"Anyti works. Did Aunt Mo call you?"
Su Wanxin still rembered what Li Mo discussed with her the last ti she visited the company.
She said she’d give her ti to think and that she’d decide what to do when she returned to the old house next ti.
Li Mo’s plan to start working seed unknown to the rest of the Fu Family. She only shared it with Su Wanxin.
Thinking of this, Su Wanxin felt a complex mix of emotions, her nose faintly aching with emotion.
"No, I haven’t contacted her for a while, just thought it’d be nice to have a al together since Lawyer Qi and others are here."
Thinking it over, the Fu and Su families have never sat at the sa table for a proper al.
Previously, when Fu Shili and Sheng Qian got engaged, the two families t formally. Fu Shihan rembered it was extensively covered by the dia.
So when it ca to Wan God, he certainly didn’t want her to feel slighted. If others have it, she should too.
Whether to eat at the old house or outside, Fu Shihan was montarily torn.
Following his words, Su Wanxin recalled the scene of Qi Ran and Li Mo eting at a certain banquet last ti.
How should I put it...
A tense standoff? Anyway, it looked quite nerve-racking.
"I’ll talk to my mom tonight, and then set a ti."
"Okay." Fu Shihan nodded. "We’ll fit their schedule, and if inconvenient, I’ll have my parents co over and eat at our place directly."
Qi Ran and others had postponed important matters to attend Su Yao’s engagent party, so inconvenience was unlikely.
Su Wanxin knew Fu Shihan was rely accommodating Qi Ran. Not only did she notice, but even Lin Rui, who rarely had ulterior motives, noticed.
Since when is Brother Han so agreeable?
Adjusting al tis to others’ schedules, including Aunt Mo and Uncle Fu, was quite unusual.
If Old Sir Fu heard this, he might get angry about losing face.
Lin Rui cleverly chose not to interject, just thinking to himself without daring to speak.
Thus, the car drove all the way ho, where the living room was already bustling with activity.
Su Yao was ho long ago, as was Yangyang, who was currently lounging like a boneless creature in Qi Ran’s arms, chatting with him.
Su Wanxin walked straight towards them, took a seat on the sofa, and softly spoke.
"Mom, where is Dad? Hasn’t he co back yet?"
"He ntioned that an old comrade is sick, went to the hospital to check, might return later."
"Which hospital?" Fu Shihan asked.
Qi Ran gave him a knowing look and shook his head, "It’s fine, no need to pull strings."
After saying that, Qi Ran redirected his attention to Su Wanxin, his gaze gradually traveling from her face downward, finally resting on her stomach.
His expression was quite intriguing.
Upon noticing his gesture, Su Wanxin’s body instantly tensed, nervously swallowing as she heard Qi Ran ask—
"How many months now?"
"Two, over two months."
"You kept it quiet, huh?" Qi Ran said with a teasing smirk, looking at his audacious little daughter and the culprit beside her. "Whose idea was it to keep it secret?"
Upon hearing this, Su Wanxin and Fu Shihan exchanged glances, then forced a smile.
Then, almost simultaneously, they spoke up, shifting the bla.
"His!"
"Hers!"
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