Jiang Nanshu’s face darkened. She reached out and pinched Lu Qingyan’s cheek.
“Where did you find this template to read from?”
Lu Qingyan: “…”
“Ahem, no.”
Jiang Nanshu felt that this line was all too familiar, like a classic line from a male lead in many domineering CEO novels she had read.
She looked at him suspiciously.
Lu Qingyan hugged her: “Alright, time to sleep.”
“Should we think of a name for the baby first?” Jiang Nanshu asked from the bed.
Lu Qingyan pondered for a moment before slowly saying, “I’ll listen to you.”
Jiang Nanshu blinked, her hand on her belly, and looked at Lu Qingyan with a smile, “Go ahead.”
“How about Lu Jiangchao for a boy and Lu Jiangmu for a girl?” Lu Qingyan took her hand.
“Let’s share our surnames and be together day and night.”
“Mm.” Jiang Nanshu agreed, stroking his chin.
“Then I won’t have to think of a name. Let’s just call that when he/she is born.”
“Let’s go to sleep.” Jiang Nanshu snuggled into the quilts.
Lu Qingyan followed her into bed.
He hadn’t slept well for over a month, thinking about Jiang Nanshu every day.
Actually, he had been hiding something from Jiang Nanshu.
His father could have lived, but the boss in southern Myanmar refused to let him go because his sister had taken a liking to him and wanted him to stay and get married before he would spare his father’s life.
Lu Qingyan wielded considerable influence domestically, but once he entered someone else’s territory, he could only protect himself. The law was useless against those outlaws; even the local police couldn’t control that area.
So, in the ensuing stalemate, Lu’s father unexpectedly contracted a virus, and then, combined with AIDS, he died.
Lu Qingyan listened to Jiang Nanshu’s breathing and hugged her tightly. After a trip to southern Myanmar, he discovered that some people in China also had impure thoughts.
After Lu’s father’s burial, life returned to normal.
Jiang Nanshu would often visit the hospital to talk to Old Mr. Lu and help him recover.
He also looked forward to the birth of his great-grandson, and his health had recovered very well.
He was discharged from the hospital two weeks later.
After Jiang Nanshu’s pregnancy entered its fifth month, her belly swelled up like an inflating balloon.
Every day, whether she was sitting or standing, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
She used to never eat junk food, but during her pregnancy, she craved it intensely and often secretly went out to buy fried chicken behind Lu Qingyan’s back, resulting in her gaining considerable weight.
But every time, Lu Qingyan would catch her. His tone was helpless: “Nan Nan, you should eat less of these things.”
Jiang Nanshu wiped her mouth: “I didn’t eat any.”
Looking through the glass at the chicken bones she had gnawed clean on the table, Lu Qingyan chuckled softly, “Little glutton, if you want some, I’ll make it for you.”
Jiang Nanshu’s almond-shaped eyes widened: “Really? Then I want to eat spicy strips.”
Lu Qingyan, who was speechless: “…”
“You secretly ate spicy strips?”
Jiang Nanshu took a step back, a little guilty: “No.”
Lu Qingyan grabbed the person and put her in the car: “You’re not allowed to eat this next time. If you want to eat it, just tell me, and I’ll make it for you.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nanshu grinned and hugged Lu Qingyan: “Ah Yan, you’re so sweet! I also want to drink cola.”
Lu Qingyan chuckled and hugged her: “Jiang Nanshu, don’t push your luck.”
She immediately let go of him and sat down beside him.
She felt a bit resentful.
Lu Qingyan was flipping through documents in the car: “I can reward you with a cup of milk tea.”
The next moment, his cheek touched something soft.
Jiang Nanshu was holding his arm again, giving him a sweet smile: “Thank you, husband.”
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