entire Book Pavilion in the palace." Already tired of them, okay.

Back in Deep Palace, it was incredibly boring; to kill time, she went through almost every book she could read.

Now, of course, she’s reading things she hadn’t before.

Lu Hualiang’s smile momentarily froze; was the palace really that dull for her?

It seemed so, Deep Palace Courtyard with no entertainment whatsoever.

He tried his best to spare time to accompany her, but national affairs were busy, inevitably neglecting some areas.

He’d slighted her.

Not surprising she’d become an internet-addicted girl; probably bored to death.

Suddenly feeling a bit sorry, he retrieved her phone, "Only half an hour of play."

Immediately, Xia Weibao tossed the fairy tale book aside, who’d read such childish stories when there’s a phone!

First logged into Weibo to check today’s trending topics.

This seemed to have become her habit.