Chapter 32 I can't quite figure out Jin Changyu right now.
As Zhou Yunshuang left the Jin Group, she gritted her teeth, her carefully made-up face filled with resentment and hatred.
Jin Changyu should have been hers; she was the original intended young mistress of the Jin family. Sang Qian just happened to be the one who got the short end of the stick.
Now that she's back in the country, why does that bitch Sang Qian have the right to occupy the position and man that rightfully belong to her?
At that moment, Sang Qian was having dinner with Su Luoluo at a restaurant.
After hearing about what happened last night, Su Luoluo was indignant. "You're already divorced and gave that man to her, and Zhou Yunshuang still comes to you to show off her love? Is she crazy?"
Sang Qian took a sip of juice. "Maybe she's just angry that I took her place for two years."
"Pah, what right does she have to be angry? She gave up back then herself. Besides, if we're really talking about it, you're the rightful wife, and she's just a mistress. You gave her the chance to be in the public eye, okay?"
"Don't give me that 'being unloved makes you a mistress,'" Su Luoluo scoffed. "Anyone who knowingly breaks up a family is a mistress."
"I don't care what role Zhou Yunshuang plays, nor do I want to know, but..."
Sang Qian frowned, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "I can't quite see through Jin Changyu right now."
Su Luoluo looked at her, "What do you mean?"
“He clearly doesn’t want me to have his child, and his request to live together is just to keep me under his nose, but I always feel… he cares a lot about the baby in my belly.”
He would find her the best nutritionist to help with her pregnancy, and thoughtfully prepare all kinds of maternity clothes and flat shoes for her. He would even take the initiative to apologize because he was afraid that her anger would be bad for the fetus. He would also get very nervous when she said that her stomach was uncomfortable.
For a moment, Sang Qian even felt that... he was looking forward to the arrival of this child.
Su Luoluo pondered for a moment and said, "According to research, people usually have special feelings for their first child. After all, it's the first time becoming a father, so it's normal to develop paternal love."
Sang Qian was skeptical. "...Is that so?"
Su Luoluo thought for a moment and then added cautiously, "At least that was the case before he had a second child."
Upon hearing this, Sang Qian fell silent.
Luo Luo is right. Perhaps it was just the sense of responsibility he felt as a first-time father, nothing more.
Moreover, this kind of concern won't last long.
Ten months later, the baby will be born, and the news of their divorce will be made public. After that, Jin Changyu will remarry with the person he likes, and the person he loves will have children for him.
By then, he wouldn't have the mind to care about the children he had with his ex-wife.
Seeing her silence and worried that she was unhappy, Su Luoluo quickly changed the subject, "Oh right, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. Didn't you ask me to deliver a Mid-Autumn Festival gift to our second uncle before? Now that you're not going to the west, do you still need me to prepare it?"
Sang Qian snapped out of her daze and said, "No need, I can do it myself."
"Okay." Su Luoluo nodded, glanced at her belly, and sighed, "It's a bit of a pity that I won't be able to eat your mooncakes this year."
Sang Qian asked, "Why can't we eat it?"
"You're pregnant."
Sang Qian said seriously, "You may not know, but I make mooncakes with my hands, not my stomach."
Su Luoluo blinked. "So, I can still eat your homemade osmanthus mooncakes this year?"
“Of course.” Sang Qian raised an eyebrow. “I’ll make it as long as you want to eat it.”
"Baby, you're so wonderful."
Su Luoluo patted her chest and volunteered, "Then I'll help out."
Sang Qian immediately refused, "No, I don't want to blow up the kitchen."
Miss Su is not one to go into the kitchen.
“Yuting Bay is no longer my home. If it gets blown up, I’ll have to pay compensation.”
Sang Qian said, "You just need to wait and eat."
On the Mid-Autumn Festival of her first year married to Jin Changyu, she was head over heels in love and specially learned how to make this osmanthus mooncake for him.
She imagined spending their first Mid-Autumn Festival together, admiring the moon and eating the mooncakes she made herself.
However, on the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, she sat alone in the courtyard waiting for him to come home. She waited from before the moon came out until it rose, and then until it hid in the clouds. She even fell asleep in the courtyard, but he never came back to eat mooncakes and admire the moon with her.
The next morning, she asked him to bring the mooncakes she made to the company and make sure he tried them. That afternoon, when she went to the company to find him, she accidentally discovered that Gao Ze was eating that box of exquisite mooncakes.
Jin Changyu didn't eat the mooncakes she made, but Su Luoluo fell in love with these low-sugar, floral-scented mooncakes.
The following year, she kept pestering Sang Qian to cook for her.
"How about this, you make the mooncakes, I'll think of the program, and Dahai will pay for it. The three of us can celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together, okay?"
Sang Qian snapped out of her reverie and saw Su Luoluo's sly expression. She smiled and asked, "Looks like you already have a show in mind?"
"You know about the Song family's Royal Cruise Ship, right?"
Sang Qian nodded, "I know."
The Song family is also a prominent family in Beijing, in the shipping business. They own a Royal Cruise ship, which frequently hosts high-society themed parties and banquets.
Guests participating in cruise activities are required to pay an admission fee, which the Song family will use for charitable causes.
It can be considered a form of charitable activity in disguise.
"Royal Cruises is having a 'Moon Viewing at Sea' party during the Mid-Autumn Festival, a two-day trip," Su Luoluo said excitedly. "How about we spend the Mid-Autumn Festival on the cruise ship?"
Sang Qian thought that it would be boring to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, so she readily agreed, "Okay."
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