

Summary of the Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!
But whispers started – no heir. In their grand home, Pei Qiqi threw down a magazine, furious: 'Look at this rubbish! They're calling me infertile!' She narrowed her eyes, pointing fingers subtly. 'This is YOU causing all the trouble, making them think that way!'
Tang Yu watched her, calm and collected, he pushed aside the paper with a light touch, letting out a soft chuckle before replying smoothly: 'Huh? No child?' His tone was light, almost teasingly dismissive. 'Wasn't my lucky Year of the Pig sign born for something like this?'
'You think I'm talking about that?! Tang Yu!' she cried, face flushed with anger.
He just pulled her close then, his voice warm against her ear: 'Infertility? Um... what does that even mean?' He chuckled again. 'My Peiqi is the most precious thing in my world.'
Pei Qiqi stared at him, stunned – how did this argument dissolve into something like this?!