Chapter 143 The Dealer Has Good News

Zhuang Bieyan didn't expect that her little secret intention would be discovered so quickly.

Qu He knelt on the sofa, slowly moved closer to him, and then grabbed his hand and pressed it against her stomach.

Her body temperature was transmitted through her pajamas.

Zhuang Bieyan's fingers curled up unconsciously, and his hands trembled nervously.

Just as I was about to explain that I absolutely had no intention of forcing her to have a child, I heard her muttering in frustration.

"Have you noticed that I've gained weight recently? This belly fat is quite noticeable, isn't it?"

"......"

Zhuang Bieyan was taken aback, then chuckled.

Well, I overestimated her imagination and underestimated the girl's obsession with weight.

Qu Hesheng sighed helplessly, leaned back, and casually removed the face mask, throwing it into the trash can.

"Sure enough, my appetite increased before my period, and I craved pork. I couldn't control my weight and it skyrocketed. Being a woman is really hard."

After realizing what was happening, Zhuang Bieyan chuckled and pulled her up, his face full of affection: "You haven't gained weight, you look the same as before."

A dangerous glint flashed in Qu He's eyes as she looked down at him. "Oh? So, in your eyes, I used to be this fat too?"

Zhuang Bieyan: "..."

It's rare that he would say the wrong thing.

Qu He pouted and gently bumped her forehead against his chest twice.

"Oh well, so what if I'm fat? It'll all go down after my period. It's just water retention, what can it do to me?"

Even Zhuang Bieyan, who had seen many storms, had to admire her ability to maintain consistency.

The two bumps she made weren't very forceful, like a kitten scratching your palm—ticklish, and even carrying a hint of affectionate teasing.

He placed the tablet on the coffee table.

He held her to the edge of the sofa with one hand to prevent her from falling, and pinched the soft flesh on her waist with the other. "Actually, it's better to be a little chubby. You were too thin before. You're just right now."

It seems they've been married for almost three months now.

At that time, she was like a tightly strung bow, utterly exhausted.

It took her three months to slowly accept herself, and she gained some weight back, which also made her complexion much rosier.

More importantly, she has begun to rely on him and will actively share her emotional changes with him. This gradual opening up and trust is more important than anything else.

"There's no need to be anxious. These are normal bodily changes before menstruation, mainly caused by hormonal influences."

"Oh? You even know about this?"

Zhuang Bieyan readily admitted, "After learning about your menstrual cramps, I consulted with Granny Yan about some related information. Since I can't take your pain away from you, I have to find a way to make you feel better when you're in pain."

His straightforward and sincere concern made Qu He feel warm inside.

She pressed her lips together and nestled contentedly in his arms.

Just then, my gaze inadvertently fell on the tablet he had placed on the coffee table. The screen was still lit up, and it showed the floor plan of the house.

"Why are you looking at this?" she asked curiously, leaning over to pick up the tablet and swiping it a couple of times.

The first picture is indeed the floor plan of Wanhua Garden. The second picture is an enlarged version of the room layout. If I remember correctly, it should be the empty room on the second floor.

Are you planning to renovate that empty room on the second floor?

Zhuang Bieyan's face showed an awkward expression as he reached for the tablet. "Hmm, just browsing, haven't decided yet."

"oh."

Qu He didn't find anything unusual; she just thought that Zhuang Bieyan might want to convert that room into a second study or gym or something similar.

Just then, her phone vibrated; it was Si Yue sending her a few messages, and her attention was quickly diverted.

Zhuang Bieyan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she didn't ask any further questions. Her fingers unconsciously zoomed in and out on the blueprint of the empty room.

He casually asked, "Ahe, do you prefer blue or pink?"

"What?" Qu He didn't react immediately, subconsciously thinking that he was asking about the style of the room's decoration.

I found it a little funny; I never expected Zhuang Bieyan to have such a childlike side.

“Pink, I guess,” she said casually, her eyes still glued to the screen.

Zhuang Bieyan nodded secretly and made a mental note of it.

It seems she prefers her daughter more.

If it were a daughter as lovely as her, with her eyes crinkling and smiling at him, it might not be so bad.

"Hmm, how about blue?" Qu He changed her mind again.

Considering that this is the house that Zhuang Bieyan will be using, the pink color doesn't quite match his usual appearance.

Is it blue?

Zhuang Bieyan's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again.

The thought of a strange man joining their home, taking away half of Qu He's love and attention, was unsettling.

Neither of these two options was acceptable to him, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

But who says blue has to belong to men?

Seeing that his thoughts were getting out of control, he simply quit the drawing software and turned off the tablet.

"Aren't you going to watch anymore?" Qu He noticed his movement.

"I'm not watching anymore." Zhuang Bieyan pulled her close. "It's getting late, we should go to sleep."

Upon hearing the word "sleep," Qu He's ears burned.

In certain intimate moments, she always respected her desires and did not consider it a shameful thing.

Moreover, Zhuang Bieyan has a strong sense of service in that area and always puts her feelings first, so why not?

She quickly sent Si Yue a "Let's talk next time" emoji and then put her phone away.

I just didn't expect that it really was just sleeping in the literal sense, the kind where we just chatted under the covers.

But perhaps because her period was approaching and she was easily tired, she fell into a deep sleep in his arms not long after lying down on the bed.

Zhuang Bieyan listened to her even breathing and, after confirming that she was fast asleep, quietly went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

...

Heyuefang.

The only sound in the room was the slow turning of the potter's wheel.

Qu He is busy preparing her work for the Qinglan Cup.

Suddenly, I heard a heavy thud next to my ear, which startled me so much that my hand trembled.

She turned around and saw Si Yue standing by the pool with her phone in her hand, an overturned bucket of water at her feet, and water splashed all over the floor.

"What's wrong?" Qu He asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, it was just a slip of the hand."

Si Yue glanced at the message on her phone, and after realizing what was happening, quickly grabbed a mop and started cleaning.

As he dragged himself along, he moved from the edge of the pool to Qu He's workbench, his eyes glancing at Qu He's belly every now and then.

Her gaze was so conspicuous that it was impossible for Qu He not to notice her.

"Speak your mind." Qu He put down the carving knife and peeled the dry clay off her hands.

Si Yue hesitated for a moment, then put the mop against the wall and took out her phone to tap a couple of times.

The next second, Qu He's phone rang with the Alipay notification sound.

She took the phone with a puzzled look on her face, and after seeing the transfer amount, she looked up at Si Yue with a look of fear.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Testing the cadres with this? Are you trying to bribe me? Or did you sell Heyuefang?"

"No!"

Si Yue quickly waved her hand, squatted down in front of her, put her hands on her knees, and looked serious.

"In my hometown, when relatives or friends have a happy occasion, we always give red envelopes to celebrate and share in the joy. You've been so kind to me, senior, of course I..."

Qu He felt increasingly uneasy listening to this and quickly interrupted, "Stop! Stop! Who's pregnant?"

"Senior, it's all over the internet, it's even trending on social media."

"Me...me?"

"Otherwise what?"

Si Yue took out her phone as she spoke, “Everyone is saying that the Zhuang Group will soon have a little heir, that President Zhuang has arranged a whole host of benefits for all the pregnant employees, and that President Zhuang is already contacting a design company to decorate the nursery.”

As she spoke, she reached out, curiously wanting to touch Qu He's belly, "I really didn't expect that you, senior, would be a mother in the blink of an eye."

"What nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight!"

Qu He was so startled that she jumped up from the stool, wishing she had two mouths to explain, "I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant! Absolutely not!"

"ah?"

"Really, no! Today is the first day of my period! It's the real deal!"

"Huh? What's going on with the trending topics?"

As Si Yue spoke, she pulled up the trending topics on Weibo and moved her phone in front of her.

The trending topic "[The bookmakers are in for a treat]" has climbed to fifth place on the entertainment list.

The title is nonsensical yet intriguing, and the number of clicks continues to rise.

The revelations from various "insiders" inside the book have sparked much speculation.

The eyes reflected on the screen seemed to grow wider the more you looked at them.

"Ms. Yan Shu, do you think there are any adjustments needed to the layout of the entire venue?" the exhibition curator respectfully asked Yan Shu for her opinion.

Yan Shu was staring blankly at her phone, the screen displaying the trending topic about the Zhuang family having a happy event.

The planner called her again, and she snapped out of her daze, quickly exiting Weibo and turning off her phone.

Recalling the news about Qu He's pregnancy that she had just seen, her hand, which was gripping her phone tightly beside her, unconsciously turned white.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me: resentment and jealousy.

She let out a soft breath, composed herself, and with a polite and elegant smile, said to the curator, "Could you please make room for me in that separate exhibition hall on the left side of the second floor? I'd like to add another painting at the last minute."

"Of course. What is the style and size of the painting? We need to coordinate with the designer to adjust the background decoration and lighting."

Yan Shu stroked the cool edge of her phone, glanced meaningfully at the second-floor area, and said coldly, "The 24-inch oil painting is a black swallow."

"A black swallow design? Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

"Oh, right,"

Yan Shu seemed to suddenly remember something, "Please add another seat for me in the very front row of the special guest section. I almost forgot, there's a very important guest I must personally invite."

She looked at that spot on the second floor, a dark light flashing deep in her eyes.