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

Chapter 151 You are jealous too

After fully understanding the relationship between the two, Jiang Qianxun forced herself to erase the man from her mind. When her mood gradually calmed down, sleepiness finally came.

She wiped away the tears that had dried in the wind from the corners of her eyes and slowly closed her eyes.

But she was restless in her dreams. She kept thinking about the troubles she had before going to bed. She slept for a few hours and woke up for half an hour. She didn't even eat the late-night snacks that Uncle Jiang prepared for her.

She didn't know how much time had passed until Meng Zixi's energetic voice was heard outside the door. She opened her eyes in confusion and found that it was already dawn.

"Boss, are you awake? I'm coming in."

Although her sleep quality was poor, she slept long enough and was still in good spirits. She touched her rumbling stomach, sat up, and said, "Come in."

As soon as the door opened, Meng Zixi rushed over with a smile and hugged her: "It feels so good to see the boss as soon as I get up."

Seeing her best friend so happy, Jiang Qianxun felt that all the bad mood from last night was swept away.

She pushed her friend away and rubbed her friend's face: "It would be even better if I could eat the breakfast you brought as soon as I got up. Your godson or goddaughter is hungry."

"That's easy." Meng Zixi went to the closet and got her a plaid coat to put on. "Go wash up quickly. I'll bring it to you. Brother Zheng is frying salmon for you."

Jiang Qianxun was stunned: "Brother Zheng really did it?"

Meng Zixi raised his eyebrows: "Did you order this dish?"

Jiang Qianxun shook his head and briefly recounted what happened last night.

Meng Zixi suddenly realized: "I thought he would go to the kitchen himself before leaving."

Thinking of Chen Zheng wearing an apron and frying salmon this morning, his cautious and smiling appearance, Meng Zixi realized for the first time that the college nerd also has the potential to be a househusband.

Jiang Qianxun only noticed the word "departure" and asked while squeezing toothpaste: "Departure? Where did they go?"

"Didn't you say last night that you would report to the company in a few days? They took advantage of their free time to go out and meet with relatives and friends in China. You are pregnant, and since you didn't get up, they didn't say hello to you. So they asked me to notify you."

Jiang Qianxun put the toothbrush in her mouth and nodded: "It should be."

As for why Meng Zixi didn't go to visit relatives with everyone, she didn't ask, but just stopped Meng Zixi who was about to go downstairs: "Wait a minute, I'll go downstairs with you to eat."

After half an hour.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Qianxun and Meng Zixi each put on a coat of the same color and a plaid scarf and sat on the stone bench in the garden to bask in the sun.

Meng Zixi was a person who could not sit still. After a while, she became a little restless. She looked up and saw the bright sunshine in early winter through the gaps between her fingers. She raised her eyebrows and reached out to take out her mobile phone.

"If you sit down any longer, I'll be bored. Boss, just sit still and let me take a picture of you!"

Jiang Qianxun had no choice but to follow her lead. She put her hands on her belly and posed.

"Okay, just leave it as a souvenir for me."

Meng Zixi took out his cell phone and took more than a dozen photos. When he opened the album, he felt disgusted again.

"It's so ugly. I can handle a complex composition like a building, but I can't handle a photo this small! It turns out that professional things should be done by professionals."

Halfway through the conversation, Meng Zixi suddenly had an idea and pulled Jiang Qianxun up: "Why don't we go take some maternity photos?"

Maternity photos?

After all, it was her first time as a mother. Jiang Qianxun was stunned for a long time before she realized that there was such a thing. She touched her belly and thought that this might be the only time she would be pregnant in her life. She also wanted to record the appearance of her unborn child, so she nodded.

"Okay, then let's shoot two stages, first the second trimester, then the third trimester, but I don't know which photography studio is good."

Meng Zixi carefully helped her up: "Ask Aunt Lan and Uncle Jiang first. Let's go."

Villa living room.

When Aunt Lan heard that Jiang Qianxun was going to take maternity photos, she immediately put down her work and listed for her all the photo studios she knew, several of which had been mentioned by several dancing friends who had grandchildren.

Next to them, Uncle Jiang saw that Yu Lan was busy with something, so he took the feather duster she put down and cleaned for her, while listening to the three ladies comparing which one had better photography skills.

When he heard them pointing at the store's official website and talking about which photos of parents and babies were well taken, he suddenly had an idea and quietly took out his cell phone and sent a message to Lao Song.

On the other side, the Xing Group.

As soon as the door of the conference room opened, Xing Mingyu walked out with his long legs.

Behind him, Assistant Zhou followed fearfully with documents and notebooks in his arms, fearing that if he didn't follow a step further, he would be glared at by his boss.

Yes, this time he didn’t just pack up and leave, but was stabbed directly.

Because when he woke up, the air pressure on his boss was colder than the breeze in the Pacific Ocean. Although he didn't know what happened, he had a premonition that anyone who dared to offend him would be in trouble.

He still wants to live.

Unexpectedly, the more he feared something, the more it happened. He followed the man into the office tremblingly and reported the next itinerary. Just because he accidentally mispronounced a word, the man frowned and his handsome expression looked very unfriendly.

"You haven't gotten over the jet lag?"

Meeting the man's cold gaze, Assistant Zhou's tongue was almost tied: "Yes... yes, I read it wrong. I'm sorry, sir."

He didn't want to lie, but he wanted his life more.

"Go out and have a good rest first, and let Uncle Song come up!"

"Yes!" When Assistant Zhou heard that he could go out, he didn't dare to ask any further questions. He ran out with the documents and computer as if he had been pardoned.

Ten minutes later, Uncle Song walked in with a cell phone.

"Sir, are you planning to go to City T in advance to negotiate with Mr. Smither?"

City T is not far away, only two hours' drive away, and Mr. Smith is also the next destination. When Uncle Song heard Mr. Smith calling him, he intuitively thought that Mr. Smith was about to leave.

The man just sat there, his brown eyes narrowed gloomily, and he took out a cigarette and turned it over on his slender knuckles, but he was in no hurry to light it.

Uncle Song was a little stunned when he saw that he had no reaction. Until he saw the gentleman's eyes inadvertently glance at his mobile phone, he immediately understood. As one of the few people who knew about it, he didn't hide it anymore.

"Sir, you want to ask what Director An is doing? Lao Jiang just sent a message saying that Director An and her friends are choosing where to take maternity photos."

The man paused with the cigarette between his slender fingers, a look of doubt flashed across his handsome face: "Maternity photos?"

Uncle Song was an experienced person after all, so he immediately patiently explained the situation to him.

"Ah, the personal photos of pregnant women, wedding photos of pregnant women, and photos of pregnant women and their future fathers are all called maternity photos."

The man frowned: "How can a pregnant woman take photos?"

"Yes, maternity photos are very warm. Pregnant women only need to wear light makeup, or they can go without makeup. Put on maternity clothes, and the photographer will take pictures of the bulging belly and happy and satisfied expression of the expectant mother, or some fashionable and avant-garde photos. Some will even take pictures of the bulging belly as a souvenir."

As Uncle Song was speaking, he had already begun imagining the scene of the stunning Director An taking photos with her big belly, with a fatherly smile on her face.

It was not until he felt the atmosphere around him suddenly solidify that he came to his senses and looked at the man with a dark face.

After several seconds, the man frowned and said coldly: "How can you be naked in front of outsiders!"

"...Sir, maternity photos only show the belly."

Are you jealous of this too?

Xing Mingyu stopped talking, sat on the seat with his long legs, and did not make any next move. After a while, he uttered a few words.

“How can we commemorate our children without their father?”

Uncle Song was speechless. They were mainly commemorating the pregnant woman’s big belly. What does it have to do with you?

But he didn't dare say it.

Last time, he failed to assist and instead caused his husband to become a complete workaholic. Assistant Zhou just cried for help, and he didn't dare to say anything more for fear of making things worse.

Seeing that Uncle Song was silent, Xing Mingyu looked down and saw that his phone was also silent. He became more and more annoyed and stood up and told Uncle Song: "Go to T City."

"Yes."

So for the next five days, including Saturday, Xing Mingyu started his workaholic mode again. During this period, Assistant Zhou was replaced by Uncle Song. The purpose was obvious: to ask him to report the whereabouts of Director An.

Uncle Jiang is responsible for reporting on the diet.

It’s true, I have to balance work and life.

But even though the gentleman cared so much, he refused to call Director An or go back to the villa to take a look. He also refused to answer calls from Mr. or Mrs. Xing. He only cared about working and didn't care even if his eyes turned red from staying up all night.

The only time he would relax a little was when he reported Director An's situation every day. When he heard that Director An's maternity photos had not been taken yet, the gloom in his eyes finally faded a little.

Uncle Song looked at it for several days and finally understood it.

This arrogant man needed a stepping stone, but Director An refused to give it to him.

"Hey, how can your body bear it if you continue like this?"

Early on Sunday morning, when Uncle Song received a call from his husband asking him to drive him back to the company to work overtime, he couldn't help but sigh.

Just when he was worried, suddenly, a phone call came in, and it was from his wife.

"lady?"

"Old Song, send me the location of the Jiang family villa."

......

Twenty minutes later, at the Jiang family villa.

Uncle Jiang took the water pipe handed to him by Aunt Lan and was watering the bouquets in the garden.

"Old Jiang, be careful with the amount of water you use. The weather is dry in autumn. If you water the flowers too much at once, they will die. Miss will not be able to enjoy the flowers. I have you to blame."

Uncle Jiang sprinkled the water carefully with the hose, and said in a lighter tone: "Yes, yes, if there is one missing, I will just tear the head off and plant a new one for you, okay?"

After finally easing the tension, Uncle Jiang kept responding. When he saw Yu Lan glance at him indifferently and turn to go into the house, he suddenly spoke.

"Other flowers are fine, but this dahlia seems to need more watering. Am I remembering it wrong?"

Auntie Lan turned around and walked back when she heard this, snatching the hose and saying, "No! This is how you need to water the flowers."

Uncle Jiang looked at the person who returned to him with gentle eyes. He held the water pipe for her and listened carefully to her teaching him how to water the flowers.

The two figures standing together are particularly harmonious.

At the entrance of the villa, Xie Qiong just stepped out of the Xing family's car in high heels and saw this scene.

Uncle Jiang heard the sound of a car and shifted his gaze away from Yu Lan. When he saw the lady coming down from the door, he paused, motioned for Yu Lan to put the water pipe away, and then he walked over quickly.

"Madam? Why are you here?"

Mother Song carried the things in the trunk and took out the big and small bags of gifts. When she saw an acquaintance, she waved to them.

"Madam is here to see the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Old Jiang, please come over and help carry the things to the Jiang family villa."

Are you here to see Director An?

Uncle Jiang was stunned for a moment, uttered a sigh, and hurried over to help.

Fifteen minutes later.

In the Jiang family's living room, Xie Qiong was sitting in the middle of the living room, and Aunt Lan was serving her tea.

"Mrs. Xing, please try my new tea."

Next to them, Uncle Jiang was counting the gifts sent by Madam Xing for Aunt Lan. When he smelled the black tea, he quickly put down his paper and pen and came over to stop Aunt Lan.

"Madam doesn't like black tea, I'll go get some Pu'er tea instead."

Aunt Lan didn't know how to entertain this polite and superior lady. When she heard Uncle Jiang say this, she gave him a grateful look and went over to continue counting the gifts.

Although Madam Xing is the grandmother of the future young lady or young master, the eldest lady has not yet entered the Xing family. Whether or not to accept these gifts and how to accept them are all decisions that can only be made by the eldest lady. The only thing she can do is to count them clearly to avoid any mistakes in the quantity, which would embarrass the eldest lady.

Sitting in the main seat, Xie Qiong saw Lao Jiang's attitude towards the Jiang family's nanny and immediately understood something. She was also very relieved.

This old employee who has devoted his entire life to the Xing family finally has a home, and she is truly happy for him.

But when Xie Qiong thought about her son's affairs, she began to have a headache again. When Uncle Jiang brought the best Pu'er tea, she could no longer bear it and asked in a low voice.

"Why can't I see Chihiro? She's not home?"

Almost a week had passed since she scolded her son on the day he returned to China, and her stupid son not only hadn't come to see Chihiro, he even refused to answer her calls.

She was so anxious that she took advantage of the weekend to come to Jiang's house, intending to personally coax her future daughter-in-law.

But she had been here for almost half an hour, and seeing that the old iron tree of Lao Jiang had blossomed, but no sign of her future daughter-in-law, how could she not be anxious.

Uncle Jiang filled the teapot, served the freshly made snacks, and pointed upstairs: "Director An is here. She is having a meeting with her partners. Do you need me to invite her down for you?"

Study room on the third floor.

Jiang Qianxun sat on a leather chair behind the desk, introducing the business of the Huawen Group and the situation of several senior executives to seven friends who were sitting in a row on the sofa opposite.

There is not much to introduce about the business sector. Huawen was once glorious and the company covered a wide range of businesses, but at present, apart from the profitable Huaixian project she is handling, there is nothing else to see.

So she mainly introduced the architectural design section, which is her best.

And since everyone here is an elite in the industry, it makes the introduction even easier.

She mainly has to introduce several senior executives to everyone. Know yourself and know your enemy.

"Mr. Chen and Mr. An are the company's veterans. Even though they usually fight, they still know what to do when it comes to the company's interests. There's no need to worry about these people."

Jiang Qianxun swiped through the photos of several old shareholders on the tablet one by one, and finally stopped at an enlarged photo.

"You have to be careful of the next three. The first one is Jiang Wenyuan. My so-called father, the person in charge of Huawen, was originally the largest shareholder of Huawen. After I took away his 35% of the shares, he currently holds 30% of the shares, second only to me."

"But his ability is limited. He is not qualified to compete with me for the position of chairman at the end of the year. But because of this, he hates me to the core, and his attitude towards you will not be any better. You should be mentally prepared."

When it comes to the Jiang family, Meng Zixi is the first one who can't contain himself.

"You need to first tell everyone in detail about your scumbag father's 'glorious life', and by the way, tell us about your heartless stepmother as well. Otherwise, how can we help you torture them?"