Time flies like autumn leaves, and four months have passed. In the blink of an eye, Ye Ning is eight months pregnant.
In just a few months, Ye Ning's belly had swelled up like an inflated balloon, and she was about to give birth.
After Ye Ning became seven months pregnant, Xiao Jingchen, a fiercely protective husband, basically forbade her from leaving the living area.
Fortunately, a lot has happened in the past few months, with gossip almost constantly circulating every day. Ye Ning, staying at home in the residential area, hasn't been too bored.
First, there was the major battle within the Xinyuan Group. Since Zhou Haiyuan's death, the Xinyuan Group had split into several major factions, and these factions had been constantly pulling off bizarre maneuvers, creating quite a few laughable situations.
It's either someone raiding the other's base today, or someone kidnapping the other's mother tomorrow.
Or they might have stolen each other's wives.
There were also people hurling insults at each other downstairs at the group's building.
In short, anything is possible.
Originally, Hu Tianxia should have withdrawn after Xinyuan Group fell into chaos, but because he wanted to get the firsthand juicy gossip from their side, he didn't withdraw for so long.
Besides Xinyuan Group, there's also Li Churan's side. Because Wang Sicong has once again turned his life around, Li Churan, in order to maximize her own interests, stubbornly refrained from divorcing Wang Siyuan.
Wang Siyuan is now five months pregnant and her pregnancy is already showing. She carries her big belly around every day, using the title of Madam Li to wander around.
With such a huge green hat waving right in front of them, they still don't know how to restrain themselves.
Li Churan was so angry he was about to vomit blood, but he didn't say anything on the surface, after all, he still had to rely on Wang Sicong to obtain supplies.
However, Shangguan Rong, who came from City E, couldn't stand it and wanted to tear her skin off.
The two of them would have a big fight every few days, and Wang Siyuan had completely broken off all pretense of civility. Although she was still infatuated with Li Churan, she had lost the patience to please Shangguan Rong.
The two women, their back-and-forth banter, were exceptionally captivating.
Ye Ning sometimes really couldn't understand what Li Churan was thinking.
He used to endure humiliation and hardship to achieve success in the eyes of the world, but what is he enduring humiliation and hardship for now?
The whole world has been turned upside down! He still can't break free from the shackles that bind him.
So what if we succeed? So what if we fail?
Isn't what people pursue some kind of freedom and happiness?
Maybe he felt it was worth it!
However, all of this has nothing to do with Ye Ning anymore; she is now just a spectator.
She now has Jingchen, a shelter, a base, a group of friends, and a child, and her life is comfortable and peaceful.
She didn't know how long these peaceful days could last, but for the rest of her life, all she needed to do was protect the people around her.
Ye Ning, eight months pregnant, sat by the window watching the snowflakes fall one by one. The mutated plants outside the window continuously emitted heat, and the snowflakes melted quickly as soon as they landed on the leaves.
"Miss, why are you sitting by the window again? It's too cold over there, be careful not to catch a cold!" Wang Ma came over with the dishes.
"I'm fine, Aunt Wang! By the way, what dishes did you make today?" Ye Ning asked.
"It's so cold now, so I've made you some mutton soup, Miss. You also mentioned yesterday that you wanted braised chicken feet, lemon chicken, and braised yellow croaker." Wang Ma quickly put all the dishes on the table.
"Miss, you should eat first! Young Master Jingchen said he'll be here a little later!"
"Okay!" Ye Ning nodded.
"By the way! Did Jingchen say where he went?" Ye Ning asked.
"He didn't say! He only said he'd be here soon!" Wang Ma said while tidying up the house.
At that moment, Xiao Jingchen was actually on the phone.
Xiao Linran's surrogacy was finally exposed, along with the fact that he had lost his fertility.
Enraged, Xiao Zhengyan began a thorough investigation of all collateral branches of the Xiao family and discovered the truth of the matter.
After the bloody massacre, everyone in the Xiao family trembled with fear and dared not act recklessly again.
Although Xiao Zhengyan used cruel methods to suppress those who refused to obey, he felt extremely desolate after things calmed down.
Xiao Linran can no longer have children; his only remaining bloodline is Xiao Jingchen.
After making numerous inquiries, he learned that Ye Ning was pregnant. Naturally, he couldn't sit still and frantically contacted Xiao Jingchen these past few days.
However, Xiao Jingchen really had no feelings for the Xiao family, so he decided to have a proper talk with him today.
"Jingchen, I'm begging you! You can't just stand by and watch the Xiao family decline like this!" Xiao Zhengyan finally lowered his proud head.
Now, he has to admit he regrets it! He regrets that he shouldn't have used such ruthless methods against his own child.
"I've already said it before, from the moment the Xiao family abandoned us, I had nothing to do with the Xiao family anymore!" No matter what Xiao Zhengyan said, Xiao Jingchen just wouldn't budge.
“Grandpa is old and doesn’t know how many more years he has to live. I know I went too far in the past. Your father’s wish in life is to return to the Xiao family and gain their recognition. Can’t you do that for his sake and go back to the Xiao family?”
"No!" Xiao Jingchen refused without hesitation. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up!"
"Jingchen! Wait!" Xiao Zhengyan hurriedly stopped him, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to say, and finally mumbled, "I'm sorry!"
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Jingchen suddenly felt a little lost. He put away the satellite phone and walked towards his life. No matter what, Ye Ning was still waiting for him!
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