Gu Yikun casually exchanged a few courteous words with He Sirui, and said nothing more.
Ai Xi climbed onto her father’s lap, "Daddy, lift up high."
Gu Yikun picked up his daughter and strolled around the hall, "How high do you want to go?"
Ai Xi raised her hand, trying to touch the crystal chandelier, "Very high, very high."
As Gu Yikun played with the child, An Junxi wiped her daughter’s sweat with a small towel. This scene made He Sirui unbearable.
She had known him for over ten years but hadn’t realized he could be a gentle father and a doting husband.
Liu Zhiwen was right; she had missed out on a lot because of her own cowardice.
She felt so unwilling; the woman by his side should have been her!
Gu Jinxiu deliberately flaunted, saying: "Auntie, my dad treats my mom so well."
He Sirui knew Gu Jinxiu was trying to provoke her. She thought An Junxi was really shaless, pretending to be dignified and generous while secretly teaching the child to squeeze her out.
During dinner, everyone was quiet, except for Gu Qianlan, who chattered: "Mom and Dad, can I go play with Sister Si Rui in the future?"
That was her goal for today. Being grounded was too boring, and she was afraid You Ran would be lured away by that sissy.
Gu Kuangyong said: "I have no objection if you want to learn jewelry design with her." Just don’t cause any trouble at ho.
Gu Qianlan made a "V" gesture to He Sirui. With Sister Si Rui as a cover, she could go out and et You Ran without restraint.
An Junxi knew what Gu Qianlan was thinking. She felt a sense of mourning for You Ran; his hard days were still long, and she hoped he’d make it until discharge.
A week before her senior’s engagent party, An Junxi noticed that Gu Yikun was becoming busier, staying in the study until midnight for several nights.
She didn’t want to directly ask about the group affairs, but when she delivered him so calming tea, she caught a glimpse of the docunt on his computer. The full English page prominently displayed information from the United States Departnt of State.
Gu Yikun seamlessly switched screens and told her: "You go to bed first. I’ll sleep after I finish."
An Junxi knew Gu Yikun didn’t want her to worry about his work, but with the involvent of the Departnt of State, it ant political issues. Could it be that Yue Xiaoyang’s lawsuit in the United States was difficult?
She hesitated but held back from asking. She had to pretend to be carefree so that he could fully focus on his work.
"Then I’ll go to bed. Don’t stay up too late."
Gu Yikun gave her a goodnight kiss, "Sleep well."
An Junxi checked on her daughter in the children’s room before returning to her bedroom.
The baby was young yet had to sleep alone, and Sister He and Sister Li took turns checking on her every night.
Even Sister Li could tell how busy the young master was lately and quietly asked An Junxi: "What has the young master been so busy with recently?"
An Junxi didn’t know. She tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep, and called Yu Zheng in the middle of the night: "Is there any big change in the company recently? Yi Kun seems very busy." Zha Zhuoxin was not at the headquarters either; he must have been on a business trip for Yi Kun.
Yu Zheng said: "The group is expanding into a new field. The beginning is always busy. Things will relax once it stabilizes."
An Junxi didn’t doubt him. After Yu Zheng hung up, he couldn’t sleep either.
He looked at Yue Xiaoyang’s injury report on his computer, his face darkening.
Yue Xiaoyang, are you really just letting go like this?
Yu Zheng wasn’t foolish. He knew Xiao Yu didn’t truly love him; she was just moved by him.
He didn’t mind waiting a lifeti for her to love him, but he did mind Yue Xiaoyang occupying the most important place in her heart.
Yu Zheng drank heavily for the first ti at night, stood wobbling on the balcony, feeling the cold wind, Xiao Yu, if you knew that Yue Xiaoyang had an accident in the United States, would you leave to find him?
If I keep this from you, will you hate in the future?
An Junxi and Zhang Miaoyan purposely t up with their senior. The three of them sat in a café, and Gong Xiaoyu didn’t show a trace of engagent joy.
An Junxi said: "Senior, stop thinking so much. In a few days, you and Yu Zheng will be engaged. Everything will get better. Look how happy Aunt Gong and Uncle Gong are."
Gong Xiaoyu stirred her coffee with a small spoon, not taking a single sip, nor listening to An Junxi’s words.
An Junxi nudged Zhang Miaoyan, gesturing for her to help with so words of comfort.
Zhang Miaoyan, absent-minded, was nudged by An Junxi and only then asked: "What’s the matter?"
An Junxi was exasperated with her, "I didn’t ask you out here to zone out. What are you thinking so deeply about?"
Zhang Miaoyan frowned, "Yu Chen has been very busy recently. I don’t know what he’s busy with. We barely talk even when lying in bed."
Sotis she talked to him, and he wasn’t in the mood to listen. Jiang Cai Xuan called him, and he listened attentively. This made Zhang Miaoyan feel very insecure.
Jiang Cai Xuan shared common work topics with him, whereas she knew nothing about technology. She feared they would gradually drift apart.
An Junxi told her not to worry, "Yu Chen used to often stay at the company. Now he cos ho every night. What are you still worried about? n are like this when they’re busy. Even Yi Kun has been busy lately; I know it very well."
Zhang Miaoyan felt slightly relieved hearing that even President Gu was like that. She decided not to dwell on these little issues. With Yu Chen’s company being so busy, she shouldn’t add to his burden.
Zhang Miaoyan then turned to comfort Gong Xiaoyu, "Since you’ve decided to be with Yu Zheng, just happily wait to be a bride. Yue Xiaoyang can’t give you what you want."
Gong Xiaoyu put down the spoon, "I don’t know why but I’ve been feeling really anxious, like sothing bad is happening. I even have nightmares at night."
She forced herself not to think about the man who hurt her. But for days, she dreamt of Yue Xiaoyang, sotis fighting with others and sotis seriously injured. She woke up startled at night and couldn’t sleep, making frequent mistakes at work.
Zhang Miaoyan said: "Maybe you’re just too nervous. It’s only the engagent party with a few friends and family; the real stress would co with the wedding."
Gong Xiaoyu held her head in her hands, "I don’t know, I just feel stifled."
An Junxi told her: "Teacher’s wife called and asked what you like or dislike. They have arranged a Chinese-style courtyard for you and Yu Zheng at the farm. You can go live there when you have ti... Senior, your teacher’s wife considers you her daughter-in-law. Isn’t this what you wanted— a husband who loves you and a warm family?"
Feeling the pressure, Gong Xiaoyu said: "I know Uncle and Aunt treat well; I... I’ll try to adjust quickly."
Yu Zheng’s family accommodated her in every way. It would be unfair to Yu Zheng if she continued to dwell on her past.
After dinner, the three of them went their separate ways. Zhang Miaoyan wandered the streets, and as night fell, she received a call from Xie Yuchen after walking for half an hour.
She hung up the phone, thinking, Do you only rember my existence now?
She didn’t want to return ho early; he wouldn’t care anyway.
They lived in an apartnt in the city now and hadn’t returned to the suburban villa to eat together in a while. Her mother-in-law often hinted over the phone about when they would give her a grandchild.
Zhang Miaoyan was annoyed; having a child isn’t sothing one person can do alone. With her husband working late all the ti, how can they have a baby?
When Yu Chen first returned from his business trip, he wanted to be intimate every day, but lately, he seed indifferent, only giving her occasional hugs and seldom saying sweet words.
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