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

After the webpage was refreshed, Baidu displayed the Baidu Encyclopedia about "Jian Shulin".

English name Misha.

There is a black and white photo on the encyclopedia. The woman in the picture has a blank expression, looks intellectual and serious, wears a black French dress, is tall, and has long hair that just reaches her shoulders. She is sitting alone on the steps with two cats lying beside her to keep her company.

He has the demeanor of an artistic master.

After checking the photos, Jiang Qianxun turned around and looked at Jian Shulin herself, her heart beating so hard that it almost jumped out of her throat.

Her expression was calm as usual, and she was chatting normally with Xie Zong who had just ordered his food across from her.

But I was very surprised that I met the world-renowned architectural design master Jian Shulin on such an ordinary afternoon.

Xie Zong had the aura of a great lawyer. He looked at the girl opposite him and said with a smile, "Your father is very smart. He knows that you have taken 30% of the company's shares and will do his best to save the company. He personally holds on to the 40% of the shares tightly."

Jiang Qianxun knew that after weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Wenyuan went back and concealed every word she said in the box of Hanli Hotel from other shareholders.

He immediately organized a drinking party and invited several shareholders who held a small number of shares. He played up his image of long-term brotherhood and, with tears in his eyes, persuaded these shareholders to voluntarily sell their respective company shares at a low price.

The Huawen Group was in danger, and the shares in their hands were hot potatoes. When everyone heard that Jiang Wenyuan had a change of heart and was willing to spend a lot of money to save them from the dire situation, they sold their shares happily.

"Your father has full confidence in the future development prospects of Huawen Group. I just don't know whether those shareholders will forgive your father if Huawen Group becomes stronger in the future." Xie Zong said predictably.

"Now they are selling their shares voluntarily. When the Huawen Group becomes prosperous again, it will not be surprising that they will think psychologically that they sold their shares against their will when they look back on this day."

Jiang Qianxun was chatting with Xie Zong absentmindedly.

The admiring gaze turned to Ms. Jian Shulin at the next table.

She has been fascinated by buildings since she was a child, from the time she was a few years old, walking on the street.

When I am bored, I can sit on the steps under a building in the city center, hold my face in my hands, look up at the buildings and study them for a long time.

The drawings on the paper in the schoolbag are not rainbows, suns, or crowns, but dad, mom, and her, the kind of warm family that children like to draw.

I drew all kinds of strange buildings on paper.

Jiang Qianxun knew the name Jian Shulin when she was in the sixth grade of elementary school. This design master is famous for his extremely simple design style.

She once designed the tallest masterpiece in the Western Hemisphere, which was neat, clean, elegant and unique. At first glance, it would make people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel extremely comfortable and it would shock their souls!

After the appetizers were served, Xie Zong finished chatting with her about business and turned the conversation to personal topics.

"I'm a lawyer, so I naturally know a lot of the bosses' secrets, including that the baby in Miss Jiang's belly is not Mr. Qin's."

Xie Zong was also thinking about how to say it without offending anyone: "But Miss Jiang, you can rest assured that I am a professional lawyer who is good at keeping my mouth shut and will not reveal any of your secrets."

Jiang Qianxun looked at the other person. The topic of the baby in her belly was brought up unexpectedly. As the person involved, she felt a little uncomfortable.

She said nothing, picked up her knife and fork, and began to eat slowly.

Xie Zong looked at the smooth and flawless face of the woman opposite him for a long time, then started the topic again: "Excuse me for being so presumptuous again, Miss Jiang is still too young, and has only met a few people. You don't know how serious psychological problems a child will suffer from if he lacks fatherly love after he is born, but I have seen a lot of it."

Jiang Qianxun paused her meal and raised her almond-shaped eyes: "What is Lawyer Xie's suggestion?"

Xie Zong also stopped eating, looked into the girl's innocent eyes, and said sincerely: "Love, family affection, and friendship are all the same. If there is a crack, don't try to repair it. Even if it is repaired, it will only appear to be healed. The next crack will only be more difficult to repair, and the repaired marks will become ugly."

Jiang Qianxun wiped the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

"But there is nothing in this world that cannot be overcome, it's just that time is not long enough. Only when there are new people can we forget the old ones, especially if the new ones are good enough, the old ones will be forgotten faster."

After he said this, he observed the girl's reaction.

Jiang Qianxun paused and asked tentatively: "I don't know yet...Lawyer Xie, are you single?"

Xie Zong looked at the shy girl opposite him and smiled immediately: "Although I am 37 years old this year, I am still single. I have met many people of the opposite sex, but after getting to know them, I found that none of them was my true love. I like to give people a sense of security and I like to protect people."

He looked into Jiang Qianxun's eyes and added sincerely, "Ms. Jiang is really cute."

Jiang Qianxun, who was speechless and had no idea what was adorable about herself, lowered her eyes and smiled.

She felt disgusted in her heart, thinking that not all mature men were as relaxed and talkative as Xing Mingyu.

The foie gras in front of her was too greasy for her to eat.

Xing Mingyu's deep dark eyes had been staring at Jiang Qianxun since she entered the restaurant until she sat at the next table.

From his angle, he could directly see the male lawyer sitting at the next table diagonally opposite.

Hearing these words from a 37-year-old man to a 20-year-old girl, a hint of disgust flashed in Xing Mingyu's eyes.

Jian Shulin took out her phone to reply to an email, and then said, "We have decided how the two children will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Xing Mingyu nodded and said, "I won't see you off."

Jian Shulin left the restaurant carrying the beige handbag in her hand.

Jiang Qianxun followed the elegant middle-aged woman with a gentle gaze for a long time, until Jian Shulin left the restaurant and drove away.

It’s a huge French restaurant and there are quite a few people dining there during this time period.

The overall atmosphere is very quiet.

After Jiang Qianxun watched the architectural design master leave, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the man next door was sitting there alone, with no intention of leaving.

Xing Mingyu was wearing a black shirt and black pants, without a tie, and he unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt collar.

He poured the bottle of brandy on the table, which had never been touched, into a glass, picked it up, and swallowed it down his throat with his Adam's apple sliding back and forth.

Jian Shulin left, but this greasy male lawyer kept flirting with her, treating her as a young girl who was naive but had some money.

Jiang Qianxun suddenly felt bored. It was no wonder that she hated socializing, because often after getting to know a person, she felt as disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly.

A short lunch can reveal a person’s true character.

She put her cell phone into her bag and was about to get up when the man at the next table stood up. The familiar, cool breath completely enveloped her.