Chapter 15 Are you pregnant?

Jiang Xingyao ignored Jin Qingyu and remained silent the entire way.

Jin Qingyu tried to start a conversation twice, but Jiang Xingyao didn't respond, so he fell silent.

Back at Xiyuan, Jin Qingyu followed Jiang Xingyao directly into the bedroom.

Jiang Xingyao still refused to talk to him. After putting down her bag, she went straight to wash up.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Jin Qingyu sitting on the edge of the bed with a strange expression, holding a strip of pills in his hand.

Jiang Xingyao heard him ask, "Are you pregnant?"

The almost certain tone made Jiang Xingyao's heart clench suddenly.

She quickly realized what was going on, a mocking smile appearing on her lips, and retorted directly, "Does Mr. Jin think that's possible?"

Pregnancy? Given how often you come home, and the fact that your sex life has been practically nonexistent over the past year, asking such a question reveals a degree of overconfidence in yourself.

Jiang Xingyao's words were barbed.

Jin Qingyu's expression darkened again.

He held up what he was holding: "Then Mrs. Jin, why don't you tell me what this is?"

What she was holding was none other than the folic acid tablets that Jiang Xingyao had been prescribed when she went to the hospital last time.

Jiang Xingyao had clearly unpacked the outer packaging and put it in her bag.

And now…

Her bag was placed next to Jin Qingyu, and its contents were scattered on the bed.

"Isn't it written above? Can't Mr. Jin read?" she retorted irritably.

"I'm asking you, if you're not pregnant, why are you eating this?"

Jin Qingyu stood up and walked step by step toward Jiang Xingyao, clutching the pills in his hand.

His eyes were sharp as knives, as if they could pierce right into Jiang Xingyao's heart and see through all her thoughts.

Jiang Xingyao's face flashed with a hint of disdain: "President Jin, you lack common sense. Don't you know that people with anemia can take folic acid?"

She snatched the things from Jin Qingyu's hands and went straight past him to clean up the mess on the bed: "I never expected that the president of the Jin Group would have such a bad habit of rummaging through people's bags."

Jin Qingyu gave Jiang Xingyao a deep look: "After all, Mrs. Jin has been away from home for so many days, and as her husband, I should know what my wife has been doing outside."

Jiang Xingyao almost laughed out of anger when she heard Jin Qingyu's words after zipping up her bag.

He was having an affair with Jiang Cancan, and now he's even suspecting her.

After hanging the bag up again, Jiang Xingyao said sarcastically, "Don't worry, Mr. Jin, I'm not as dirty as you. Now that the inspection is complete, can Mr. Jin leave?"

Jin Qingyu didn't respond to Jiang Xingyao's words; he went straight into the restroom.

Jiang Xingyao was left alone in the large bedroom. Her hands were outstretched, and her palms were already soaked with cold sweat.

Jin Qingyu almost found out she was pregnant.

Living in Xiyuan is still too dangerous; she needs to find a way to separate from Jin Qingyu as soon as possible.

When Jin Qingyu returned after washing up, he saw Jiang Xingyao with her back to him, curled up in a corner of the bed.

She was only covered by a thin blanket, and a slender, fair leg peeked out from the edge of the blanket.

The air was filled with the faint scent of gardenias, which grew stronger the closer one got to the woman, as if silently beckoning her to do something.

Jin Qingyu suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.

He thought of the questions Jiang Xingyao had asked him earlier.

Judging by the timeline, their last sexual encounter must have been a month ago, or perhaps even longer.

Even Jin Qingyu couldn't figure it out.

Jiang Xingyao always had a cold and arrogant demeanor, her eyes were always looking down on people, and her words were always sharp.

Even in sexual matters, he doesn't soften his body.

They certainly won't take the initiative.

He's usually busy and doesn't have much time or energy to focus on things like this.

Although they are husband and wife, they always leave their sex life to chance.

Jiang Xingyao heard Jin Qingyu come out.

She could even feel the man's gaze fixed on her back.

She didn't know what Jin Qingyu was planning, but since he didn't say anything, she didn't bother to ask.

Until a large hand grasped her slender waist, and a warm body pressed against her from behind.

Jiang Xingyao then realized what was happening and said coldly, "Let go."

Jin Qingyu didn't let go; instead, he intensified his efforts to unbutton Jiang Xingyao's clothes.

The loose robe slipped down a little from her shoulders, revealing half of her slender, delicate shoulders.

The cool air from the air conditioner blew across my shoulders, and before I could even feel the chill, the man's lips pressed against mine from behind.

Jiang Xingyao heard him mumble, "Didn't Mrs. Jin just complain that I didn't satisfy you? How about I make it up to Mrs. Jin now?"

The hot, humid air seemed to seep into my skin.

His large hand had already slid down Jiang Xingyao's waist, reaching down to the hem of her skirt...

Jiang Xingyao squeezed her legs together to prevent him from succeeding. When she turned around, her eyes were full of sarcasm: "It seems that President Jin's other woman is no good either. You still have the energy to come to the house and act like a horny person."

The man stopped moving and glanced at Jiang Xingyao, only to see the undisguised disgust in her eyes.

His enthusiasm had waned considerably, and he remarked, "Mrs. Jin has become even more sarcastic these past few days."

"Thanks to you," Jiang Xingyao retorted, "Get off me when you've had your fill of going crazy."

Jin Qingyu didn't touch Jiang Xingyao anymore, but he didn't let go of the hand that was on her waist either.

Jiang Xingyao turned over and faced away from him again.

She was very tired today and didn't want to argue with Jin Qingyu anymore.

In the darkness, Jin Qingyu moved a little closer to Jiang Xingyao.

He didn't make any further moves until their bodies were glued together so tightly that there wasn't a single gap left.

But her pupils remained strangely dark, like an impenetrable fog in the night, threatening to engulf Jiang Xingyao.

When Jiang Xingyao woke up in the morning, Jin Qingyu was still there, which was unusual. He was in almost the same position as last night.

His free hand twirled her loose strands of hair.

The man's aura enveloped him, and Jiang Xingyao's still somewhat drowsy eyes instantly cleared.

Before Jiang Xingyao could speak, Jin Qingyu said, "Get ready and come down for dinner. I'll wait for you downstairs."

When Jiang Xingyao came downstairs, Jin Qingyu was miraculously sitting at the dining table.

He wasn't rushing to the company, nor was he hurriedly called away by anyone. He just sat there quietly, his gaze fixed on the stairwell, on her.

For a fleeting moment, Jiang Xingyao felt that they were just like any other ordinary couple today, waking up together, having breakfast, and saying good morning to each other.

But only for a moment, and then she laughed sarcastically.

Her words from last night still echoed in her ears. Rather than believing that Jin Qingyu had changed his ways, she preferred to believe that he had lowered himself to appease her, his wife, for the sake of inheritance.

When Jiang Xingyao landed, she realized that the cup of hot milk in front of her, which she always kept, had been replaced with red date soy milk.

Even breakfast now includes blood-nourishing foods like pork liver.

Jin Qingyu said, "You said you were anemic yesterday, so I specially asked Lin Ma to prepare this. It's better to take medicine as little as possible. I had someone prepare a diet plan for you, you..."

"With such thoughtfulness and consideration, Mr. Jin, are you about to be moved?" Jiang Xingyao interrupted him directly.

She felt that Jin Qingyu was acting quite strangely.

Yesterday, he had already said all that, and the veil of pretense had been torn away by him. She now clearly understood the truth about this marriage.

Under such circumstances, shouldn't they tacitly remain strangers under one roof?

There's no one else here, so who is he putting on this act of deep affection for?

"Think whatever you want about me. It's your own body. Mrs. Jin should understand such a simple truth," Jin Qingyu said.

Jiang Xingyao simply moved the bowl a little further away from him.

The meal ended in such an awkward manner.

Lin's mother came over to pack her things, but Jin Qingyu showed no sign of leaving. He even moved his computer directly into the living room.

It's as if they're watching someone closely.

Jiang Xingyao thought he was sick.

Yesterday, Ji Yunyin met a girl from a small piano association who knew that Jiang Xingyao also liked the piano, so she invited Jiang Xingyao to go to a concert together.

Jiang Xingyao went back to her bedroom to change her clothes and was about to leave when, unsurprisingly, Jin Qingyu stopped her: "Where are you going, Mrs. Jin?"

"Is President Jin going to put me under house arrest again?" Jiang Xingyao asked.

Jin Qingyu shut down the computer immediately: "I always have to be careful that my wife doesn't run away from home again. Where is she going? I'll take her."

Without giving Jiang Xingyao any room to refuse, he directly took Jiang Xingyao's bag.

Jiang Xingyao was too lazy to argue with him about this, so she simply gave him an address.

This concert was organized by the famous piano master Shen Ying. It had been hyped up for a long time and was well-known in the capital. Jin Qingyu must have heard about it beforehand, because he didn't say anything after hearing the address Jiang Xingyao gave him.

When Jiang Xingyao arrived at the clubhouse, Xu Feifei was already waiting for her.

He was waving at Jiang Xingyao.

Jin Qingyu saw that the person who had arranged to meet Jiang Xingyao was a young girl, and his mood seemed to improve a bit. He opened the car window and handed Jiang Xingyao's bag over: "Call me when you're done, and I'll come pick you up."

Jiang Xingyao didn't respond. She felt that Jin Qingyu was increasingly fond of these self-indulgent charades.

If this had happened earlier, she might have been moved, but now…

Jiang Xingyao went directly to Xu Feifei.

The two of them went through the ticket check together and entered the guild hall.

Xu Feifei said, "Yaoyao, is that your husband? He seemed to care about you quite a bit. He didn't leave until he saw you get your ticket checked. Are you really going to get a divorce?"

Yesterday at Ji Yunyin's place, because of Qin Jiangnan's words, Jiang Xingyao's marital status is no longer a secret.

Jiang Xingyao wasn't surprised that Xu Feifei was asking this question.

She thought that this might be Jin Qingyu's purpose.

Use feigned kindness to bind her, making everyone think she's ungrateful.

Jiang Xingyao said, "The concert is about to begin."

Xu Feifei could tell that she didn't want to continue the topic, so she wisely shut up.

The two had just sat down when Jiang Xingyao's phone rang. Jin Qingyu had sent a message with his location and a voice message.

Jiang Xingyao directly sent a text message: "I've booked a restaurant. I'll come pick you up for dinner after we're done."