How did I become a god

Chapter 1715 Worry
Beijing, Xishan Imperial Garden.

Around five o'clock in the evening, as dusk deepened, a few beautiful sunset clouds lingered, painting the verdant hills around the Summer Palace and also shining through the top-class Chinese-style villa complex of Xishan Royal Garden.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of Villa No. 1020 are bathed in sunlight, and the extremely luxurious living room seems to be coated with a warm golden halo.

The style of this small living room is understated oriental elegance. The floor is made of warm, black marble that is so smooth it reflects light and mirrors an abstract Chinese palace lantern on the ceiling, which is made from a single piece of natural crystal and inlaid with fine gold wire.

A centuries-old display shelf made of golden nanmu and ebony, with its refined lines, stands nearby. Ming and Qing dynasty porcelain pieces are arranged on the shelf in a staggered fashion.

The most outstanding piece is a celadon-glazed tea ware from the Chenghua period, with a thick glaze and natural crackles, valued at over 80 million yuan. It silently speaks of the owner's wealth and taste in its tranquility.

In the corner, a faint wisp of sandalwood incense rises from a bronze incense burner, its delicate fragrance mingling with the sweet scent of the garden outside the window, soothing the soul.

However, in this tranquil and luxurious evening, a subtle tension permeated the air.

"Mom, it's normal for Jing Gao to have many business commitments and an irregular schedule. Please stop nagging about when he'll be back."

After hanging up her husband's call, Li Mengwei hesitated for a moment before saying something to her mother, who had been taking care of her and had suddenly interrupted.

But those words immediately created a slightly tense atmosphere in the small living room. The nanny, who was about to come in to deliver fruit, quietly turned back.

Xie Wanjun looked at her daughter sitting on the sofa, glared at her with "disappointment at her lack of ambition," and said unhappily, "Fine, I was just meddling."

As he spoke, he got up from the rosewood official's hat chair, left the small living room, and went to his bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

Now that her daughter is pregnant, no matter how dissatisfied she is, she won't argue with her daughter in person. Besides, her upbringing prevents her from doing something as rude as arguing face-to-face.

But if she doesn't argue with her daughter, whom she has cherished since childhood, then someone else will have to bear her anger.

Xie Wanjun went upstairs to her bedroom and immediately called her husband, Li Hanqing. The phone rang, and she waited for him to answer.

The setting sun streamed in through the window, casting its light upon her. She was in her early fifties, her hair slightly gray, but she still retained the elegant grace of a woman from Jiangnan. Slender and graceful, she wore a well-tailored dark blue silk jacquard cheongsam, and a string of exquisite South Sea white pearls around her neck, which accentuated her intellectual and dignified demeanor.

If she hadn't been born with such good looks, she wouldn't have been able to give birth to such a beautiful and charming daughter as Li Mengwei.

Xie Wanjun, who previously served as an associate professor in the Chinese Department at Taizhou University in Zhejiang Province, has already taken early retirement and come to Beijing specifically to take care of her pregnant daughter.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hanqing, when can you take leave to come over? I'm really worried about Weiwei. That Jinggao kid is getting more and more out of control."

Weiwei is heavily pregnant, and I accompany her to her prenatal checkups every week. He doesn't see her at all. He said he's going to Shanghai to take care of some business and will be back soon.

I heard from Weiwei that he had finished his business, but he still hasn't come back.

What do you mean by that?
This is the time when Vivi needs her husband's company and care the most.

Yes, he is indeed a very big boss, but is our Weiwei after his money? That's not what we've been teaching Weiwei, is it? Marriage is about soulmates.

I think Xiao Jing is unfaithful outside; he has another woman.

Xie Wanjun launched into her phone, her voice filled with suppressed anger and grievance.

Li Hanqing is a professor of regional economics at Taizhou University. In his fifties, he has not yet retired and is currently lecturing his graduate students on their research topics in his office.

He went to the side to answer the phone, and then heard his wife's outburst. He couldn't help but ask, "Wanjun, why are you so angry?"

In his memory, his son-in-law Jing Gao was a very kind and polite person, and it was impossible for him to talk back to Wan Jun. Of course, as kind as Jing Gao was, his status was what it was, and no one dared to be disrespectful in front of him.

Xie Wanjun angrily said, "Why do you think I'm so angry? It's all because of your precious daughter. I'm trying to help her get what she wants, and instead she's complaining and won't let me say anything more."

"You need to take leave and come to Beijing right away. I can't stay here any longer; I'm going back to Taizhou."

Li Hanqing quickly reassured her, "Wanjun, how could Weiwei be without you? Calm down, I'll call Weiwei and ask about the situation."

He didn't mention that he couldn't leave.

To be honest, he prefers teaching at the academy to taking care of his pregnant daughter in the capital and raising the child in the future.

...

While Li Hanqing was comforting his wife, Li Mengwei sighed helplessly, her worry deepening. With the help of the housekeeper Qin Wanqiu, she went to the guest study on the first floor.

She wanted to be alone.

Actually, her mother's feeling was right; her good brother was having an affair. Putting aside everything else, her former close friend and confidante, Chen Yujie, was Jing Gao's woman.

She even fell out with Chen Yujie over this.

I considered you a friend, a best friend, and you slept with my husband. Why keep a best friend like that around if you don't break ties?
She never interfered in Jing Gao's affairs outside, keeping a close eye on everything and giving him maximum freedom so that he would only return home when he was tired, back to the peaceful haven she had created.

That's what a smart wife would do.

This is a method that her "good older sister" Ling Chuqing taught her.

However, she was indeed a little "panicked" now, because Jing Gao still hadn't returned! Hadn't the Mingyuan Group already been swallowed up?
In addition, her mother felt that it was nothing to say a word about Jing Gao over the phone, but she knew very well what kind of status her husband held.

Under normal circumstances, very few people in the world would dare to criticize him! After all, a mother-in-law is not one's own mother.

If Jing Gao is dissatisfied with her mother, even a slight distance from her would be enough to make her panic.

Li Mengwei thought for a moment, picked up the phone on her desk and dialed. After the call connected, she said, "Wanqiu, I'm making a call. Bring the phone over."

She was pregnant with her first child, Jing Gao's eldest son. No matter how carefully she took care of him, it was the right thing to do. She definitely wouldn't carry electronic devices like cell phones with her anymore.

Qin Wanqiu, the housekeeper from Taizhou, quickly brought over her phone. Looking at the beautiful young woman sitting in the soft chair in the study, she asked with concern, "Teacher Li, are you alright? Would you like to rest? Dinner can be served later."

Li Mengwei was wearing a soft, light lavender silk loungewear dress, reclining in a large armchair. Despite her pregnancy, she was still stunningly beautiful.

Her originally exquisite face, now softened by pregnancy, gained a rounder, more maternal glow. Her skin, almost translucent with its whiteness, shone like the finest mutton-fat jade in the twilight. Her clear almond-shaped eyes were now filled with helplessness and a barely perceptible worry.

"It's okay. You go ahead and do your work, I'll make a call."

"Okay, Teacher Li." Qin Wanqiu thoughtfully closed the study door before leaving.

Li Mengwei picked up her phone, subconsciously rubbing her slightly protruding belly. After hesitating for a moment, she finally dialed a number.

"Sister Chuqing..." When the call connected, Li Mengwei's voice carried a hint of weariness and dependence.

(End of this chapter)