My husband disappeared after a flash marriage, but I am pregnant with his child

"Congratulations, Qiao Qin." A subtle tenderness flashed across Huo Yan's eyes. The carefully prepared cake had long been quietly waiting for its protagonist. Obviously, he had never doubted her talent and was convinced that she would stand out in this design competition.

Qiao Qin was slightly startled, then she walked towards him with a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with agility and joy. "Aren't you afraid that I will return empty-handed and not even get a place?" she teased playfully.

Huo Yan gently held her hand, caressing her soft palm with his fingertips. "If that's the case, then this cake is a comfort for you. I heard that sweets can brighten people's mood instantly. I think it will definitely dispel the loss in your heart."

Qiao Qin heard this, and a touching arc appeared on the corner of her mouth. She took a bite of the cream on the cake, and the sweet taste instantly spread in her mouth, as if even her heart was filled with this warm atmosphere. At this moment, she felt extremely happy and satisfied, as if the whole world became beautiful because of this sweetness.

"Yeah, it's really sweet."

Following a moment of silence, a shadow suddenly covered her eyes. Qiao Qin raised her head slightly, and saw Huo Yan's body swooping down like an eagle. His handsome face gradually enlarged in front of her eyes, almost touching the tip of her nose.

In that instant, the breath of the two people seemed to merge into one, intertwining with each other, weaving a silent melody together.

Qiao Qin's heartbeat suddenly accelerated at this moment, and she closed her eyes involuntarily, as if waiting for some unknown fate to come. However, the next second, she felt the man's rough and warm fingertips gently brushing the corners of her lips, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, leaving a trace of ripples.

"Ah......"

A low and magnetic chuckle sounded in her ears, like the gentle plucking of a string, stirring up waves. Qiao Qin suddenly opened her eyes and met Huo Yan's dark eyes as deep as the night. There was an elusive light flashing in his eyes, as if hiding endless secrets and deep affection.

The deep and magnetic voice slowly entered her ears.

"What's wrong? You want me to kiss you?"

His voice was full of teasing and provocation, causing Qiao Qin's heart to beat even more uncontrollably.

"me……"

Qiao Qin's cheeks flushed instantly, like a newly blossoming peach blossom, bright and tender. Her heartbeat also began to speed up, as if it had turned into a rapid drumbeat, thumping in her chest. She denied it in a panic, with a trembling voice: "I didn't..."

However, before she could finish her words, he gently pinched her chin. His movements were gentle but a little domineering. He leaned over and kissed her lips densely like spring rain.

Huo Yan's kissing skills became more and more mature, like an experienced musician playing a beautiful melody. Qiao Qin was forced to endure his passion and gradually indulged in his unique rhythm. Her heartbeat quickened with his rhythm, and her body involuntarily responded to his tenderness.

The temperature in the room seemed to be rising, just like the midsummer sun shining on the earth. The air was filled with a hot and strong smell, making it difficult to breathe.

The moonlight poured in from the window, adding a mysterious and romantic atmosphere to their tenderness.

After a sleepless night, the two fell asleep in each other's arms until dawn.

The next morning, the sun shone gently into the room through the gaps in the curtains, adding a bit of warmth to the quiet space. Qiao Qin slowly woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes slightly, and saw a handsome sleeping face. She lay quietly in the man's arms, and the lingering sorrow of last night surged into her heart like a tide, causing a shy blush on her cheeks.

"woke up?"

A deep and magnetic voice sounded overhead, like the melody of a cello, mellow and moving. Qiao Qin nodded slightly, her voice as light as a thread, "Hmm."

Then, her stomach made an inopportune rumbling sound, as if protesting against last night's excessive fatigue, and as if reminding her that her stomach was now empty.

Qiao Qin subconsciously covered her belly, a trace of embarrassment flashed in her eyes. She didn't want such an embarrassing thing to break the tranquility in this beautiful morning.

However, Huo Yan didn't seem to care. He raised a playful smile and gently helped her up, his tone full of doting.

"Let's go."

"what--"

Qiao Qin exclaimed, wondering, "Where are we going?"

"Honeymoon." Huo Yan opened his thin lips and slowly uttered two words.

Half an hour later.

Qiao Qin and Huo Yan stepped into the most prestigious luxury goods shopping mall in Country A side by side. It seemed like a dazzling world. All kinds of goods were like stars, shining brightly. Each brand represented a unique taste and style.

Qiao Qin's hand was tightly held by Huo Yan's. She followed him in the gorgeous corridor, and her eyes occasionally glanced at his cold profile. His well-defined face looked even more profound under the light, and her heartbeat quietly accelerated in this silence, with an inexplicable tension and expectation.

This was their first real date.

Although they have experienced the most intimate interweaving, and even walked through the palace of marriage together and had the fruit of love, their world always seems to be occupied by busyness and trivial matters, and they rarely have the opportunity to quietly enjoy the time for the two of them like this moment.

This sudden date made Qiao Qin's heart surge with a strange emotion, as if everything was reversed from the normal order of love, marriage, and childbirth.

However, it is this reversal that makes this moment more precious and more worth cherishing.

On this quiet afternoon, Huo Yan's cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence between the two.

He picked up the phone, his voice revealing a bit of anxiety that was hard to conceal, and said to Qiao Qin: "Qin'er, there's an emergency at the company, and I have to go back to deal with it. You go around here first, I'll try to come back as soon as possible."

Qiao Qin smiled understandingly, nodded slightly, and watched Huo Yan's back as he hurried away.

She strolled through the surrounding streets and alleys, and was eventually attracted by a luxury bag store shining brightly, and walked in involuntarily.

As soon as she stepped into the store, a shrill voice rang in her ears, making her frown.

"Why? I run into you wherever I go. It's really unlucky."

The voice was full of disdain and sarcasm, which made Qiao Qin feel a little unhappy.

Qiao Qin was slightly startled, she slowly raised her head, and her eyes met Ou Liangyan's harsh face. Next to Ou Liangyan, there was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, he was bloated and had a bulging belly, as if he was carrying the weight of the years.

The two of them were arm in arm, close and intimate, like a loving couple who had been together for many years. Ou Liangyan's mouth had a hint of provocation, as if foreshadowing the storm that was to come.

"Dear, look, it's her," Ou Liangyan's voice revealed a hint of displeasure, "She won the special prize in this Baihua Design Competition. You should remember her, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, frowning, as if lost in a memory. "I have some impression that the work is indeed unique and creative."

However, Ou Liangyan was not satisfied with this. She sneered, her voice full of anger. "Have you really forgotten? Before the competition, didn't we agree that you would help me win the championship? But now? She has taken all the limelight!"

"Well, never mind. Who could have predicted these unexpected incidents?" The middle-aged man forced out a warm smile, trying to ease the atmosphere. "Well, which bag do you like? I'll buy it for you right now."

Ou Liangyan's brows relaxed slightly, and her eyes inadvertently swept over Qiao Qin, with a hint of contemptuous sneer faintly visible at the corner of her mouth.

She was secretly proud of herself, thinking: "So what if I got first place? I still can't afford the bags here. I wear those ordinary-looking clothes every day, but they are probably cheap street stall goods. They are so tacky."

However, what she didn't know was that the clothes Qiao Qin was wearing were all unique styles carefully tailored for her by major brands. Each piece was limited edition worldwide and priceless.