"Honey, be careful, the floor is slippery."

"Jiang Qingyan, I'm only four months pregnant, can you please stop making such a fuss?"

"Okay, wife." Although he said yes, the man still carefully supported her, constantly paying attention to the surrounding environment, afraid that the woman beside him might bump into something.

Jiang Jiashu watched this scene, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch. Only when the person was close enough did he manage to cry out, his eyes red and his voice choked with sobs.

"elder brother?!"

Jiang Qingyan paused, supporting Nan Zhi. He glanced at him, his face expressionless, but his eyes filled with unfamiliar emotions.

Jiang Jiashu watched as he passed by as if he hadn't seen him at all, and the woman beside him didn't even glance at him for a moment.

After the receptionist greeted the two respectfully, she looked at Jiang Jiashu and said, "Attorney Jiang, this gentleman has an appointment to discuss the company's legal affairs with you."

Jiang Qingyan didn't turn around, but instead hugged Nanzhi and said to the receptionist, "Have Lawyer Li handle it for him. I need to go to the hospital for a prenatal checkup with Mrs. Jiang later."

"Okay, Attorney Jiang."

"Let's go, wife." Jiang Qingyan glanced tenderly at the girl beside him, and the two left hand in hand.

After Jiang Qingyan realized what was happening, he quickly chased after them.

But the elevator doors had already closed, and he could only see his older brother through the crack in the door, pinning the woman he used to hate the most in a corner and giving her a deep kiss.

Looking at the girl's reddened eyes and slightly protruding belly.

Jiang Qingyan's bitterness overflowed.

He realized it too late; it was all too late.

Inside the elevator.

Nan Zhi was pinned against the wall in the corner. The tall man leaned down and held the back of her head, kissing her gently, his movements tender yet filled with deep desire.

“Jiang… Jiang Qingyan…” She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist.

Later, he left her with lingering desire, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath slightly out of his mouth: "Wife, you are so sweet."

Nan Zhi punched him: "Jiang Qingyan, we're still in the elevator."

"I'm sorry, wife." Jiang Qingyan brushed aside the stray hairs by her ear, pinched her rosy little ear, and chuckled softly, "It's been an hour and four minutes since I last kissed you, and I couldn't help myself."

Nanzhi:……

During Jiang Qingyan's treatment, Nan Zhi soon found the pair of high heels he had left behind in his bedroom while chasing the assassin.

She got even angrier.

I didn't want to forgive this man, but I couldn't resist his persistent pestering.

Although Jiang Qingyan was wearing a bulletproof vest, his injuries were not fatal, but they were still quite serious.

She recalled how, during his treatment, he was like a clingy leech, wanting nothing more than to tie her to his body.

When she couldn't be bothered with him, he would whine and grumble as he came closer.

"Honey, my head hurts so much, and I feel so weak. Am I going to die?"

"Yes, you're dying. I'll go choose a burial plot for you tomorrow."

"Wife, then choose one that's closer, so that even when I become a ghost, I can still come and see you."

"Jiang Qingyan!"

"Wife, I was wrong." The man hugged her. She tried to struggle, but he whispered in her ear, shamelessly, "Wife, don't be angry, kiss me."

After saying that, he pressed her down on the bed and kissed her fiercely, bullying her relentlessly, completely disregarding whether his own injuries would reopen.

It must be admitted that even when Jiang Qingyan is injured, his physical strength is still extremely good.

Afterwards, Nanzhi lay beneath him, drenched in sweat, so exhausted that even her fingers were too weak to move.

Later, as his health gradually improved, he became even more unrestrained, and wouldn't stop until he had tormented her until she called him "husband" hundreds of times a day.

During that period, Nanzhi spent almost all her time in bed.

Just as she couldn't take it anymore and asked for a divorce, Jiang Qingyan cried.

That was already countless times that Nan Zhi had seen Jiang Qingyan cry.

But each time, she was unable to defend herself.

His eyes were red, and tears streamed down his handsome face like a broken string, shattering Nanzhi's heart.

"Wife, don't you want me anymore?"

"Honey, I was wrong. I won't touch you anymore. Please don't go."

"Wife..." The man clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain, "Wife, my heart aches so much..."

Nan Zhi realized that she had been completely controlled by Jiang Qingyan without her even noticing, and she couldn't stand his behavior at all.

She could only hug him and gently coax him, "Okay, I was just teasing you. We won't get a divorce."

She planned to wait until he was fully recovered before getting a divorce.

But after he recovered, she couldn't find their marriage certificate.

She asked Jiang Qingyan, who looked completely innocent and said he didn't know.

He hid it carefully.

He assumed she didn't know he had burned their marriage certificate.

His love for her was so tender, yet so passionate.

What reason did she have to reject his overflowing love?

Following the receptionist's instructions, Jiang Jiashu took the elevator to the 9th floor again, but he could no longer find Jiang Qingyan.

He was received by Attorney Li.

He asked, "Is Attorney Jiang here? I saw him just now."

Attorney Li laughed and said, "He's a henpecked husband. He only came to the law firm today to pick up his ID card. He's already at the hospital with his wife."

Jiang Jiashu lowered his eyelashes slightly as he recalled what he had just witnessed: "When will Attorney Jiang return? I'll wait for him."

"Then you'll have to wait two years."

Two years?

“Yes,” Lawyer Li sighed. “He’s going back to be with his wife during childbirth, so he’s left the law firm to me.”

Jiang Qingyan: ...

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