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

"Is something wrong?"

Didn’t she and Zhao Xi’s “deep friendship” drama end?

What else does this person want from her?

Qin Chuan's tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't think too much. I'm just looking for you for official business."

"Business? The design draft has been finalized at the meeting yesterday. What can I do now?" She turned on the speaker and continued to worry about the dishes for tonight's midnight snack.

"How come you are not involved? Mr. Jiang said that the government has finally approved it, and several of us contractors are discussing a field trip to Huai County tomorrow. And you, on the other hand, asked for leave without any reason."

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Zhaoming and others were discussing the project in a low voice. Not wanting to disturb others, Qin Chuan walked out of the meeting room with his phone and looked at the dark clouds in the city sky.

Qin Chuan said again: "What can happen to you? It's not a miscarriage."

Speaking of children, Jiang Qianxun suddenly felt that the seafood beef noodles she had just prepared were not tasty anymore.

"none of your business!"

"How come it's none of my business? The child should call me dad after he's born."

If he hadn't married Zhao Xi by then.

Jiang Qianxun: "Does Zhao Xi know that you want to be a father so much?"

When mentioning Zhao Xi, Qin Chuan's mind reappeared the scene of him escaping to the Xing Group.

At that time, he was drinking with Ling Yue and Xu Li in the club, using the excuse that he was a little annoyed.

Ling Yue and Xu Li knew his background and thought that he was doing it because of Zhao Xi. Seeing that it was useless to persuade him, Ling Yue took out his mobile phone and found Zhao Xi's number.

Thinking of the twenty or so voice messages Zhao Xi had sent today because the phone was muted due to the meeting, he raised his hand to press down Ling Yue's phone and hung up the call.

"Don't call! I'm just annoyed by work. Don't make her worry."

Ling Yue was full of disbelief. He rested one hand on the bar and rubbed his temple with his index finger: "The stock market is stable, and you are still the rich young master Qin. What kind of job is worth three drinks in a row?"

He poured the remaining cocktail in the glass down his throat and suppressed the image of the petite figure in his mind who was giving a serious presentation on the PPT.

"Can't you please do something serious for my grandfather in heaven?"

As if to confirm what he said, Jiang Zhaoming sent a congratulatory telegram and Huai County approved it.

"Okay! But your sweetheart is coming over." Ling Yue handed over his cell phone.

The feeling of being bombarded on WeChat came again. He put down his glass and stood up: "There is new progress in the project. I really can't leave. Please tell her for me later. Tonight's drinks will be charged to my account."

Because of Zhao Xi, he couldn't stay at home, and was criticized by his ex-girlfriend when he went to work. It would be strange if he could say anything nice.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so upset since he finally got the white moonlight he had been thinking about for many years. So, what happened to him? He himself wanted to figure it out.

The words that followed also confused him: "...Anyway, the child has to call me dad after he's born."

"You're sick!" Jiang Qianxun murmured. Not wanting to listen to his nonsense, she hung up the phone.

Instead of listening to nonsense, it is better to feed the baby in your belly.

She hung up the phone and continued looking for something to eat. Suddenly, a faint aroma of food wafted through the air.

She looked up and found that the man who had just left the living room had come back and placed a food box on the table in front of him.

As if sensing her gaze, he took the lunch box into the bedroom, placed it on her bedside table, and opened them one by one.

"Xingbao and Jingbao heard that you were sick, so they asked their grandmother to order some confinement meals to be sent over."

Confinement meal?

Jiang Qianxun was shocked.

"Thanks……"

Jiang Qianxun took a look and saw that the lunch box was indeed printed with the logo of a famous maternity center in the city. She also inquired about the relevant packages, but they were expensive.

She thought he was angry and ran away.

Wait, why did she feel like "Luckily he didn't run away"?

Jiang Qianxun! You are crazy!

Jiang Qianxun suppressed the ridiculous thoughts in her mind and just as she reached out to take the spoon, she saw Xing Mingyu's phone ringing.

She was close enough to see the words "Qinchuan" jumping on it.

Her eyes darkened, and she took the soup bowl and drank the pork tripe and chicken soup with a spoon.

Xing Mingyu also looked at the name that was frequently jumping on the screen, and the words he heard when he went downstairs to get the lunch box just now flashed through his mind.

Somehow, for the first time, he felt that his good brother's name was a bit annoying.

"Achuan." He answered the phone, his tone unchanged: "I was busy when you called me last time, and I was just about to call you today. I have something to discuss."

"You speak first."

Xing Mingyu said, "The Huai County project has been approved. The government attaches great importance to it. I will follow up the whole process. It is best for each contractor to send experienced people. Let Uncle Qin go to Qin's place."

Qin Chuan said, "No need. My mother has been scolding me for being love-brained recently and wants me to get out of here. Huai County is a good place to go. It's a good opportunity for her to see my strength."

"Okay." Xing Mingyu didn't say anything more. He hooked a chair with his long legs and sat down. There seemed to be a hint of irony on the corner of his mouth: "I look forward to your performance."

"What else do you want?"

"What a coincidence. I was also talking about Huai County. The government attaches great importance to this project. Director An, whom you hired back at a high salary, took leave for no reason and dragged down the team. You really should take care of her."

Xing Mingyu raised his eyes to look at the girl who had finished her soup and was now eating the steamed pork ribs with relish, his thin lips slightly curved.

"My people are so disobedient? I should take better care of them."

It was late at night and the apartment was already quiet. Even without turning on the speakerphone, one could hear the other person talking. When Qin Chuan got proud, it was almost like he was shouting through a loud speaker.

"Then ask her to come back for the meeting tomorrow. Mr. Jiang and I are waiting."

"No rush. I won't be free until seven days later, so just come back for the meeting then."

"Puchi..." Jiang Qianxun couldn't help but choked by the pork ribs juice.

Qin Chuan obviously heard it: "Seven days later? What's going on? It's rare for a workaholic to put down his work for seven days. Going on a date with someone? Huang Xiaoxiao?"

"To accompany a friend."

"A female friend named Huang? I understand. I'll contact you then."

After saying that, Qin Chuan hung up the phone.

The apartment suddenly became quiet and both of their breathing could be heard clearly.

In the end, it was Jiang Qianxun who broke the silence first.

"Thank you."

Thank him for asking for leave for her.

"Hmm." Putting away his phone, Xing Mingyu hummed, his handsome and mature face lowered, his fingers sliding across the screen, no longer looking at her.

Feeling the sudden low pressure, Jiang Qianxun wanted to say a few more words, but finally shut up and finished his food obediently.

She had just put down her chopsticks when Xing Mingyu came over to clean up.

Before leaving, he took out a piece of paper and bent down to wipe the oily lips for her.

Jiang Qianxun raised her eyes, staring blankly at the man who cast a huge shadow over her. Just as a slight throbbing passed through her heart, he withdrew his hand and went to the kitchen with the empty lunch box.

Somehow, the three words "quarrel" flashed through Jiang Qianxun's mind.

It's similar to the quarrel between husband and wife.

A couple had a quarrel and ignored each other, but they still lived in the same room, ate and slept together.

The difference is, they are not a real couple.

Sure enough, after the man in the kitchen washed the dishes, he never spoke to her again. He kept handling business in the living room with his mobile phone. It was almost twelve o'clock when he came in, carried the quilt and walked to the living room.

"Go to bed early. Call me in the living room if you need anything."

Jiang Qianxun has never been the kind of person who would waste time on internal affairs, so in this case, she won't be polite.

"Wait a moment."