The dishes on the table were exquisite and plentiful, yet they resembled a well-planned funeral.
They fed him spoonful by spoonful into the abyss.
Jingmin watched her eat with his eyes glued to her.
He didn't say anything, he just stared.
It was as if only by confirming that she was sitting safely in front of him could he find a way to make sure she was secure.
His world won't suddenly collapse.
Chu Wuyang felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. After swallowing a bite of chicken, she asked softly,
Why are you looking at me like that?
"nothing."
Jingmin's voice was soft, and his laughter was gentle.
"Are you full? Would you like some dessert brought up?"
She nodded, a smile playing on her lips.
Are you feeding the pigs?
As she spoke, she glanced at the spotless bowl in front of Jing Min.
Aren't you going to eat?
"I don't eat these."
He looked at her, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
"You can eat it."
Chu Wuyang touched her slightly protruding belly, a satisfied look on her face.
"I'm full, I'm not eating anymore."
Jing Min approached at that moment, his eyes gleaming, a familiar mischievous smile on his face.
"Are you full? But I'm hungry."
Chu Wuyang paused, her gaze falling on the dishes on the table.
"You just said you weren't going to eat? I knew you were lying,"
That's not what I meant.
His voice lowered, his gaze darkened, and he became lingering and affectionate.
She finally realized what he meant, and stared at him with wide eyes, somewhat surprised and incredulous.
Jing Min, as if afraid she would escape, gently pulled her into his arms.
His lips brushed against her ear.
“Yangyang…the baby is almost four months old. I asked the doctor, and it’s okay.”
She didn't speak, she just stared at him.
Why ask a doctor about something like this?
But his kiss had already landed.
Before she could even utter a sound, she was already lifted into the air and lifted into the air.
The door to the lounge was pushed open the next second.
The moment it gently closes, it shuts out all the noise from outside.
The storm is rippling across the city, the stock market is fluctuating, and the back-end screen of Boyifang is a sea of red.
The assistants and senior management outside were in complete chaos, with data alerts popping up one after another.
And in the break room of the CEO's office,
But it was a scene full of springtime charm.
The curtains of the large French windows were half-drawn, and sunlight streamed through the gaps, scattering across the floor.
Illuminating the tangled shadows on the dark bed.
Her dress was scattered on the edge of the sofa.
His shirt was half-buttoned, their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths hot.
His movements were gentle, restrained, and tender, carefully avoiding her lower abdomen.
It was as if it were comforting, praying, and confirming something.
"Yangyang..."
He spoke softly in silence, his forehead pressed against hers, the fine lines of his lips kissing her neck, his low, husky voice confirming her words again and again.
"You won't leave me, will you?"
Chu Wuyang didn't speak, her face flushed, staring at him with half-open eyes.
Her eyes were like the dark clouds gathering outside the window—calm, yet brimming with hidden thunder.
He, though burning with desire, chose to close his eyes and not look at her, simply holding her tightly, as if that way she wouldn't leave.
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