When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

An Xiaoyue was on edge, thinking that Fu Shengyang was about to do something unspeakable to her.

Startled, she pulled the blanket tighter around herself and turned to threaten him, "I...I'm pregnant!"

Fu Shengyang was visibly taken aback. Did he look like a man with such a thirst for sex?!

If it weren't for the traditional Chinese medicine he took that night, he wouldn't have randomly chosen this little girl as the antidote!

But looking at the petite woman under the covers, he simply explained, "You're too far away, the middle of the blanket is empty, your back will get cold."

An Xiaoyue felt her face suddenly heat up; how embarrassing!

She silently moved to the middle of the bed and pressed the blanket between them firmly with her hand.

Her previous non-stop work schedule meant she had never had a proper night's sleep.

It was rare for her to have time to go to bed so early. Accompanied by the white noise of water flowing in through the window, An Xiaoyue fell asleep in no time.

Fu Shengyang, standing behind him, noted that his overtime work had forced employees to work overtime as a result. He believed that this matter should be resolved amicably and that overtime work should be strongly opposed.

Business is an activity that benefits both oneself and others; Changfeng Group's corporate culture should not be tarnished by formalism.

By the end of the year, he should be starting his inspection tour.

After arranging his work, Fu Shengyang quickly fell asleep.

In the silent space, time flows on.

As dawn broke, An Xiaoyue, having had a good night's sleep, slowly opened her eyes.

She hadn't slept so comfortably in a very long time, and she was in a very good mood.

Perhaps because there was a man sleeping next to her, her hands and feet, which had always been cold, were unusually warm.

Fu Shengyang was still asleep behind him, his breathing shallow and even.

An Xiaoyue stretched her numb hands under the covers and looked out the window.

The room has windows on two sides, and Fu Shengyang's window faces the stream in front of the door.

Looking out of her window, she saw rolling hills that looked like giants lying on the ground.

At that moment, a semi-circular golden light appeared behind the mountain, and the sun slowly rose.

She couldn't describe the beauty and awe-inspiring power of the sunrise.

I just lay in bed, watching a fiery red sun disappear into the window frame.

The morning light was like dawn, and the thin mist dissipated.

Light and shadow fell into the room, and the dust motes stirred.

This was her first sunrise, a sign of a good mood for the day.

Even though she had to attend a yoga class in the morning, An Xiaoyue was in a good mood.

There was movement behind him.

Fu Shengyang woke up, and An Xiaoyue immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

When you close your eyes, your senses become especially sensitive.

She knew exactly where Fu Shengyang was going.

Fu Shengyang went to wash up first, then came back to the bedside to change his clothes. He put his pajamas on the bench at the foot of the bed and then left the room.

Only after the door closed did An Xiaoyue open her eyes, relax her body, and let out a long breath.

Call ~

Fu Shengyang always exuded an aura of authority that emanated from within, and she always wanted to avoid him at all costs; not having any contact with him was the best option.

Contrary to her wishes, after fussing upstairs for a while, she came downstairs to find Fu Shengyang still having breakfast in the restaurant.

She stood at the top of the stairs, hesitating whether to go for a walk or find a corner to sit in and avoid Fu Shengyang.

"Young Madam," Cui Ma called to her, "your breakfast will be ready soon, please wait at the table."

"Oh, okay." An Xiaoyue forced herself to sit down on the other side of the round table, keeping a distance from Fu Shengyang.

Fortunately, Fu Shengyang was looking at the phone lying flat on the table. She looked up at the kitchen to find a place for her eyes to rest.

Aunt Cui brought over breakfast. "Young Madam, I made a small portion. You'll have a snack after your yoga class. This is folic acid, which you need to supplement during pregnancy."

"Okay," she replied, then lowered her head and ate slowly, stalling for time.

"Master, Madam."

An Xiaoyue didn't need to turn around to know that the voice belonged to the yoga instructor, Meili.

"Mm." Fu Shengyang replied, wiped his mouth, and got up to leave.

An Xiaoyue has never been athletic, and she also dislikes yoga classes.

She was bad at sports from a young age, and her limbs were uncoordinated and she was tone-deaf.

Wearing loose sportswear, she struggled to follow along with the beautiful teacher's movements.

There was absolutely no time or attention to appreciate the comfort of practicing yoga by the stream or surrounded by greenery.

The entire yoga class was a disaster.

The beautiful teacher was extremely busy, having to demonstrate, adjust movements, and constantly watch over her to prevent her from falling or twisting her ankle.

Based on what the beautiful teacher said about how prenatal yoga helps fetal development and relieves pregnancy discomfort, and because the teacher was so gentle and patient, she decided to practice yoga diligently.

"Hmm, her figure is not bad, but her looks..." a judgmental voice came over, "She does have a cute appearance though."

An Xiaoyue felt very uncomfortable with the newcomer's gaze and tone. She did not answer, but returned the same gaze, sizing up the person in front of her.

The visitor is well-preserved and looks to be in his forties.

Her long hair, parted in a 6:4 ratio, was tied up at the back of her head, and her eyebrows and eyes bore a resemblance to Grandpa Fu.

Wear a simple, appropriate, but expensive-looking suit.

Seeing that the young mistress remained silent, Aunt Cui stepped forward to introduce her, "Miss Wan Tang, this is the young master's new wife, An Xiaoyue."

"Hmph~ Father is really getting old. How dare you, a mere servant, be so insolent in front of me? I think Father's eyesight is failing and his mind is no longer clear."

Aunt Cui said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I was arranged by the young master to take care of the young mistress, and this was also approved by Uncle Fu and the old master."

Feeling challenged, Fu Wantang gritted her teeth and said, "What? Just because I'm married doesn't mean I can't deal with you anymore?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, as if to hit Aunt Cui.

"Good luck!"

An Xiaoyue cried out, and Shang Qi rushed forward to grab the slap that was about to land on Cui Ma's face.

After Shang Qi released her, he immediately bowed his head and apologized, "Miss Wan Tang, I'm sorry. We were just following the orders of the young master and the old master to protect the young mistress."

"Hmph!" Fu Wantang snorted coldly, glancing at An Xiaoyue with disdain, silently marking this as a mistake on An Xiaoyue's part.

My dad called me last night and asked me to come over today.

She only realized when she arrived that she was to take Fu Shengyang's wife out to buy some trendy clothes.

The girl in front of me looks well-behaved, but she's too plain and uninteresting.

Short hair and a thin, frail appearance are most likely to arouse a man's protective instincts.

She and that slut Leng Jiaren have the same devilish charm.

The thought of Leng Jiaren filled Fu Wantang with a sense of pride.

"Alright, as your aunt, I won't hold it against you. Your grandfather asked me to come back and buy you some clothes. Let's go."

Aunt? Fu Shengyang's aunt.

An Xiaoyue chuckled inwardly. This elder really knew how to gloss over the truth and save face.

"I have class later, I don't have time."

“You represent the Fu family when you go out, so at least wear some decent clothes. Don’t let people mistake you for a beggar and embarrass us.”

An Xiaoyue had understood the principle of "clothes make the man" since she was a child. The person in front of her was telling the truth, so she no longer refused.

"Okay, I'll change my clothes and go with you."

Fu Wantang smiled, pleased with her success, "Then you'd better hurry up."

Fu Shengyang's wife is truly a wonderful person. Life hasn't been this interesting in a long time since Leng Jiaren disappeared.