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

Deng Qiaoni placed the porridge on the small table beside the bed and said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, Mr. Huo specially cooked the porridge for you. It's delicious."

Huo Yan was concentrating on cooking porridge in the kitchen, his slender figure shrouded in soft light.

On the stove, the blue flames were jumping happily and warmly, the porridge in the pot was bubbling, and the rising hot steam was like a thin gauze curtain.

The whole kitchen is filled with a faint, mouth-watering fragrance, as if an invisible hand is gently tempting people's taste buds.

Deng Qiaoni stood at the door quietly and couldn't help but sniffing hard. The tempting fragrance instantly penetrated her nasal cavity.

She was full of curiosity, and her lively eyes were full of doubts. She couldn't help but mutter to herself: "Mr. Huo can actually cook. How strange! How come his cooking skills are so good?"

Huo Yan seemed to have noticed Deng Qiaoni's suspicious look. He just tilted his head slightly and replied indifferently, "I studied abroad for a few years."

His voice was low and calm, and he spoke just a few simple words without any extra explanation, as if any more words would be a waste.

Deng Qiaoni nodded thoughtfully, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and she stopped asking questions. She knew in her heart that the person in front of her was from completely different worlds from herself, and there was an insurmountable gap between them.

At this moment, Huo Yan's phone rang suddenly. The urgent ringing broke the original tranquility of the kitchen. He quickly picked up the phone, and his originally calm expression instantly became serious, and his frown seemed to be able to pinch a fly to death.

"Hello? What? Why is the meeting brought forward? Wasn't it agreed to be held tomorrow?" Huo Yan's voice was full of surprise and nervousness.

The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and noisy. He pressed the phone tightly to his ear, fearing that he would miss any important information. "This is the time we set before. How can you change it? And it's so sudden. I'm not prepared at all!"

There was a hint of anxiety and dissatisfaction in his tone. However, the other party seemed to be constantly emphasizing the importance and urgency of the meeting.

"No, I have something important to do here and can't leave." Huo Yan tried to fight for it. But the other party obviously had no intention of giving in. Huo Yan's face became more gloomy, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "I know, I'll go right over." After saying that, he hung up the phone heavily, caught in a dilemma.

At this time, Deng Qiaoni, who was standing aside, took the initiative to say: "I can help." Her voice was not loud, but firm.

Huo Yan frowned slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his deep eyes.

He thought about it again and again, and there seemed to be no better way, so he could only ask Deng Qiaoni to take the porridge to Qiao Qin, and also instructed her in detail:

"You have to wipe her sweat off gently. Qin'er likes to add some olives to her porridge, but not too much, just a little bit is fine. Also, if she wants to drink water, the water temperature should not be too cold or too hot. If she feels uncomfortable, call me immediately."

Deng Qiaoni listened silently, feeling more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't help thinking that such a perfect man was so good to Qiao Qin. How great it would be if she could find such a considerate and caring husband in the future.

Huo Yan left in a hurry, his footsteps fading away in the corridor. Deng Qiaoni carried the bowl of steaming porridge and carefully went to the bedroom on the second floor. Before she even entered the door, she heard Qiao Qin's weak but dependent whisper: "Yan, you haven't left yet?"

"It's me, Miss Qiao. Mr. Huo has already gone to work." Deng Qiaoni spoke quickly, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in her voice.

Qiao Qin slowly opened her eyes, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, and a blush instantly crept up her cheeks. But soon, she concealed it and regained her composure.

But soon she saw the porridge in Deng Qiaoni's hand. At this moment, her empty stomach made a gurgling sound, which was particularly loud in this quiet room.

Qiao Qin's face flushed like a peach blossom, and she said weakly but with gratitude: "Thank you, Qiao Ni."

Deng Qiaoni gently and carefully helped Qiao Qin up, letting her lean against the head of the bed like a delicate lily. Then she scooped up a spoonful of porridge with skillful movements, blew gently on it, and slowly handed it to Qiao Qin's mouth.

Qiao Qin took a sip, a hint of surprise flashed across her star-like eyes, and she nodded slightly and said, "It tastes really good."

Deng Qiaoni couldn't help but say, "Miss Qiao, Mr. Huo's porridge cooking skills are really excellent. I was full of curiosity before, how could a distinguished young master like him be so familiar with it. I didn't expect it was because he studied abroad and had to take care of himself."

Qiao Qin's eyes were filled with tenderness, and she said softly, "He has always been independent and capable."

At this moment, a few clear bird calls like wind chimes came from outside the window, and the sunlight playfully sprinkled into the room through the gaps in the curtains, forming bright golden rays of light, like dreamy golden threads.

Deng Qiaoni was about to feed Qiao Qin another mouthful of porridge when Qiao Qin suddenly frowned slightly. A trace of pain appeared on her pale face, just like ripples on the calm lake. Deng Qiaoni asked hurriedly with concern: "Miss Qiao, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Qin shook her head gently and said, "It's okay. I'm probably a little numb because I've been lying down for too long."

Deng Qiaoni quickly put down the bowl of porridge, and her slender hands gently massaged Qiao Qin's arms, her movements gentle and soothing.

After a while, Qiao Qin's complexion gradually improved and regained some color. Deng Qiaoni then picked up the bowl of porridge again and continued to feed her porridge.

At this time, Qiao Qin asked with some anticipation in her eyes: "Qiao Ni, when Huo Yan left, did he mention when he would be back?"

While feeding her porridge carefully, Deng Qiaoni replied, "Mr. Huo didn't say anything, but he left in a hurry. The meeting seemed to be very important."

Qiao Qin sighed softly, a look of loss that was hard to conceal, and her gaze seemed to be covered with a layer of light haze.

Deng Qiaoni hurriedly comforted her, "Ms. Qiao, don't be sad. Mr. Huo must have been worried about you."

Qiao Qin nodded, with a sweet smile on her lips, like a blooming spring flower. She seemed to suddenly remember something, and then said, "Do you know why I want to help you?"