On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

Chapter 125: Paying for Him for the Child

A group of bodyguards came over and surrounded Jiang Qianxun, pretending to protect him: "..."

Jiang Qianxun: “…”

They looked at each other in bewilderment; she was truly surprised by the scene.

A black stretched Pullman drove over, and even Uncle Song, who got out of the car to pick up Jiang Qianxun, had a cold aura.

Jiang Qianxun ended the call with her friend.

More and more people looked over, some pointed at the luxury car with a low-key design and an extravagant look, and the bodyguards and her began to discuss in low voices.

Jiang Qianxun had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the car with Uncle Song without looking away.

Uncle Song walked behind, and after careful consideration, he said objectively: "Ms. Jiang, you are pregnant with two children, and your body is heavier. You should always put your own safety first. Next time you encounter such a thing, you don't have to deal with it yourself. Call me, call my husband, that's the easiest way."

Jiang Qianxun smiled and sighed in her heart. She knew that calling Uncle Song or Xing Mingyu could solve any problem quickly and beautifully.

But, can you rely on others for your whole life?

The answer is obviously no.

Uncle Song opened the car door and respectfully invited Jiang Qianxun to get in.

The moment he closed the car door and returned to the driver's seat, Uncle Song couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. In this world, the relationship between people is so ever-changing and changing in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the two children in Miss Jiang's belly were confirmed to be Mr. Xing's.

Xing Mingyu was sitting in the car, his suit jacket no longer on, his shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked somewhat relaxed, yet inexplicably revealed a strong anger that had yet to burst out.

The car drove all the way back to the apartment.

The man and the woman got off the car one after another.

Xing Mingyu walked in front and Jiang Qianxun walked behind. He pressed the elevator button, and after it opened, he went in first. He looked up at the woman who came in, and pressed the floor button without any emotion.

The fact that they were living together was something he had actively requested.

To put it nicely, it is a "requirement"; to put it bluntly, it is "a bit of coercion."

"I'm a little tired today. I'm going to take a shower first." After Jiang Qianxun entered the room, he put down his bag and said casually.

The two did not look at each other, nor did they have any other communication.

Jiang Qianxun took her pajamas and clean underwear and went to take a shower when a piece of information suddenly popped up in her mind - Xing Mingyu had been sulking all the way.

But she didn't quite understand what the man was angry about.

Jiang Qianxun just hoped that she was overthinking it.

After taking a quick hot shower, she got dressed and went out. The man was not in the living room, probably busy in the study.

Jiang Qianxun watched TV for a while, switched a few channels, but couldn't quite concentrate on anything, so she checked her phone for a while.

Jiang Qianxun doesn’t have many friends in China.

The rich friends I met when I was a child under the protection of my grandfather and mother all dispersed in childhood. After so many years, even if I occasionally think of them, their appearances are blurry and I can hardly remember their names.

As for the years when she was sent to the countryside, Jiang Qianxun grew from a child to a young girl. The bad kids and bad adults she met in the village, both their names and faces, were enough for her to remember for the rest of her life.

Jiang Qianxun lay in bed and thought about it, and realized that she didn't have any good playmates during those years.

The only person in that village that Jiang Qianxun had contact with on her phone was an auntie who had saved her life.

This year, Aunt Zhao is about to turn 50.

During those long days, Jiang Qianxun did not make any friends of his own age. No one wanted to play with him. This was a problem that often troubled Jiang Qianxun during those years.

She became extremely sensitive and self-deprecating, and for some unknown reason she walked down a small river not far from the village entrance.

I want to die.

If Aunt Zhao hadn't passed by and risked her life to rescue her from the increasingly deep river, she would have been reincarnated by now, and the new one would be in the last year of kindergarten.

Jiang Qianxun lay on his side and thought of his mysterious sponsor again.

If it weren't for her sponsor who paid for her to study abroad and learn design, she wouldn't be who she is today.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qianxun took out his mobile phone and added a new item to the to-do list for the new month, which was to sponsor new poor students in mountainous areas with good academic performance.

When others funded her, they probably hoped that she would become a useful person to society in the future.

After exiting the memo, Jiang Qianxun opened the WeChat interface, wanting to chat with Aunt Zhao and ask about her recent situation.

At this time, a message popped up on WeChat, indicating that someone had added me as a friend.

The verification message reads “Director, I am Huang Xiaoxiao”.

Jiang Qianxun took a look and clicked to approve Huang Xiaoxiao's friend request.

Huang Xiaoxiao sent a message: [Director, are you asleep? I added your WeChat in the group so that I can ask you some questions in the future. ]

The company's design department has a large group. Jiang Qianxun is the director, and Huang Xiaoxiao is a newcomer in the design department, and one who is given key support. Naturally, both of them are in the group.

Jiang Qianxun replied with four words: [Ready to sleep. ]

Huang Xiaoxiao didn't say anything more, and her relaxed and impeccable manner: [Then I won't bother the director. I'll say good night in advance. I'll go for a walk downstairs with my parents first.]

After Jiang Qianxun replied to Huang Xiaoxiao, she sent a message to Aunt Zhao.

It was not too late but it was definitely not too early either. If it was any later, Aunt Zhao would have gone to bed. In the village, everyone went to bed early.

While waiting for Aunt Zhao to reply, Jiang Qianxun lay on the bed with his cell phone in hand, subconsciously concentrating on listening to the noise outside.

It seemed that Xing Mingyu had never come out of the study room and there was no movement.

Hey.

Jiang Qianxun sighed.

She really doesn't understand the meaning of living together.

It's just making things difficult for the other party.

A courtyard as big as the whole courtyard, with many servants, and parents, grandfather, and two lovely children left by my eldest brother, is always better than here.

Xing Mingyu, why don’t you go back and live here?

After a while, Aunt Zhao's message came back in a voice message. Jiang Qianxun chatted with Aunt Zhao for a while, and then heard Aunt Zhao tell him a good news.

"Shen Kuan...is paralyzed!"

Aunt Zhao said this with a smile.

After hearing this, Jiang Qianxun was stunned for a moment before she realized that this was the end of her evil deeds.

At the beginning, Shen Lan persuaded Jiang Wenyuan to send her to the countryside to raise her for a few years. She would know the difference between seniority and hierarchy and could live in peace with her stepmother and stepsister, and then take her back.

The family she was sent to was the home of Shen Lan's cousin... Shen Kuan.

Jiang Qianxun didn't want to recall that terrible experience. Even though he was mentally strong enough now, he still felt creepy and frightened whenever he thought of those days.

Finally, Jiang Qianxun told Aunt Zhao that she would visit her on her 50th birthday.

A lifesaver is more important than anything else. Jiang Qianxun would visit Aunt Zhao every year with gifts whenever she was in China. Even during those years when she was abroad, she would find ways to help support Aunt Zhao's family.

Aunt Zhao sighed and advised her not to come to the village and keep the money she earned for herself.

Jiang Qianxun didn't say anything more. When the day came, she would go there. Aunt Zhao wouldn't kick her out.

On the contrary, when Aunt Zhao saw that she was grateful, she would be very pleased and smile sincerely, and would pull her to chat.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qianxun's bedroom became quiet.

She got out of bed thirsty, took an empty cup, and went to the kitchen to get some purified water to drink.

At this time, Xing Mingyu walked out of the study.

Jiang Qianxun held the cup and greeted awkwardly: "Haven't you...rested yet?"

Xing Mingyu is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and the sense of oppression is already very strong. In addition, his face is not good, giving people the feeling of being a thousand miles away: "Yeah."

The other party didn't intend to say more, and Jiang Qianxun would not continue to make things boring.

She went to get some water to drink.

The tall and straight figure of a man was reflected in the large window of the kitchen. He took his suit jacket, put it on his arm, and went to the door to change his shoes as if he was preparing to go out.

Jiang Qianxun lowered her eyes to look at the almost full water cup, turned off the switch, picked up the cup and took a sip.

The door to the apartment opened.

The man left.

Jiang Qianxun couldn't tell what she felt. What was this?

A cold war between superiors and subordinates? Obviously not, because superiors and subordinates only have disagreements and agreements on business matters.

The emotions of Xing Ming Yu do not come from work.

But in private, she and this man are not boyfriend and girlfriend, let alone husband and wife.

Just because of the two children in the belly... can we have a cold war?

From what angle and in what capacity? Jiang Qianxun was puzzled.

Back in the bedroom, Jiang Qianxun didn't know why he felt uneasy.

On the phone screen was a video call from Aunt Lan.

It looks like this is not the first call, there are several of them.

Jiang Qianxun picked up the phone and said, "Auntie Lan, are you still awake so late? I just saw you and went to get some water."

Auntie Lan was in a motherly state of mind, and her concern was exaggerated: "What? Drinking water so late at night...are you going to get it yourself?"

Because it was a video, Jiang Qianxun could clearly see the changes in Aunt Lan's eyes on the screen.

It was obvious that Aunt Lan knew something.

"Auntie Lan, just tell me directly. What do you want to ask me by calling me on video? It seems like you know a lot." Jiang Qianxun sat on the bed, took another sip of water, and waited for Auntie Lan's answer.

Aunt Lan hesitated, wanting to ask something but unable to.

After hesitating for a while, he finally asked, "...I just had a video call with your company's chef, Uncle Changjiang, and he also heard from your boss's driver, Brother Song. He said that you and your boss...may have had some unpleasantness tonight?"

Jiang Qianxun knew what was going on when she saw Aunt Lan's expression.

Aunt Lan, here is gossip.

Auntie Lan observed Jiang Qianxun's expression through the screen. She couldn't help but favor her own daughter and said, "Since one of you is the father and the other is the mother, it means that you are destined to be together. Husband and wife don't hold grudges overnight. They quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. But, Auntie Lan doesn't mean to ask you to bow your head and admit your mistakes."

"If it's Mr. Xing's fault... you can guide him to apologize to you and communicate more. It's not a big deal. It can be solved."

Aunt Lan treats Jiang Qianxun like her own daughter and doesn't want to see any rift between her "daughter" and "son-in-law".

After hearing what Aunt Lan said, Jiang Qianxun was a little dazed for a moment.

Aunt Lan, Uncle Song, the chef Uncle Changjiang, and even other people in the compound whom she didn't know, probably all thought that she and Xing Mingyu were in a husband-and-wife relationship.

Jiang Qianxun's cell phone was on speakerphone, while Aunt Lan was dancing square dance with the music playing loudly.

"Auntie Lan, please find a quieter place to talk. I can't hear you clearly."

"Okay, okay! I'll go find it right away." Aunt Lan was eager to know what was going on, so she took her cell phone and left. After a while, she came to a quieter chair and sat down.

Xing Mingyu opened the door and entered the house when Jiang Qianxun's cell phone was on speaker and was the noisiest.

He didn't know why he was in such a bad mood tonight. Even if he was jealous, there should be someone for him to be jealous of.