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

She has to go to the hospital to be with her mother at noon, has a part-time job in the afternoon, and has an elective lab class to attend in the evening, so she needs to find out the details first.

When Qiao Xun saw her pondering, he was surprised to find that her expression was exactly the same as when the president asked about the schedule.

"1. Go with the president to meet Mr. Fu, who is the president's grandfather; 2. Move to Fu Garden and live with the president."

Living together? An Xiaoyue couldn't accept that.

But once you're married, you should live together.

She's pregnant, how could that man do anything beastly?

Besides, she's busy with classes, part-time jobs, and taking care of her mother every day, so she only goes home to sleep. We basically don't see each other, so it's not a big problem.

"Is your car convenient? I'll load the luggage now."

Qiao Xun's eyes widened. "No need to be in such a hurry." Isn't that a bit too impatient?

An Xiaoyue knew that Qiao Xun had misunderstood. "I have to go to the hospital to accompany my mother at noon, I have a part-time job in the afternoon, and I have classes in the evening, so I only have time to move now."

Qiao Xun blurted out the word "I understand".

After he finished speaking, Qiao Xun realized that he was not facing the CEO.

An Xiaoyue didn't have much luggage; it was all packed in one suitcase.

Qiao Xun, mindful that she was pregnant, offered to help carry it to the trunk.

The old woman wasn't home, so An Xiaoyue gritted her teeth and gave her a little more money, making it a round number. She then hid the week's room fee in the doorway where the old woman hid the key.

I'll come back and talk to the old lady face to face when I have time.

In the car, An Xiaoyue placed her hand on her abdomen.

The ventriloquist said, "Little baby, don't go. I'm your mommy, and you'll be my baby from now on."

"Don't listen to what I said before. I'm really looking forward to your arrival."

In the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau, people getting married and divorced are all waiting for their numbers to be called.

Qiao Xun led An Xiaoyue directly into the bureau chief's office, exchanged a few words with the people inside, and then left again.

The director smiled and handed her forms and templates, instructing her to fill in her personal information accordingly.

At exactly 11 o'clock, Qiao Xun brought a man in.

An Xiaoyue remembers the biological father of the child in her womb.

Compared to his disheveled state that night, he was in high spirits today, impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding an air of nobility.

As soon as the man appeared, the bureau chief and another employee immediately stood up, placed their hands respectfully in front of them, and greeted him, "Mr. Fu."

This scene reminded An Xiaoyue of her time as a waitress, greeting guests.

The customer is king, even the bureau chief has to be treated with deference; it seems that men's social status is not low.

The man's features are well-defined and three-dimensional, with prominent brow bones that make his eyes appear deep-set, and a sharp jawline that gives him a cold and dignified look.

An Xiaoyue felt her breath catch in her throat as he stared at her, and instinctively lowered her eyes to look at the grout lines on the floor tiles.

The bureau chief asked her to take a picture, so she sat down next to the man and took the picture.

The bureau chief pointed to a spot and asked her to put her fingerprint on it, so she pressed the inkpad down and left her fingerprint.

The director's office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Sitting next to a man with a powerful aura, An Xiaoyue looked down and picked at the small blister on her thumb.

Until the red marriage certificate came into her peripheral vision, she picked up the one in front of her, didn't even look at it, and stuffed it directly into her shoulder bag.

For her, this wasn't a marriage; it was a guarantee for her mother's survival, and she had to protect it.

The chair next to me scraped against the ground, making a noise.

The man had already stood up, and An Xiaoyue immediately followed.

The man took long strides, and although she wasn't short, she still had to jog to keep up with him.

The man had already gotten into the car, and Qiao Xun was waiting for her to get in while holding the car door.

She stood in front of the car door, showing no intention of getting in.

“Mr. Fu, I’m going to the hospital to be with my mother now. I will visit Mr. Fu at Fu Garden later. Mr. Qiao will take the luggage with me.”

"Now, come with me." The man's tone was forceful and left no room for negotiation.

An Xiaoyue stood still, offering a silent protest.

Qiao Xun kept giving her meaningful glances, urging her to go up quickly.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the man's deep voice came, "Sign the agreement. I don't like threatening people."

The meaning is clear: if she doesn't obey, the man will exploit her weaknesses.

An Xiaoyue gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and got into the car.

She stared stubbornly at the receding street scene outside the window.

"Stop all your part-time jobs. My child must be healthy and well-adjusted."

“I will cover all your mother’s medical expenses. Qiao Xun has already arranged for her to be moved to a special care ward at the hospital.”

“Okay.” An Xiaoyue knew very well that the man was right.

She's pregnant; she has to admit it.

To keep the baby, you must take good care of yourself during pregnancy.

Although the man exuded a strong sense of pressure and spoke with an undeniable air of authority, his decision to change his mother's hospital room immediately indicated that he was a pragmatic and capable boss.

As long as you do as he says and go along with him, it shouldn't be difficult to get along.

There was no sound inside the car as the Rolls-Royce Phantom drove through the bustling streets, with tall buildings lining both sides of the road.

Fu Shengyang noticed her subtle actions. No matter whose person she was, keeping her by his side was the safest thing to do.

When the car stopped, An Xiaoyue saw the two doors slowly open.

This is not the place she previously went to as a designated driver.

An Xiaoyue watched as Qiao Xun handed her suitcase to the maid and instructed her, "Put it at Shuixieju."

By the time I came to my senses, the man had already walked about ten meters away.

Only then did An Xiaoyue realize that having long legs wasn't a good thing, completely disregarding the fact that her short stature made her stride length unbearable.

Actually, she's not short, she just doesn't have legs as long as a man's.

The Chinese garden complex offers ever-changing scenery with every step, featuring green pines, white stones, pavilions, flowing water, and fish in the pond, some red and some white, all exceptionally plump and delicious.

An Xiaoyue had no time to appreciate it; she was afraid that if she stopped, the man would disappear through the moon gate.

As the man strode into Songtao Garden, An Xiaoyue followed.

The elegant living room exudes a tranquil beauty, where the elderly man sits alone.

"Grandpa." The man's voice was much gentler than before.

An Xiaoyue stood behind the man, and when she didn't know what to do, she did nothing.

"Hmph~" Fu Jinyun snorted coldly, not even glancing at Fu Shengyang, "I thought you were going to stay in the office for ten days or half a month."

Fu Shengyang sat down directly on the sofa.

With no one to shield her from view, An Xiaoyue was suddenly exposed to the public.

She was somewhat at a loss, clutching her trouser seams and standing with her head down. The air was quiet, but her heart was pounding like a drum.

"Who is this?" Seeing his restraint, Fu Jinyun said kindly, "Little one, sit down, don't stand."

The little girl had short hair, was of medium height, and looked very young; she was probably not even an adult yet.

An Xiaoyue pursed her lips and looked at the man.

He picked up his teacup and drank his tea, not even glancing at her.

To Fu Jinyun, that glance was one of fear.

“Grandpa Fu is in charge here.” Fu Jinyun pointed to the sofa opposite Fu Shengyang. “Little girl, don’t be afraid, sit here.”

An Xiaoyue then moved over and sat down on the edge of the sofa, about a third of the way down, and forced a greeting, "Hello, Grandpa Fu."

"You brat, speak up." His fierce tone was completely different from his loving and gentle manner towards An Xiaoyue.

"She has both the granddaughter-in-law and great-grandchild you've always wanted," Fu Shengyang said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Fu Jinyun's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at An Xiaoyue, and she slapped Fu Shengyang's leg.

"He's just a little kid, what nonsense are you talking about!"