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

Chapter 128: Shameless Xing Ming Yu

When Jiang Qianxun woke up naturally, he touched his cell phone and took a look. The time was almost eleven o'clock in the morning.

She slept for a long time.

Being pregnant is no longer like being a human being. The moment my stomach woke up, it started to rumble. The two babies are hungry and need their mother to replenish their nutrition quickly.

Jiang Qianxun lifted the quilt, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and took two seconds to compose herself. When she walked out of the bedroom door, she felt her body was just like the night she experienced at Huai County Hotel. Afterwards, her waist and legs were sore.

It feels like the discomfort I felt every time I had my period, but it's bearable.

At this time, she thought Xing Mingyu had already gone to the company. With the project imminent, this man would be indispensable for all meetings, big and small.

Unexpectedly, I walked out of the bedroom with one hand covering my sore waist and abdomen. When I looked up, I ran into the man in a suit standing on the north terrace.

He looked like he hadn't slept the whole night, and also like he hadn't done any physical work last night.

The man was wearing a black suit, which seemed to have been newly changed in the morning. It was straight without a wrinkle, a white shirt, and a blue striped tie that was neatly tied.

He looked abstinent and noble, and when he heard the voice, the deep eyes that glanced at her were also a bit serious and solemn.

But what was incongruous was that he was standing on the north terrace smoking.

Jiang Qianxun stood at the door of the bedroom, separated by the dining room and kitchen not far away, as well as the large glass window separating the house from the terrace. She saw Xing Mingyu with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, smoking it half-heartedly.

Because the long fingers of the hand holding the cigarette also lifted up the medium-sized white lace bra on the small clothes drying rack in front of him...

"..."

Jiang Qianxun felt heavy and just wanted to go to the bathroom quickly.

From the moment she went in to the moment she came out, she didn't find anything unusual in the bathroom. The white washbasin was placed in its original place without a single drop of water stain, and the towel that she had soaked with to wipe Xing Mingyu's face last night was also neatly placed where it belonged.

During the short period of living together, Jiang Qianxun felt that Xing Mingyu was undoubtedly excellent in one aspect, which was that he was extremely neat.

After washing her face, Jiang Qianxun walked out of the bathroom.

Xing Mingyu was standing in the dining room. In the less than ten minutes it took her to go to the bathroom and wash her face, a sumptuous breakfast was already on the table.

It should have been sent from outside.

The packaging looks different from ordinary takeout.

There are multi-grain porridge, millet porridge, white rice porridge, steamed buns, pies, egg dumplings, sandwiches, panini, soy milk, bird's nest... There are complete varieties, and it seems that the main point is that there is always one that suits her.

"..."

Jiang Qianxun was stunned.

Xing Mingyu said, "If you need anything else, Uncle Song is downstairs and can quickly get someone to bring it up."

Jiang Qianxun didn't feel touched, but it was better than a man who was heartless and ungrateful after getting out of bed.

The breakfast was indeed the most sumptuous meal she had ever had in her twenty years of life, but it seemed like compensation for the torture she had endured for half the night before.

Jiang Qianxun sat down and prepared to have breakfast.

He never raised his head to look at the man who was looking down at him as if he was on standby. How noble he was.

"Isn't it a waste if you buy so much for breakfast and can't finish it?" Jiang Qianxun said this deliberately. Not only did she not appreciate him arranging breakfast, she also condemned his behavior.

It's no wonder that she couldn't figure it out. When Xing Mingyu came back drunk, he was so shaky that his friends had to help him into the house. He also said that his heart was not good after drinking too much alcohol.

But when doing that kind of thing, Jiang Qianxun didn't notice that he looked like a drunkard at all, nor did she feel that his body looked like his heart was in trouble.

The sun was shining brightly, and Xing Mingyu's deep facial features were cold yet handsome. At this moment, under the gentle cover of the sun, he showed a touch of elegance that was different from his usual self.

He stared at the little woman on the table with his dark eyes, and said patiently, "It won't be wasted. You eat first, and I'll eat the rest after you finish."

Jiang Qianxun finally found a point to criticize him, but it was like punching cotton.

After swallowing a mouthful of bird's nest, Jiang Qianxun said, "You can't finish so much."

She picked out nutritious food for her child, but he could only eat a bowl of bird's nest and a few steamed dumplings... Could Xing Mingyu really finish the rest by himself?

During her years in the countryside, she had seen middle-aged men doing farm work eating a lot, but Xing Mingyu was different. He used his brain and ate all the leftovers. How was this possible? It was too exaggerated.

Xing Mingyu opened a cup of vinegar with his big hands with distinct knuckles, saying, "When a man works hard, he will eat a lot."

"..."

"cough!"

Jiang Qianxun was speechless for a second, then after he reacted, he choked.

After finally recovering, she couldn't help but look up at Xing Mingyu, but she only saw a serious and calm look on the man's face. It didn't look like he was deliberately saying such words to her.

While eating, Jiang Qianxun wondered if she was too sensitive and overthinking.

However, he remembered that she loved to dip her dumplings in vinegar...

She picked up a steamed bun with her chopsticks. It looked thin-skinned and delicious. She didn't want to eat it too much in front of Xing Mingyu, who seemed very satisfied with this breakfast.

Jiang Qianxun: "I don't like being watched while I'm eating. Can you please go and do your thing..."

Xing Mingyu took out a tissue with his slender and clean hands, wiped his fingers, then nodded and walked towards the study with his long legs.

"..."

Jiang Qianxun then slowly ate the dumplings on her chopsticks, dipping them in vinegar. She had to admit that this breakfast really appealed to her appetite.

Xing Mingyu was sitting in the study with a laptop and documents on his desk.

After sitting down, I took a business call and signed a few documents during the process.

When Jiang Qianxun finally finished her breakfast and came to the study door to find him, he had read more than half of the document in his hand and looked up at the little woman who had something to say.

Xing Mingyu asked: "Have you finished breakfast?"

Jiang Qianxun stared at the man on the other side of the desk. He looked very serious and devoted when working, so he seemed indifferent.

Taking the time to ask her this question, he sounded like a proud and arrogant superior asking a subordinate.

Jiang Qianxun endured the soreness in her waist and abdomen, and looked directly at the man with her clear eyes: "I want to say that you will not compete with me for the custody of the child in the future... I need a more formal guarantee."

A verbal promise from a man when he's high on sex is completely useless.

For the sake of her children, she had to bring this matter up and explain it clearly.

The Xing family is a wealthy and prominent family. Even if Xing Mingyu gave the guarantee, his parents and grandparents probably would not allow the child to be raised alone by his mother outside.

Xing Mingyu frowned, but was not angry when his character was questioned. He whispered, "Then tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The voice was low and gentle enough, and it sounded more like coaxing than asking for a solution.

However, Xing Mingyu himself was not even aware of this subconscious lowering of his posture.

Jiang Qianxun thought very clearly that the promise could not be made verbally, because that verbal promise happened in bed. If it was told to others in the future, everyone would think that it was something a man said when he was horny, and anyone who believed it would be a fool.

She didn't want to be the fool.

Jiang Qianxun said bluntly: "I want you to take a video as evidence."

Videos cannot be faked. If they are fake, it is easy to identify with the current level of technology.

When Xing Mingyu was sober, she made a promise word for word and recorded it as evidence. Even if the Xing family's legal team became more powerful or influential one day, she would just post this video online.

Public opinion will condemn him as a bully who only cares about sowing seeds, giving birth to children, but ruthlessly separates mother and child.

"Okay." Xing Mingyu's voice was a little hoarse: "Write the manuscript and I'll read it word for word, so that you won't say I'm not serious enough and find fault with me everywhere."

After saying this, the man held the pen in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Qianxun: “…”

Why did she feel like this man was saying that she was being pretentious and troublesome?

One thing is one thing. If he agrees to read the script he wrote, Jiang Qianxun will be very happy, because when it comes to matters involving major interests, only he will think about himself.

If you rely on others, you may pay a heavy price.

In the past twenty years, Jiang Qianxun has placed his hopes on too many people since he was a child, but all of them have been disappointed.

Jiang Qianxun said frankly, "I'm not trying to embarrass you on purpose. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Your friend did something nasty like snatching a child. I can't guarantee that you will do the same in the future. If that happens, I won't be able to cry at all."

Xing Mingyu nodded and said seriously: "I understand that you are insecure about raising a child. It's up to you to decide what to do and what to do."

"..."

Jiang Qianxun was a little surprised at the man's attitude.

But she remained rational and sober, and recorded the video evidence first.

Without wasting a second, Jiang Qianxun went to the computer to write the manuscript, then printed it out and handed it to Xing Mingyu who had already walked out of the study and went to the dining table to eat breakfast.

The man held the manuscript in his long, slender hands and read it silently while taking a big bite of the panini in his hand.

Jiang Qianxun noticed that he was actually eating the remaining half of her panini.

"no problem."

“That’s what I ate…”

Two voices rang out together, one in a low voice, the other in anger and humiliation.

Eyes facing each other.

After half a night of tender entanglement, Jiang Qianxun did not feel any closer to him. Instead, she felt even more embarrassed, blushing and her heart was beating fast because she had seen certain aspects of men.

It feels even more unfamiliar than when we meet normally.

To put it simply, it is probably a sense of shame that is at work.

When it comes to matters between men and women, Jiang Qianxun is not a very open-minded woman.

Xing Mingyu finished the last bite of the panini, picked up the napkin, and wiped his mouth elegantly before turning around to respond to the question from the child's mother in front of him: "It's just breakfast. I ate your saliva repeatedly for most of the night last night."

"..."

With a bang, Jiang Qianxun's brain exploded.

Not only did his face feel hot and his head feel dizzy, but his fingers were also sore and weak, and the palms of his curled up hands were hot.

Why is this man so serious and shameless?

"Shameless." Jiang Qianxun said this, turned around and went back to the room.

After closing the door, Jiang Qianxun thought of the important matter through the door, adjusted his breathing, opened the door again and said: "Xing Mingyu, you have taken all the advantages you should take. Go to the company now and record a video and send it to me. Memorize it, don't use a script."

When I got the manuscript, I could tell at a glance that I was being directed by someone and it wasn't coming from my heart.

How could words coming from the heart require a manuscript?

After saying that, Jiang Qianxun closed the door, lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and calmed down. The sore feeling in her waist became more and more intense.

I couldn't sleep at this time. My mind kept thinking about it, and all I could think about was how horrible it was to be in this bed last night...

"Oh my God, Jiang Qianxun, what are you thinking about?" Realizing that there were more and more scenes and the scale was becoming more and more shocking, Jiang Qianxun quickly squeezed her hot face and mouth with both hands.