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

Chapter 109 Talking about Marriage

When Su Rourou heard the word "Public Security Bureau", her face turned pale. She dared not refute and just raised her hand to slap him.

"I was wrong, I'll fight!"

Suddenly, the sound of slapping rang out in the room.

Jiang Qianxun retracted his gaze, took the pencil and continued to review the drawings, occasionally saying a word.

"The force is too light."

After hearing this, Su Rourou continued to hit herself, enduring the numbness in her palms and buzzing in her ears.

By the time Jiang Qianxun finished reviewing the revised drawings, the applause in front of him stopped.

"Next time you see me, remember to take a detour, otherwise it won't be as simple as thirty slaps. You can get out now."

Jiang Wenyuan glared at his daughter who was calmly pouring milk, then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute. Mr. Jiang, did you forget to give me something?" Jiang Qianxun looked at him while holding the milk cup.

Jiang Wenyuan was stunned, his hand holding the briefcase tightened involuntarily, and his eyes flickered.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I don't owe you anything."

"Oh. That's fine. You can go now. Just remember to close the door for me."

Jiang Wenyuan heaved a sigh of relief and slammed the door with a loud bang. Before he could take a step, his assistant called again.

"Oh no, Mr. Jiang! There's something wrong with the stock market!"

stock market?

Jiang Wenyuan's eyelids jumped, and he took out another mobile phone to see that the previously dense red lines had turned into green lines.

He almost couldn't stand up straight: "What the hell is going on!"

The assistant on the other end was in tears and kept saying he didn't know.

Thinking of Jiang Qianxun's calmness just now, Jiang Wenyuan closed his eyes in anger and despair, turned around and knocked on the door again.

"Rebellious girl! Open the door!"

No doubt it was her work!

The door did not respond.

No matter how he filmed, there was no movement in the room.

Watching the money disappearing on his phone by the seconds, Jiang Wenyuan felt pain in his flesh. He gritted his teeth, put his briefcase aside, and was about to kneel down when the door opened.

"I agree to give you an additional 2% of personal equity. The lawyer will be here soon."

Jiang Qianxun was a little surprised.

Attitude changes so quickly?

It shouldn't be.

In fact, he refused to give it to her, and there was nothing she could do for the time being.

But when she thought that the more shares she owned, the more likely she would be able to run for chairman at the end of the year, she immediately put these insignificant thoughts behind her.

"Come in."

......

It was already past three in the afternoon when we saw off the lawyer and Jiang Wenyuan.

At noon, she was busy dealing with equity issues with Jiang Wenyuan, so she simply drank some milk and now her stomach is empty.

"Mom, order some afternoon tea now."

After putting the information away, she sent a message to Uncle Song. While waiting, she walked around the small room in her slippers, picking up a domineering boss novel from the bookcase and flipping through it.

Just when I saw the scene where the heroine got off the plane with five cute kids five years later, footsteps were heard through the open door.

It doesn't sound like Uncle Song's.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw an aunt with a wrinkled face standing at the door carrying a lunch box.

"Who are you? The hotel delivery man?" Jiang Qianxun asked in confusion, taking the phone from the coffee table.

Uncle Song replied to her five minutes ago that Mr. Xing had arranged some things for him and that an aunt named Xie from the hotel would cook and deliver meals to her in the future.

He also said that the aunt had some allergies on her face recently, and the one wearing a black mask and having short hair was that aunt.

Somehow, when she mentioned the allergy on her face, she recalled the first day she reported to Xing's company.

Could this person also be an acquaintance in disguise?

But even though she had wild thoughts, she was still very confident in the people arranged by Uncle Song.

"My last name is Xie, and I'm a hotel waiter. You must be the Miss Jiang that Uncle Song mentioned, right?"

Jiang Qianxun had never seen an aunt with such clean and beautiful eyes. Compared with the obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, it seemed a bit inconsistent.

But she was only curious for a moment and quickly looked away.

Her stomach was growling with hunger, so she had to eat something quickly to avoid starving the two babies.

"It's me. You are Aunt Xie, right? Please bring it over. Just give it to me." She reached out to take the plate from Aunt Xie.

Aunt Xie didn't give it to her. Instead, she smiled and said, "I heard you're pregnant. I can do this kind of thing. Can I help you carry it in?"

Jiang Qianxun didn't like strangers entering her room, but Aunt Xie looked so friendly that she couldn't help but let down her guard.

"Okay, just put it on the small coffee table."

Aunt Xie went in and took off the bag, placed the afternoon tea one by one on a plastic square plate, and introduced them to her one by one.

"Uncle Song said you were busy at noon and didn't order any food. You must be starving, right? Do you like this meal? Eight grapes, some peeled pomegranate seeds, some cashews and peeled pecans, three small mochi, and a cup of hot milk."

"This mochi and milk are for filling your stomach. Cashews and pecans can help your baby's brain. Pregnant women are prone to constipation, especially in the second trimester. Eating more fruits is beneficial. You can eat them first to fill your stomach. I'll bring you dinner in two hours. Do you think this arrangement is okay?"

Aunt Xie's voice was neutral, but her tone sounded gentle and didn't make people feel uncomfortable. She also gave such a detailed introduction that Jiang Qianxun became even hungrier.

"Okay. Then I'll do it your way. Thank you."

Aunt Xie smiled and said, "You're welcome. Oh, by the way, if you want to eat anything or have any other questions, you can ask me. I've given birth to two children, so I have some experience. Here's my number."

"I'm not picky about food, anything is fine with me." Jiang Qianxun picked up a piece of mochi, put it in his mouth and took a bite, raised his eyebrows, and praised: "You cook very deliciously."

The taste is fragrant, soft, sweet but not greasy, and obviously a level higher than the food I had some time ago.

"That's good, then you eat, I'll go back and prepare dinner."

After Aunt Xie finished speaking, she smiled, closed the door and left.

While eating the second piece of mochi, Jiang Qianxun also noticed the aunt's smooth hands. It was hard to imagine that she was an aunt working in a hotel.

The skin is a little dark.

I guess he lived a happy life even though he was born in the countryside. Otherwise, how could he have such a good mental state and hands?

Jiang Qianxun swallowed the last bite of mochi and felt something stuck in her throat, so she drank another sip of milk.

When I took a sip, I found that this was different from the milk I had tasted before, and the milk flavor was much richer.

It seems that Aunt Xie’s cooking skills are really good.

She had to write down her contact information. If possible, she wanted to hire her as a confinement nanny after she had a baby in the future.

At this time, at the hotel entrance.

Xie Qiong came out patting his chest, got into Song Shuhou's car at the door, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, her makeup skills were good enough and she had some talent in voice, so Chihiro didn't notice it.

She felt relieved to see that she and her child were safe and had a good appetite.

"Lao Song, let's go back to the hotel. We have to prepare dinner."

As soon as he saw his wife's expression, he knew that everything was going well. Uncle Song breathed a sigh of relief, took out the key and opened the car door.

At the same time, at the top level of Huaixian Hotel.

Two easels were neatly placed next to each other, on top of which were two almost identical oil paintings of an autumn town, the paint on them not yet dry.

The owner of the painting is looking at the scenery with a miniature telescope nearby.

"Hiccup, look, there's a big bird flying over there, wow! It looks so handsome!" Xingbao's camera swayed along with a bird flapping its wings and flying high.

"That's an eagle! Of course it's handsome!" Boys are naturally fascinated by speed and strength. Jingbao caught the bird his sister was talking about and his little body turned along with it.

"Oh no! It flew to the top of the tree across the lake and I can't see it anymore. Eh? Isn't that Grandpa Song?"

"Where, where?" The eagle disappeared, and Xingbao excitedly turned the camera to look for Grandpa Song.

"Do you see the car behind the tree with the eagle?" Jingbao suggested.

"I saw it, I saw it. I also saw my grandmother. She was wearing a mask and a wig, and she had a food box in her hand. What were they doing in that building?"

"I recognize those two words. That means hotel." Jingbao said again.

"Hmm...hotel, what is that for?" Xingbao was curious.

"A place to sleep."

"Did Grandpa Song and Grandma go to sleep secretly?" Xingbao asked a hundred thousand questions and looked at his brother with big eyes.

"Silly girl! Grandma can only sleep with Grandpa, and Grandpa Song can only sleep with Grandma Song, just like Daddy can only sleep with Mommy." Jingbao explained the situation to his sister very seriously.

"I know. That is to eat delicious food without telling Grandma Song. Otherwise, why would Grandma carry a lunch box?" Xingbao looked like I was super smart.

Jingbao looked at her with a look that said, "Don't say you're my sister." "That's something only a fool would do."

"Then what are Grandma and Grandpa Song doing there?" Xingbao asked again.

Hearing his sister's endless questions, Jingbao put down the small telescope, supported his little head with one hand helplessly, and planned to use action to stop his sister from talking.

"How about we go and take a look sometime?"

Xingbao said crisply, "Hey, silly boy, why don't we just ask grandma directly?"

Jingbao had an even bigger headache: "If grandma could tell, would she secretly wear a mask?" As he spoke, he touched his chin with his little hand and said seriously.

"I think grandma must be sending food to someone."

Xingbao's eyes rolled and he jumped up excitedly: "Could it be Aunt Qianxun?"

That morning, grandma heard Aunt Chihiro.

"Impossible. Grandma said that Aunt Chihiro Jie is on a business trip somewhere else."

"Could that be our new mom? The 'small' auntie!"

Jingbao couldn't help but think of what his grandfather said a few days ago when he and his sister sneaked into his grandfather's room.

'Xiaoxiao is going to Huai County too, all right...'

It must be the bad grandfather who arranged for the new mother to live secretly in the hotel. Maybe she has used some means to get pregnant with father's child.

He had heard it all. In the past, the women who came to his father for blind dates wanted most to give birth to his child so that they could be his mother.

The more Jingbao thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and his little face turned dark.

No! He had to think of a way to secretly go and take a look. If it was really the new mom, he and his sister would find a way to scare her away.

Aunt Chihiro is their real mother!

Jingbao made up his mind and pulled his sister over to whisper.

Xingbao leaned over and listened. After a while, the expression on her face became varied: angry, sad, anxious. After her brother finished speaking, she nodded with determination.

"it is good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Qiong came in with a lunch box. She was very curious when she saw the brother and sister standing face to face on the balcony.

"What are you two doing standing there? Are you done with the painting?"

The two little ones both nodded, but their eyes fell on their grandmother's hair.

Xie Qiong was confused by their looks.

"Why are you looking at grandma like that? Is there something on her head?"

Xie Qiong was puzzled, but still reached out to pull her hair.

She took off her wig and makeup in the car.