Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The glass shattered and Rong Yan stood up agitatedly. He grabbed his collar and questioned, “What did you say? Repeat yourself!”
“Uncle Rong… ” Xuewei stood up nervously and looked at Feng Churui worriedly.
After giving her a reassuring glance, she slowly sat down.
Feng Churui stared at Rong Yan who was about to flare up. He chuckled and decided not to tease him any further. Instead, he said, “Anning came to the government office today to discuss the progress of the case with me. When she was about to leave, she suddenly threw up and retched. She explained that her stomach is not good, but I don’t think it’s that simple. Secretary Wu said that his wife was the same when she was pregnant. She had a huge pregnancy reaction and vomited all over the place.”
“Anning’s stomach has always been good!” Rong Yan exclaimed excitedly.
Feng Churui smacked his hand away and adjusted his tie. “That means it is a symptom of pregnancy. By the way, I discovered that she’s wearing flats. If you don’t believe me, you can confirm it yourself… ”
Before Feng Churui could even finish speaking, Rong Yan had already rushed out of the room and almost knocked into the coffee table in a hurry. He staggered a few times.
“Young Master Rong, what’s the matter?” Xu Zhiyuan asked, staring at Rong Yan in bewilderment.
“Hurry, let’s go to Kristen’s mansion!” Rong Yan barked while rushing out.
Xu Zhiyuan immediately followed suit.
Rong Yan slammed the door shut and vanished.
Tang Chao stared at the closed door and sighed again. “Why is my life so unlucky!?! Yan can still quarrel with her and Luo Anning is pregnant too… there’s still a chance for him to salvage the situation.”
Feng Churui ignored him and allowed him to be alone. He walked towards Wu Xuewei and asked, “Are you done eating?”
Wu Xuewei nodded and said obediently, “I’m done eating, Uncle Feng.”
“Let’s go then. I’ll send you home.” Feng Churui then said to Tang Chao, “Chao, I’ll send Xuewei home first.”
Tang Chao waved and said, “Go ahead.”
Patting his shoulder, Feng Churui said softly, “Don’t drink too much. Be careful.”
Tang Chao waved his hand impatiently and glanced at Wu Xuewei before turning around to leave.
“Ouch… ” Wu Xuewei fell over on her stilettos.
Feng Churui turned around and stared at her pitifully squatting on the ground with a sullen expression. “You’re so young yet you’re already learning how to wear high heels. Do you know your mistake now?”
Wu Xuewei lowered her head in grievance and muttered softly, “I was just afraid that you would treat me like a child. Don’t all men like mature women… ”
“Get up, let’s go back.”
Watching him leave, Wu Xuewei called out indignantly, “Uncle Feng, my foot hurts… I can’t get up.”
Feng Churui turned around again and stared at her. Wu Xuewei extended her arms pitifully and said, “Uncle Feng, I can’t walk.”
Feng Churui sighed and carried her out of the room.
Wu Xuewei wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his embrace before smiling secretly.
It was all worth it!
…
Late at night, the convoy stopped in front of the mansion. Before the bodyguards could open the door, Rong Yan alighted.