"Changed?" Andrew Han sat in the front passenger seat, a bit puzzled, glancing at the quietly murmuring Jodie Jiao.
Sunlight outside the car shone on her profile.
Her well-cared-for, delicate cheek betrayed a look of disappointment as she sighed softly.
"Yes, things have changed."
"There are lots of articles online pointing out things to watch for during pregnancy. The most important point about a husband’s behavior... is what his reaction should be when he hears the news."
She sighed in disappointment while driving.
Jodie wasn’t exactly sure of the specific date she got pregnant, but after doing the math, it was about half a month ago.
But.
Last week, when she happily shared the good news, she was met not with a smile or excitement, but with Harris Shang’s shock and a deep frown.
And after learning about the pregnancy, Harris barely interacted with her, dodged her with vague excuses, kept silent, and even avoided staying at home—she had no idea where he went or what he was doing.
Just like that.
Andrew was utterly shocked. "He actually did that?"
Even though Andrew felt this had nothing to do with him, he couldn’t help but shake his head. Harris’s behavior was just too much.
His wife was pregnant, and he reacted like that?
No matter how unwilling or unprepared he was, he should at least make his position clear. He absolutely shouldn’t have deliberately acted cold and distant.
After a moment of silence,
Andrew pressed, "Where did he go? Didn’t you look into it?"
"I don’t know."
Jodie turned the steering wheel left and tapped the brake. "I’m too disappointed in him. Even though he’s acting normal now, asking about my health every day, the more he does that, the more fake it feels to me. It’s just too hypocritical."
Hearing this, Andrew took a slow breath.
He really hadn’t expected this.
Harris Shang, who seemed so sunny and gentle on the outside, turned out to have such poor character.
The car hummed.
As the car sped along, Andrew Han gazed at the sky dotted with white clouds, silently thinking—"I used to think Jodie Jiao was being unreasonable, but Harris Shang really went too far. No matter how angry she gets, it’s understandable."
He felt a bit emotional.
You can’t just judge things by their appearance, because sometimes the truth can be truly shocking.
But still—
With my Inspiration, though, Harris Shang actually feels goodwill toward me. Andrew glanced at the red BMW waiting at the traffic light next to them, his mood complicated.
He felt goodwill toward a stranger he’d just met.
So why would he treat his wife of several years with such cold indifference? Was there more to it than met the eye?
Thinking this, Andrew let out a breath.
As Andrew quietly pondered, Jodie Jiao changed the subject, smiling as she glanced at the red BMW parked to the right. Its window was down, and inside sat a pair of young men and women.
They looked to be about twenty years old.
Sigh.
It’s still better to be a student... Andrew, you’re a Martial Arts Program Student, right?" Jodie asked.
"Yes, I am." Andrew nodded.
"That’s really great. No matter how strong a Martial Arts Program Student is, they don’t have to do border guard duty." Jodie praised, then added, "But you should be careful—when graduation season comes, you’re required to serve guard duty."
The death rate is extremely high.
Only about fifty or sixty percent of Martial Arts Program Students can barely make it through and become alumni.
Her tone carried a warning.