On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

The surroundings were already completely silent.

Jiang Qianxun's action seemed particularly abrupt!

Her beautiful eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and her closed eyes were filled with tears from retching.

The taste of salad is actually very light, but when morning sickness strikes, the smell becomes pervasive.

Covering her mouth and nose with a napkin, she got up and went to the bathroom in the staff cafeteria.

The feeling of nausea came over me in waves.

Jiang Qianxun washed her face with cold water in front of the sensor faucet.

Looking up, she saw her disheveled self in the mirror, her fair skin was stained with water droplets and her eyes were red.

When Jiang Qianxun came back, she covered her face with a napkin and looked in the direction of Xing Mingyu, and found that the man was holding a document.

Qin Chuan sat opposite Xing Mingyu.

They... know each other?

Xing Mingyu glanced through the document, took a pen and signed it. When he raised his eyes, he caught the woman coming back and staring at him.

There was also a cup of coffee in front of Qin Chuan, and he was supporting his forehead with his slender fingers.

Jiang Qianxun couldn't eat at all and had to leave.

Xing Mingyu followed her gaze, raised his hand to check the time on his watch, his expression dignified and indifferent.

Xing Mingyu's driver, Uncle Song, was just standing at the window outside the staff cafeteria, taking out his phone to reply to a message, and happened to run into Jiang Qianxun who was coming out.

Uncle Song pointed to the man sitting inside and said, "Director An, you are so talented at such a young age. Follow Mr. Xing and work hard. He may look fierce, but he will not mistreat talented people!"

Jiang Qianxun was surprised and said perfunctorily: "Well, Mr. Xing seems to be quite approachable."

"Of course! Mr. Xing was in the army before. He can survive any hardship and has saved many people! He's very kind, isn't he?"

Jiang Qianxun listened and didn't expect that Xing Mingyu had actually been a soldier.

Inside the restaurant.

Xing Mingyu wore a black suit and a gray tie, giving off a serious, solemn and cold feeling.

His cell phone, which had just answered a business call, suddenly rang again.

As I answered the call, an excited voice came from the other end: "Mr. Xing, I finally found the woman in the hotel that night!"

"The woman's name is Su Rourou, she's 25 years old, and she works in a kindergarten on the street across from the county hotel. All the information matches!"

Su Rourou stood awkwardly in the hotel, listening to the assistant talking on the phone.

Mother Shen Lan said that people with the surname Xing are rare, and every one of them is a great figure.

It took her a lot of courage to impersonate Jiang Qianxun.

After Shen Lan remarried and married a rich man, she no longer wanted her as a burden.

Now that she has been approached by the task of taking over, she is very happy about it, as it is a chance to change her destiny right before her eyes.

Xing Mingyu frowned and said, "Bring it back!"

The assistant had no choice but to take Su Rourou back and treat her like a queen.

"Assistant Zhou, can I stay at my mother's house when I get there?"

"Of course!" Zhou Tian said.

At dusk, Jiang Qianxun returned home from get off work.

Aunt Lan stood in front of the window and glanced at the garden on the first floor: "Miss, this mistress is getting more and more arrogant. This afternoon, she also asked her daughter born to her ex-husband to live with us."

"Let them do whatever they want." Jiang Qianxun took off her blue contact lenses. The good days for mother and daughter wouldn't last long.

"Ok!"

Auntie Lan nodded, but still complained: "That fruit tree was planted by the eldest lady and the wife when she was a child. It's also your WeChat avatar. I don't know what Su Rourou went there to take pictures of."

Su Rourou had just arrived and felt new about everything in the villa. She took a photo of the fruit trees at dusk, with branches full of fruits. She happily used this photo as her WeChat profile picture.

Then, in the “Add Friends” column on WeChat, she entered the WeChat account she had gotten from Zhou Tianwen, hoping to see if Mr. Xing would add her.

Xing Group.

Xing Mingyu's phone vibrated on the table. While looking at the documents, he took the phone, clicked it and saw the message from someone "adding him as a friend".

His grandmother forced him to register for WeChat after threatening to hang herself on his bedside so that he could add those rich girls and arrange blind dates for them.

Almost never used it after registering.

Xing Mingyu pushed the phone to Uncle Song and said, "Whose daughter is this?"

Uncle Song took a look at the portrait and recognized it at once: "...This is Director An!"

Xing Mingyu paused and took back the phone he had pushed out.

Uncle Song: “…”

Jiang Qianxun was sitting in front of the dressing table when she heard the happy and joyful voices of the mother and her two daughters downstairs.

When Su Rourou saw that Mr. Xing had passed her verification and added her as a friend, she was so excited that her heart was pounding. She bit her lips nervously, and a hint of shyness appeared on her face.

There is no need to say more between adult men and women.

Thinking of this, Su Rourou edited a paragraph and sent it to the man: [There are some things I am too embarrassed to say in person, so I can only send you a WeChat message. Mr. Xing, are you free to come to my house for dinner tonight? We are not familiar with each other yet, so it will be better if we chat. ]

Uncle Song accidentally glanced at the news.

I wonder if Director An is interested in Mr. Xing?

Xing Mingyu's eyes flashed with surprise: [Address! ]

At six o'clock in the evening, when Jiang Qianxun went downstairs for dinner, two people stood in front of her.

Shen Lan's attitude changed: "Qianxun, you haven't come downstairs for a day, so we can't go up to disturb you. Now that you're downstairs for dinner, I'll introduce you to my eldest daughter, the one I had with my ex-husband, Su Rourou."

Su Rourou met Jiang Qianxun's pale almond eyes and said, "Hello, Sister Qianxun. If you want, you can call me sister like Yinyin does."

After saying that, seeing that Jiang Qianxun didn't react at all, Su Rourou and Shen Lan looked at each other.

Shen Lan had always looked down on her stepdaughter. She was lucky enough not to be hit to death the first time, but it would be bad if she got hit a second time. Where would she find a second scapegoat to die for her?

"Qianxun, I know you don't like dealing with people, and you don't like crowds. I came here just to tell you that Rourou's boyfriend will be coming to our house for dinner later."

At this point, Shen Lan laughed and said awkwardly: "You know how you look now, it's really inconvenient to show your face, I'm afraid it will scare the guests. I see you stay alone on the fifth floor every day, you like to be quiet, you shouldn't come down to join in the fun, right?"

Jiang Qianxun was too lazy to pay attention to the mother and daughter.

After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she fed the two babies in her belly and went upstairs.

This was the first time Su Rourou met Jiang Qianxun: "Mom, this Jiang Qianxun doesn't say anything. What does she mean? When Mr. Xing comes, I'm afraid she will come down deliberately to disgust us."

Shen Lan's eyes widened with anger: "If she doesn't come down, I'm willing to let her live peacefully on the fifth floor as a useless parasite. If she dares to come down, I won't let her have a good time."

After going upstairs, Jiang Qianxun took out a photo album from the bookshelf, sat down beside the bed and looked through it. It was full of photos of her, her mother, and her grandfather.

At this time, the sound of a car braking was heard outside the villa.

Not knowing who Su Rourou’s boyfriend was, Jiang Qianxun could hear the mother and daughter coming out to welcome them from the fifth floor.

The battle is not small.

Shen Lan's voice was even louder: "Mr. Xing's visit is such a great honor for our small family!"

Jiang Qianxun frowned.

Mr. Xing?

"Which Mr. Xing?" Putting down the photo album in her hand, she stood up and opened the window. At a glance, she saw the man in a suit getting out of the car at the gate.