Back then, Zhuo Qingcheng was not humorous and often stayed in the army, which gave her and Xu Mu the opportunity to interact.

The two were alumni of Beijing University, and took advantage of the opportunity to stay in school to have a lot of fun. Not long after Zhuo Qingcheng's death, she found out that she was pregnant.

Before that, Zhuo Qingcheng came to her house once, and she couldn't tell whose the child was, but in this case, the child must be Zhuo Qingcheng's.

Ni Wei didn't dare to check and was forced to get entangled with Xu Mu until today.

Now that she has finally confirmed that Qianxing is her late husband's child, it would be best to break up with Xu Mu as soon as possible.

She has the Zhuo family as her support, and her son is the political commissar's most beloved grandson. She has a bright future. Why would she remarry a small professor?

"Don't worry," Ni Wei thought a lot in a short time and said to comfort him, "You also know that although the old man treats me well, that's because I didn't remarry. If I remarried, it would definitely not be as good as it is now."

Xu Mu paused while holding her hand.

"You've said this many times." He let go of her hand. "I've been putting off marrying you. I've been waiting for you. How long do I have to wait?"

He spoke in an impatient tone and walked to the window after he finished speaking, no longer looking at Ni Wei.

Xu Mu claimed to be a university professor. He was always gentle and polite and rarely got emotional.

Seeing him like this, Ni Wei was afraid of pushing him too far, so she hugged his waist from behind and put her face close to his.

"Give me a little more time. Qianxing is Zhuo Qingcheng's son. I can find an opportunity."

As he spoke, his hand gently stroked Xu Mu's chest.

Xu Mu held her hand, and the two of them entangled all the way to the cubicle.

This office is located in a remote and old place. Its only advantage is that it has a very small lounge. When Xu Mu is busy, he usually rests here and does not go to the dormitory.

The bed was small, but after it was made, the two of them lay in it in darkness.

After the noise completely died down, Xu Mu was almost calmed down.

While buttoning her clothes, Ni Wei opened the drawer with ease, took out a medicine bottle, and poured the medicine into her palm.

The pills during this period were all light pink in color, and she had taken them as usual. This time the light was better, and the color looked the same, but there seemed to be a slight difference.

Ni Wei subconsciously looked closely.

Without even looking at her twice, Xu Mu held her hand from the side.

"Qianxing is the son of you and Zhuo Qingcheng. How about you give me one too?"

"You are really crazy." Ni Wei was afraid of irritating him and thinking that all her work had been in vain, so she quickly put the pill into her mouth and swallowed it with water.

"We haven't told anyone about our current relationship yet. If something like this were to happen, it would be a disaster for both of us!"

After giving the cold warning, she walked to the door and made sure no one was outside before leaving quickly.

Xu Mu was left punching the bed, then he turned his head to look at the cabinet door, his eyes gloomy.

My guess turned out to be correct. Ni Wei had no intention of being with him at all.

Zhuo Qingcheng had been dead for so many years. As far as he knew, Political Commissar Zhuo had no objection to her remarrying. She had had so many opportunities to get away with it, but she just kept dragging it out.

To put it bluntly, human greed is unsatisfactory. She longs to use the political commissar's guilt for the rest of her life so that no one dares to mess with her.

She is not the only smart person in the world.

Xu Mu stood up and walked to the desk, picking up the paper under the book with his slender fingers.