After reading my heart, Mr. Fu doesn't even want Bai Yueguang anymore

Coming out of the charity banquet hall, Lin Yumeng stroked her belly, which hadn't shown any signs of pregnancy yet, looked at him pitifully, and called out softly, "Husband~"

The word "husband" made Fu Beichen's scalp tingle and his whole body tremble.

He lowered his head, his eyes like two blazing flames, fixed tightly on her slightly trembling eyes. Hot breath rushed out from his nose and quickly dissipated in the cold night air.

His originally calm and resolute heart began to beat wildly and uncontrollably at this moment, like a beast trapped in a cage, desperately trying to break free.

Obviously, they had done all kinds of intimate things, but when he heard her calling him husband in a coquettish tone, he still couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart.

That feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it was a brand new experience every time, making him immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

Although she was eager to do it, she had to clear her mind now. After all, the time, place and people did not allow it, and the baby in her belly was not even three months old.

He sighed softly, raised his hand to stroke her smooth, delicate and fair cheek, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Lin Yumeng pouted, looked at him with her big, pure and innocent eyes, and nodded slightly.

She seldom ate midnight snacks before, but recently she couldn't resist her cravings and felt hungry at night.

She could tolerate it before because she went to bed early, but now she just wants to have a good meal, otherwise she really can’t sleep.

Fu Beichen raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was only half past ten, and the real nightlife had just begun.

He raised his hand and gently scratched her small, round nose, then said lovingly, "Little greedy cat, let's go have a feast now."

After getting in the car, he directly instructed Peng Liang to drive the car to the nearest five-star hotel.

In order to let Lin Yumeng eat delicious and hot food as soon as possible, he called the hotel manager in advance, ordered a few of Lin Yumeng's favorite dishes, and added two signature dishes.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Beichen put his arm around her shoulders and let her lean her head on him.

"Honey, we still have 20 minutes to go. Close your eyes and rest for a while. I'll call you when we get there."

Lin Yumeng nodded, yawned, and slowly closed her eyes.

Because of her pregnancy, she has been more sleepy recently. She can fall asleep anytime and anywhere as long as she wants to.

Fortunately, my mental state is generally good, I eat and drink as usual, and I don’t have any severe morning sickness.

Fu Beichen lowered his head and gazed at the person in his arms affectionately. He saw her thick and long eyelashes like small fans quietly covering her closed eyes. Her fair and tender face exuded a quiet and gentle atmosphere, which made his aura unconsciously become restrained and gentle.

Peng Liang saw this scene through the rearview mirror in the car. He was very envious, but his eyes revealed a deep sadness.

He had been married to his first love, and they were very happy and had overcome the seven-year itch.

However, fate always likes to play tricks on people. In the eighth year, Peng Liang suffered the heaviest blow in his life - he was ruthlessly abandoned by his beloved wife, along with their child who was less than five years old.

Peng Liang is now a single father, raising his second-grade child alone.

Fortunately, the child is very sensible, which makes him very relieved.

Soon the car stopped in front of the five-star hotel. Fu Beichen was going to wake her up gently, but she opened her sleepy eyes as if by telepathy and looked out of the car.

"Honey, are we there yet?" Because she had just woken up, her voice was soft and very comfortable to hear.

Fu Beichen smiled and nodded in response, then got out of the car, walked around half a circle to the door, and personally reached out to lead her down.

Lin Yumeng placed her hand gently on his palm, bent down and walked out.

Fu Beichen held her hand tightly and walked towards the box with ease.

Lin Yumeng followed him without saying a word, wondering whether to eat the crispy roast pigeon or the garlic lobster first.

Just as they were about to reach their box, they unexpectedly ran into a few familiar people.

An Shaorong didn't expect that he and Liu Siqi would meet An Bowen on a date after watching a movie.

What he couldn't accept was that An Bowen was now affectionately hugging an old woman who was older than him and whose wrinkles on her face could kill a fly.

A friend once told him that his father was kept by a rich widow, and he scolded that friend and even wanted to break up with him.

Unexpectedly, I ran into it today!

Even though it was An Bowen who betrayed the marriage and had an affair first, An Shaorong would occasionally call him to say hello out of consideration for the blood relationship.

What he didn't expect was that the father who made him proud and cared about his family not only had a mistress outside, but even after the divorce, he hooked up with a widow who was older than his grandmother.

At this moment, he felt a nauseous discomfort in his stomach.

An Jia is a well-known figure after all, and as a man with all his limbs, why doesn't he do something else but become a gigolo!

"Shao Rong."

An Bowen forced a smile and called his name with forced composure.

An Shaorong did not answer, but just stared at him blankly, his eyes cold and sharp, full of disgust and nausea, as if he had seen the filthiest thing in the world.

"An Bowen, I didn't expect you to be so self-degrading!"

When An Bowen heard An Shaorong start accusing and exposing his shortcomings, his face instantly became extremely ugly.

He had thought of saying hello since he had met him, but he didn't expect An Shaorong to be so ungrateful.

He frowned and sternly taught An Shaorong, "An Shaorong, I am your father! How dare you call me your son by name like that?"

Although An Bowen has no special ability, he still wants to save face. After all, losing face for himself and his son not giving him face are two different things.

He was willing to rely on the rich woman to support himself, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, it was also considered self-reliance.

Besides, the sponsor is right beside her. She likes his masculinity the most, and he cannot let her down.

Seeing An Bowen straighten his back and scold him angrily, An Shaorong snorted coldly, and his eyes changed from initial shock and disgust to indifference.

"An Bowen, are you worthy of being a father? If you can find a good woman to live with, then I can respect you a little. At least you are willing to take responsibility."

He raised his eyes and glanced at An Bowen and the old widow beside him, his face full of ridicule and disdain.

"They say people laugh at the poor but not at prostitutes, and you really follow through with it. If you have money, you go to prostitutes, and if you don't have money, you get prostituted. It's really not a waste at all."

Hearing this, Lin Yumeng, who was standing not far away, almost laughed out loud.

He thought to himself, "This An Shaorong is quite capable!"

Fu Beichen originally wanted to remind her to eat if she was hungry, but seeing that she was watching with such gusto, he couldn't bear to disturb her, so he accompanied her to watch this farce.

An Bowen was furious at this point, his chest heaving violently as if it would explode at any moment. His face flushed crimson, his face filled with uncontrollable anger.

He raised his finger and pointed at An Shaorong, saying sternly, "What kind of good person do you think you are? It's true that I've relied on your mother all these years. But without our An family's foundation, how could you have the life you have now?"

"You and your mother are both ungrateful. You're living a wealthy life with our An family's assets, and you still have the nerve to blame me? An Shaorong, compared to your brother, you're a waste."

An Bowen righteously accused An Shaorong, and his arrogant and proud attitude even amused Lin Yumeng.

She leaned closer to Fu Beichen and lowered her voice, "Hubby, this An Bowen looks useless, but I didn't expect him to be so polite when scolding people. It seems that studying is still useful. Even if he can't accomplish anything great, at least his cultural accomplishment has improved."

When Fu Beichen heard her words, he tried to hold back his laughter and looked very painful.

Was she praising him or insulting him? And could what An Bowen did be considered cultured?

He said he disagreed!

He was not the only one who disagreed, An Shaorong was also there.

An Shaorong never cared about the company's affairs, but he knew that if it weren't for his mother, An's Company would have gone bankrupt long ago, and he would never have had the money to support a mistress.

Not only does he not reflect on himself and repent, he even wants to turn the tables. He is really a dog that can't change its nature.

He changed his previous nonchalant image, straightened his chest, and looked at An Bowen with a serious expression.

"Ask yourself, if Grandpa had handed the An family over to you, the An family would have gone bankrupt long ago. Without my mother, could you have lived a good life for so many years? Even if you didn't become a beggar, you wouldn't have had the money to support a mistress."

Thinking of the disgusting things Shen Bingbing and he had done, An Shaorong was so angry that he wanted to rush forward and punch him twice.

His eyes widened in anger as he growled in a low voice, "As a father and a husband, you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities, and you still have the nerve to blame my mother!"

"Yes, I am useless, but no matter how useless I am, I will not be greedy for more, and I will not be ungrateful!"

At this point, he raised his finger and pointed at An Bowen, saying word by word: "An Bowen, the real termite of the An family, the real ungrateful wolf, is you!"

An Shaorong's passionate rebuttal made Lin Yumeng have a different opinion of him, and even Fu Beichen looked at him with a hint of approval.

He is worthy of being the child taught by Mr. Yuan. Although he looks carefree, he actually sees everything clearly in his mind.

The widow beside An Bowen saw that he was blushing and his face turned black. She frowned and looked unhappy.

She shrilly said, "Bowen, is this the good son your ex-wife raised? Talking back to his biological father in public is truly uncultured."

Lin Yumeng's mouth twitched. "When I meet someone like this who takes advantage of his age and acts inappropriately, I'll just hit her twice and she'll be quiet."

Hearing her thoughts, Fu Beichen's eyes were full of smiles.

My wife is so cute!