After divorcing the mute girl, President Gu knelt down and begged for reconciliation.

Chapter 37 Jealousy Abounds
Gu Xijue frowned slightly and didn't speak again, nor did Duan Nanhe.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Song Jin'an is already eight months pregnant.

She had been living a relatively comfortable life for the past few months, and Su Ruoya rarely showed up in front of her. Moreover, with Gu Xijue's permission, she even flew with Lin Ma to the next city to visit her grandmother.

In the late stages of pregnancy, Song Jin'an often felt unwell, so Lin's mother told her not to sit for too long and to move around more.

Therefore, Song Jin'an often wandered around the villa area. The villa area where she lived was the most upscale in Haicheng, so the supporting facilities were also very good, and there were often places to play.

But over time, she came to enjoy taking her sketchbook to the small pavilion by the lake to paint. When she got tired of painting, she would sit down to rest and enjoy the scenery. When it was almost time, she would go home to eat and take a nap.

Song Jin'an sat down in front of the easel and began to draw. Since she was drawing comics, a few days ago she met some children who were playing together. They saw her drawing comics and stopped to watch.

After a while, Song Jin'an became familiar with these little guys.

So when she goes out to paint, she brings some snacks and toys, and she might bump into one or all of those children.

Song Jin'an was getting tired of painting, so he sat on a stone bench in the pavilion, gazing at the white swans in the lake, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

These past few months have been some of the happiest times she's had in years, so she cherishes every single moment.

After sitting for a while longer, Song Jin'an felt the wind picking up, and it seemed to be getting stronger. She glanced at her phone; a rainstorm warning had been issued, and it was about to rain.

She put away her phone and hurriedly went to collect the painting, but at that moment a gust of wind blew, and as leaves fell from the surrounding trees, the painting was also blown away and scattered on the ground.

Song Jin'an quickly squatted down to pick them up. Several more had been blown out of the pavilion by the strong wind, but thankfully they weren't facing the lake. She chased after them for several steps to retrieve them, just as large raindrops began to fall.

She was in a hurry to pick them up, but her belly was too big and it was inconvenient.

Sudden--

A large hand reached out and quickly picked up all the drawings from the ground. Song Jin'an stared at it.

The man quickly picked them all up and handed them to Song Jin'an. He was very tall and stood in front of her, completely obscuring her figure.

"The rain is going to get heavier, let's go into the pavilion to take shelter," the man said.

Song Jin'an then carefully moved into the pavilion. Once inside, the raindrops grew larger, while the wind subsided.

She separated the already wet manuscript and placed it on the stone table to weigh it down, otherwise it would be ruined if they stuck together.

After Song Jin'an finished her work, she realized that she hadn't said thank you yet, so she quickly bowed.

The man looked at her and said, "You're welcome."

He then turned his gaze to Song Jin'an's painting, his eyes showing appreciation: "It's very well painted. You can tell from the painting that it has a lot of inspiration, but some parts are a bit immature. You don't know how to use paneling."

Song Jin'an smiled and used sign language to say thank you for the compliment to the man.

She had just finished gesturing with her hands when she realized that the person in front of her might not know sign language, so she quickly took out her phone and started typing.

The man raised an eyebrow: "Can't you speak properly?" Song Jin'an nodded in response while typing.

"Thank you for your compliment. I am a beginner, so some parts may not be accurate."

The voice broadcast sounds mechanical and may be jarring to those who aren't used to it.

The man nodded knowingly, then said, "Your painting is very good. Take it and submit it for publication; you might get good news."

Song Jin'an was taken aback, looked at him, and typed out another line of text to play: "You mean, serialize it online?"

"Of course you can start by serializing it, but my suggestion is to draw the first twenty chapters first, and then search online for the contact information of the publisher's editor and submit it. Maybe the editor will contact you to sign a contract."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at her again: "This is just my suggestion."

Song Jin'an noted down his suggestion and then asked on her phone, "Excuse me, do you know so much because you work in the comics industry?"

"No, I was a comic book fan when I was young."

The man shrugged and continued laughing, "If I had your talent, I would probably be a top Chinese cartoonist."

Song Jin'an nodded. At this moment, the rain was still pouring down. Even if Lin Ma brought an umbrella over now, she would still be soaked through by the time she got back.

The man standing next to her seemed to see right through her concerns and said softly, "You're pregnant. It'll be safer for you to wait until the rain stops before you leave."

Song Jin'an understood that it was rather awkward for two strangers to be together sheltering from the rain.

But the man didn't seem to notice and kept chatting with her casually.

As they chatted, Song Jin'an became less nervous, and the two even introduced themselves by name. The man in front of her was named Jiang Ciyu.

Gradually, as the two chatted happily, the rain subsided.

At that very moment, amidst the light rain, Gu Xijue held a black umbrella, his eyes fixed intently on the woman chatting and laughing with a stranger in the pavilion. He gripped the other umbrella tightly, watching Song Jin'an's carefree laughter, a fire burning within him!

Gu Xijue stood there for a short while, his face cold, and walked towards the pavilion.

Song Jin'an didn't notice anyone walking towards them because she was having too much fun chatting with Jiang Ciyu!

Jiang Ciyu maintained his usual gentle expression as he looked at Song Jin'an and asked softly, "Miss Song, I have the contact information for a comic editor. Could you add me and I'll recommend him to you?"

Song Jin'an didn't think much of it and didn't notice Gu Xijue's approach at all.

She nodded, took out her phone, and was about to open the business card for Jiang Ciyu to scan when suddenly a pair of large hands snatched her phone away. Song Jin'an subconsciously frowned and turned her face, only to find that it was Gu Xijue. She was stunned and stared blankly at him.

Gu Xijue covered her body with the umbrella, which was still in place.

Song Jin'an had only a few thoughts in her mind: How did he end up here?

Shouldn't he be at work or with Su Ruoya at this time? Her gaze fell on the umbrella Gu Xijue was holding in his other hand, her eyes sharp. He had come specifically to bring her an umbrella.
This is truly a rare occurrence; did the sun rise in the west today?
At this moment, Gu Xijue finally put down the umbrella and placed it on the stone table, leaning the umbrella against the painting. Song Jin'an was startled and hurriedly tried to save the painting, which was already wet from the raindrops on her body. Her face showed a bit of anger. This man did it on purpose!
Standing beside her, Gu Xijue looked at the man in front of him and said coldly, "My wife's affairs are none of your concern, Mr. Jiang."

(End of this chapter)