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

Fu Shengyang hadn't planned to go; Ji Yubai's first short drama had just started filming.

The person who always talks about "secrecy is key" is actually busy throwing a celebration banquet to spread the word and personally promote the achievement.

Ji Yubai is either up to no good or has simply changed his ways.

He explained what happened at the bar, but Xiaoyue didn't completely believe him.

He could tell that Xiaoyue was angry.

If the misunderstanding isn't cleared up, Xiaoyue and he will only grow more and more estranged.

Xiaoyue was afraid of getting hurt, so she chose to hide her emotions and not let anyone find out, including her mother, An Jiaren.

The mother and daughter both love each other and don't want the other to worry about them, so they always hide their emotions and put on a happy appearance.

Especially An Xiaoyue, I guess she's so sensible that she's never asked who her biological father is.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been testing her mother's identity little by little.

She was afraid of disappointment, so she held herself tight, kept moving forward, and forced herself to become stronger and stronger.

When he saw Xiaoyue, she had already suffered so much.

He wanted to give Xiaoyue a life that wasn't like this.

"It's on the weekend, and Zhong Lingxi will also be attending," Fu Shengyang added.

"Can I go? Don't you need to bring Ruan Jingyi?"

In the darkness, Fu Shengyang felt a dull ache in his chest, as if someone had punched him.

Oh, there was another one here.

"The public relations department will no longer assign Ruan Jingyi to me."

"Oh," she replied casually, without saying whether she wanted to go or not.

"Are you going? I'll have Aunt Cui prepare some clothes for you."

"I'll go." This is a good opportunity to learn social etiquette so I can handle various medical seminars with ease in the future.

Her obedient reply was cheerful and pleasant to the ear.

Fu Shengyang couldn't resist and pressed his cool lips to her forehead.

"Don't keep sulking by yourself, okay?"

"I'm not angry anymore."

She wasn't angry; she had simply come to terms with reality.

In this world, only you can always rely on yourself.

Everything obtained through exchange is based on the principle of mutual benefit.

Once the gap in interests widens, everything built upon those interests will crumble.

Therefore, strengthening oneself is the most important thing.

Fortunately, she is only 22 years old, and there is still time for everything to turn around.

Fu Shengyang didn't believe her. "It's good that you're not angry anymore. Go to sleep."

The next morning, An Xiaoyue woke up to find the room dimly lit.

I stretched my hand out from under the covers, and the wind blowing in through the window cracks seemed even colder than yesterday.

Hearing the noise, Fu Shengyang came out of the dressing room.

Her fair skin was translucent and full, and her misty eyes, having just woken up, had a softer, more innocent look, making her exceptionally alluring.

Fu Shengyang said, "It's snowing."

An Xiaoyue's squinted eyes suddenly cleared the moment she heard about the snow, and her voice trembled with excitement, "It's snowing!"

The long-awaited snow finally fell.

An Xiaoyue lifted the blanket, her slender white toes stepping onto the soft carpet as she reached the window.

Outside the window, a blanket of snow fell.

Snowflakes drifted slowly and gracefully down from the sky, and a layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.

A trail of footprints began in the distance and disappeared beneath the Waterside Pavilion.

It must be Aunt Cui coming over to make breakfast.

Do you like snowy days?

"Hmm." An Xiaoyue leaned against the window, breathed on it, and drew a six-petaled snowflake on it.

She likes snowy days.

When it snows, she feels that happiness will come and warm the whole winter.

She stood motionless by the window, and Fu Shengyang picked up a small blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around her.

"Wrap yourself up well, don't catch a cold."

An Xiaoyue turned her head and looked into his concerned dark eyes. "Thank you."

Before she left, Fu Shengyang gave her a pair of grippy, waterproof snow boots to wear.

The white snow boots are decorated with small pink and blue flowers, as well as tiny pearl bows.

Are shoes made this cute these days?

She sat on the shoe-changing stool in the entryway, and Fu Shengyang knelt down in front of her.

The only sound between the two was the "tap tap tap" sound.

Fu Shengyang twisted the button on the side of his boot. His fingers were long and slender, and as he twisted it, the veins on his bones stood out, exuding a strong sense of power.

An Xiaoyue thought that holding such a pair of big hands should make her feel very safe.

"The boots don't have laces; it's just for decoration. You can tighten or loosen them by turning the button on the side."

Fu Shengyang had a high nose and deep-set eyes, exuding an air of nobility. His gaze was earnest, and his words were gentle.

She's not a little kid going to kindergarten, of course she knows how to put on shoes.

However, the windproof and waterproof snow boots are very warm, and the warmth spreads from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot to the whole body.

Even on a snowy winter day, she felt warm all over.

"Let's go, it's time to head out." Fu Shengyang naturally took her hand, which was covered in leather gloves.

An Xiaoyue walked at a leisurely pace, her boots making a pleasant and soothing "crunch-crunch" sound as they stepped on the snow.

She seemed unable to get enough of listening, turning back to look at the footprints she had left behind.

Aunt Cui stood under the eaves, looking at the black and white figures in the snow.

The young master is broad-shouldered and tall, mature, steady and reliable; the young mistress is petite and charming, full of playfulness. Even as she is being led by the hand, she doesn't forget to look down at the snow on the ground and tread on it step by step.

Such a beautiful and romantic scene should of course be shared with Mrs. An and Mr. An.

Cui's mother took out her phone and silently opened the camera.

"A snowy day is the beginning of romance."

She had just taken a picture when the young mistress suddenly turned around.

The young mistress had a delicate profile, with a round and upturned nose and full, rosy lips.

Cui Ma's heart immediately softened.

Click, click, click, another round of photos, "You must be happy."

On snowy days, even sitting opposite Academician Leng with an interesting book in front of her, An Xiaoyue couldn't help but look out the window at the people playing.

"Go play, why are you so restrained at such a young age?"

An Xiaoyue went out with a sweet smile.

On snowy days, unless they are in critical condition, no patient is willing to go out.

There were no patients at Zhongkangtang today. Leng Yushan was in the courtyard with Fang Mei, making a snowman.

Leng Fangyi and Luo Xinyu were pulled to roll snowballs, preparing to make a big head for the snowman.

The teachers from the pharmacy and cashier's office were also playing in the courtyard; a group of them, their childlike hearts still intact.

An Xiaoyue put on leather gloves, took the little duck model toy that had no owner, and quietly played with the little duck by herself.

"You're about to become a mother and you're still so childish. Aren't you afraid of giving birth to a mentally challenged child?"

An Xiaoyue was angry. Her hands froze for a few seconds, and she pretended not to hear. She then moved to another spot to unmold the little duck.

Yan Yan wasn't going to let her off the hook. She walked up to her and pushed her away.

The little duckling that An Xiaoyue had just unmolded fell to the ground, broken into pieces, and its original shape was no longer recognizable.

She asked, "Who gave you the pink diamond ring?"