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Under the dark blue night sky, on the second floor of the Waterside Pavilion.

An Xiaoyue stood in front of the full-length mirror, pressed a pump of oil to prevent stretch marks, warmed it in her palms, and then applied it to her abdomen.

The person in the mirror has fair and delicate skin, as if they had just taken a hot shower, and their skin has a faint pinkish hue.

After making sure that every inch of her abdomen was covered with the lotion, An Xiaoyue began to apply moisturizing body lotion.

This winter, probably because of her pregnancy, her skin became very dry, especially her limbs. If she didn't apply body lotion, her skin would start to flake.

At the dinner table, Grandpa Fu said that the Leng family's daughter was named Leng Jiaren.

A thought flashed through her mind: could her mother be Leng Jiaren?

It's no wonder she overthinks things; her mother is so different from people who grew up in ordinary families in that era.

My mother can play chess, dance, play the piano, play the violin, and even ride horses and play tennis.

She remembered her mother's ID number; she was born in Jincheng City.

But from the time she can remember, her only relative was her mother; she had no maternal grandparents, uncles, or aunts.

The people my mother knew at Jincheng were either her school colleagues or the parents of her students.

The only people she was relatively close to were Zhong Lingxi's parents, Teacher Zhou and Teacher Zhong.

During holidays, Zhong Lingxi would go back to her hometown of Yuecheng with her parents to visit relatives.

But she and her mother didn't.

During holidays, her mother would take her all over the country to travel, see the scenery, eat delicious food, visit attractions, visit museums, and experience all sorts of fun things.

I didn't realize it before, but after marrying Fu Shengyang, I met Fu Wantang and Ruan Jingyi, and I could tell from their clothes and appearance that they had a comfortable life.

In contrast, the mother is the same.

In my memory, my mother always dressed appropriately and wore light makeup all year round.

She would paint her toenails with pretty nail polish on nice summer evenings.

She would also wear a beautiful dress and perform a solo on stage when the school organized activities for faculty and staff.

My mother's every move is natural and pleasing to the eye; she speaks softly and calmly when dealing with people.

Even when facing the most mischievous student in the class, she would reason with them and appeal to their emotions, patiently explaining the pros and cons.

Without the upbringing of knowledgeable and reasonable parents and without sufficient love, a woman cannot grow into such a gentle person.

The more An Xiaoyue thought about it, the more suspicious her mother's background seemed.

After finishing his work in the study, Fu Shengyang returned to his room to wash up and rest, only to find An Xiaoyue in the bathroom.

"An Xiaoyue."

"An Xiaoyue!"

He called out twice, but no one answered.

Dr. Zhang had instructed her not to stay in enclosed spaces for too long.

The high humidity and stuffy air during a shower, combined with the way you wash your hair, can easily make you faint.

Fu Shengyang panicked at the thought that An Xiaoyue might faint and immediately pushed open the bathroom door.

The scene before him, however, left him stunned.

Under the white light of the bathroom, the slender and graceful An Xiaoyue stood there, her legs were straight and well-proportioned, her abdomen was slightly protruding, and her arms were raised in front of her.

Her skin shimmered with a thin sheen, her short, half-dry hair framing her wet eyes as she looked at him.

At that moment, she was as pure as an angel in a church mural.

A certain spot in the chest cavity is gently tugged, almost imperceptibly.

Fu Shengyang immediately took a step back. "Sorry, I thought you had fainted."

After explaining, he hurriedly slammed the door shut.

The cold wind disappeared, and An Xiaoyue stared blankly at the closed door.

The pleasant music was still playing in her ears as she continued applying body lotion to her arms.

Blow-drying her hair and applying body lotion always take a long time, so An Xiaoyue usually wears Bluetooth headphones to listen to music to relax.

If she hadn't felt a gust of cold wind, she wouldn't have known the bathroom door had been opened.

How long did Fu Shengyang stand there watching? She didn't know.

She looked up at the mirror in front of her; her figure shouldn't be too bad.

Ah ah ah~

An Xiaoyue realized what she was thinking and shook her head to get the absurd idea out of her head.

Why would she care about Fu Shengyang's opinion on her figure?

This person must be mentally ill to have such absurd thoughts.

An Xiaoyue pretended nothing had happened, left the bathroom, headed towards the bed, and pulled the blanket over her face.

Remembering that she still had Bluetooth earphones in her ears, she took them out and placed them on the bedside table.

A soft "click" sound echoed in the quiet room.

Fu Shengyang looked up and saw her slender white arm tucked back into the blanket, with her white Bluetooth earphones lying there.

He then realized why An Xiaoyue hadn't answered him earlier.

It turned out she was wearing headphones.

Hot water sprayed from the top of the rain curtain fell onto the ground along the clearly defined muscles of the body.

Fu Shengyang looked through the shower stall glass at the bottles and jars on the sink; she had just been standing there...

His throat was dry and itchy, and as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

The fragrance of camellias filled the enclosed space; the camellia, as pure and holy as she is...

The blood in my body boils and converges in one place.

Fu Shengyang cursed himself inwardly for being so pathetic, and turned down the water temperature with one hand.

Before Fu Shengyang came out, An Xiaoyue tucked all her blankets under her body.

She was sleepy and didn't care whether Fu Shengyang came out or not. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

On a cold winter morning, her morning yoga class was moved indoors.

Cui's mother specially cleared out a space for her in the gym on the first floor, where she could put the yoga equipment and Pilates equipment.

She was wearing yoga clothes and practicing with the help of a beautiful instructor when Fu Shengyang came in carrying a water bottle and a towel.

Their eyes met in the air, and An Xiaoyue inexplicably thought of the scene last night when the man saw her naked.

Boom! My face started burning again.

The beautiful coach greeted Fu Shengyang with, "Good morning, young master."

Fu Shengyang nodded slightly and went to turn on the treadmill.

At the gym, the couple acted like strangers.

A person is sweating profusely on a treadmill, trying to release the excess energy that has been unleashed.

One person is on a Pilates machine, listening to the beautiful instructor's commands, and grimacing as they complete the movements.

The two were as strangers as if nothing had happened last night.

She has classes this morning, so she needs to hurry up and get ready.

Last night, Fu Shengyang said he would teach Dr. Zhang's class, which made her happy, as she could spend her time preparing for her final exams and the interview for her internship at Zhongkangtang.

After exercising and taking a shower, she came out of the bathroom.

Fu Shengyang stopped him, saying, "From now on, someone will have to watch you when you take a shower."

"Although I have fulfilled my duties as a wife, I...you..."

An Xiaoyue was so ashamed and indignant that her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to describe how shameless and brazen his request was.

Finally, she angrily warned, "You can't watch me take a shower."

Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow; she thought he was a lecherous scoundrel!

He sneered, "Why can't I look?"

An Xiaoyue looked at the handsome face so close to hers, with fair skin, red lips, and a full shape.

I really want to give you a kiss!

"Hmm?" The low voice was seductive.

An Xiaoyue rolled her eyes and looked away, whispering, "I'll be shy."

"I see." Fu Shengyang said seriously, stroking his chin and thinking for a moment. "Then I won't look at you. I'll just stand guard at the door, okay?"

"it is good."

Fu Shengyang's gaze fell on her round earlobes, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and he decided not to tease her anymore.

"Let's go have breakfast."

An Xiaoyue disappeared through the doorway as if fleeing, with Fu Shengyang behind her like a man-eating wolf.

After finishing their breakfast, the two left Fu Garden one after the other.

Not long after their car left, the gates of Fu Garden opened again, and a black Audi A6 drove into Fu Garden.

Fu Wantang and Jiang Mianzhi got out of the car one after the other, carrying their things towards Songtao Garden.

Fu Jinyun doesn't go to work and doesn't have the habit of exercising in the morning.

He was always busy with work when he was young, and in his old age he helped Fu Shengyang secure his position as president of Changfeng.

Now that he's this age, he sleeps until he naturally wakes up every day.

After breakfast, he would, as always, drink tea in the octagonal pavilion, play with the birds, and feed the fish, enjoying a leisurely life.

He scattered some fish food, and the fish swarmed over with their mouths wide open.

Fu Jinyun watched with amusement, "You guys are certainly making quite a scene."

"But it's okay, Xiaoyue is pregnant, so next winter I'll have a chattering little baby to keep me company."

“Dad.” Fu Wantang didn’t see Fu Jinyun in the house. Uncle Fu said that the old master was feeding the fish, so she brought Jiang Mianzhi over.