Gu Qingcheng didn't drive directly to Ganlu Temple, but instead drove around the city first with his windows open, letting the cold wind blow in and making his already messy hair even more disheveled.

  In the distance is a dark shadow. The tree shadows are swaying.

  It wasn't until nearly midnight that Gu Qingcheng drove onto the mountain road, where the trees towered above, their shadows dancing in the dim light of the street lamps. Although there were lights along the way, they didn't provide much illumination on this deep autumn night, and the road was not very bright.

  Gu Qingcheng slowed down the car and stopped at a villa area at the end of the mountain road, then opened the black iron gate and drove in, getting out to hike up the mountain.

  Ganlu Temple is the residence of Gu Qingcheng's mother, Shen Wanjun, since her divorce from Gu Zhenyu due to his infidelity. After returning to the Shen family, she soon fell ill and moved to Ganlu Temple, not far from the Shen family home.

  Gu Qingcheng arrived at the mountain, in front of Ganlu Temple, where Shen Guan's family was waiting.

  "Second Young Master."

  Shen Guan's family Shen Jun slightly bowed his head.

  Just like the old people who have always been in the Shen family, they are used to calling Gu Qingcheng "Second Young Master".

  Although Gu Qingcheng didn't have the surname Shen, at the beginning, Shen Zhou insisted on letting Gu Qingcheng be ranked among the young masters of the Shen family, and he was the only one who was a nominal younger master to enter the Shen family. At that time, it also caused opposition from the uncles and elders of the Shen family, but they still nodded in agreement due to Shen Zhou's power.

  Gu Qingcheng followed Shen Jun behind him, passing through a lush courtyard to a wing room in the back.

  The wing room where Shen Wanjun lived was not like the general temple wing room. The exterior is an ancient design, but inside the wing room, it's like a hotel suite, because Shen Wanjun has been living here for many years, her wing room is more comfortable.

  This Ganlu Temple, Shen Zhou had invested a large sum of money before, and even had a courtyard in the back, later the abbot named it Wan Jun Garden, just to thank Shen Zhou.

  Shen Wanjun's conditions here are not bad. Moreover, because of Dr. Dero, a German, and a team of medical experts also come and go frequently, this can be considered the back garden of Shen's family.

  Gu Qingcheng didn't often come here. Firstly, he was afraid that if he came, his mother, whose emotions were already unstable, would be startled. Secondly, there was no need for him to come over.

  Shen Zhou stood in the courtyard, his hands clasped behind him, his tall figure stretched out by the light and shadow.

  Shen Zhou was young, and because of his status as the heir to the MSC Group, as well as his handsome appearance, many women from prominent families sought to marry him. However, Shen Zhou did not get married until he was 29 years old, when he held a wedding banquet with Yu's family daughter, who was already eight months pregnant at the time.

  Gu Qingcheng walked over and stopped half a step away from Shen Zhou's side, saying: "Uncle."

  "Shen Zhou said: 'You're too late, your mother has already gone to sleep.'"

  "We'll wait till daytime and then come see Mother."

  Shen Zhou turned around, his face gloomy. "Now your mother needs to be controlled during the day in order to stabilize her emotions. If you want to see your mom, come over now at night. Don't call and then arrive two hours later, it's already past midnight. Do you think your mom won't sleep and will wait for you?"

  Gu Qingcheng's face was expressionless as he said, "She's not in good spirits, so I won't come then."

  Shen Zhou turned around and directly slapped Gu Qingcheng, hitting his face so hard that it twisted to the side. His tone was furious, as if he really meant it when he said, "What kind of talk is this? Don't make your mother regret giving birth to a son like you!"

  Gu Qingcheng turned around, with a hint of coolness on his face: "When I wanted to see you, I wasn't allowed to come. Now that I don't want to come and disturb you, isn't that okay?"

  "Pointing at the gate, Shen Zhou said: 'Not coming back? Fine! Then you can leave now and never come back again!'"

  "Right now I can't leave, I want to see Dr. De Rohan," said Gu Qingcheng.

  Shen Zhou was clearly not lightly affected by Gu Qingcheng's words, and after hearing this sentence, he began to cough violently while clutching his chest, his whole body trembling.

  Shen Jun hastily stepped forward and supported Shen Zhou, patting his back: "Master."

  Gu Qingcheng stood still on the spot, without moving, until the coughing sound stopped.

  Shen Zhou's face turned red due to a severe cough, and it took a while for the abnormal flush to fade away. He gave Gu Qingcheng a cold glance before turning around and leaving.

  Gu Qingcheng stood in the courtyard for a while without leaving, but instead walked towards Dr. De Luo's bedroom which he had seen before.

  Dr. De Luo is used to doing some research at night, when it's quiet and peaceful, which is also the best time for inspiration.

  When Gu Qingcheng arrived, the doctor had not yet fallen asleep and had just finished a report on spiritual studies.

  There came a knock at the door.

  Dr. De walked to the position by the door, opened the door, and saw Gu Qingcheng, with a look of surprise in his eyes, "Kai Er, you're here?"

  Gu Qingcheng nodded and slipped in from outside the door.

  Dr. Dro has been in China for three years, but Chinese is still a mess, and all communication is done in English without translation.

  Dr. De gave Mr. Gu a cup of self-made health tea, which was his favorite DIY way since he came to China.

  Gu Qingcheng sat down on a khaki-colored fabric sofa, his eyes focusing on a very large and thick curtain on the window.

  "Quick, try some of my tea."

  It's hard to refuse the kindness, Gu Qing Cheng picked up this cup of dark green health tea, put it on his lips and moistened them, slightly furrowed his brow, and then put it down again.

  As Dr. De Luo asked if Gu Qingcheng was good to drink, Gu Qingcheng had already spoken first: "Doctor, I want to ask, in my case..."

  Dr. De Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, a kind of professional academic crazy person, when seeing the research object, will appear a special bright light.

  "Kai Er, how have you been feeling lately? Have you felt uncomfortable?"

  Gu Qingcheng said: "I feel like, my mother's mental illness has been passed down to me..."

  Dr. De rolled his eyes and slapped the tea table: "Yes! But I've suppressed it for you, you've had it before..."

  Dr. Droe suddenly paused halfway through his speech, raised an eyebrow and furrowed his brow, with three deep lines etched on his forehead.

  "Huh?"

  Gu Qingcheng furrowed his brow and repeated: "What's going on with the suppression?"

  Dr. De Luo stopped mid-sentence before asking Gu Qingcheng, "Nothing, nothing, hehe, what kind of feeling do you have now? Tell me first."

  Gu Qingcheng thought for half a minute, until Dr. De Luo couldn't wait any longer, before saying: "Sometimes I feel like there's a force inside me that's out of control and rushing around, but most of the time it's not."

  Only when he saw Yang Mianxiao, the uncontrollable feeling that came from the first glance made him feel strange. However, as time went by, this uncontrolled power was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning.

  Dr. De Luo waved his hand and said, "It's normal, it doesn't matter, everyone has impulsive moments."

  Gu Qingcheng didn't think so, he knew that Dr. De Luo should have signed some kind of confidentiality agreement with Shen Zhou, and there were some things he couldn't tell him.

  But it did not prevent him from exploring on his own.

  Now he very much wants to directly use his own conclusions to pierce through Dr. Dero's disguise, but it is not the right time yet.

  He narrowed his eyes: "Doctor, I have another question. For people like me or my mother, if it's hereditary, what are the chances of passing it on to future generations?"

  Dr. De Luo has been engaged in spiritual research for twenty years, during which he has done various data integration. He opens the laptop placed on one side, pulls out a database from it, and scrolls down to the last line, displaying a number 63.2% in the box.

  "How much?"

  "Sixty-three point two percent," Dr. Dero pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose, "this is what I've found from analyzing cases worldwide, and in reality, the number should be higher. Just yesterday, a French woman called me saying her daughter has similar symptoms too. Once your mother's condition stabilizes here, I'll have to make another trip to France. However, the ratio of influence from congenital factors, environmental influences, and emotional factors remains high."

  A ratio of more than sixty percent.

  Gu Qingcheng sat in the room for a while before getting up and bidding farewell.

  Dr. De sent Gu Qingcheng to the door and waited until he left for half an hour before registering Shen Wanjun's research data, when he received a call from Shen Zhou.

  ………………

  Gu Qingcheng returned to Yang Fuxiao's ward at 3 am.

  The hospital corridor was eerily quiet, as if it led directly to the morgue from the stairs. The eerie and mysterious atmosphere permeated deep into one's bones.

  Yang Fuxiao's ward was not locked from the inside, and Gu Qingcheng opened it with a light turn from the outside.

  Actually, Yang used to lock the door at night and felt safe, but now he leaves the door open for Gu Qingcheng every evening, so if he comes back, he can enter directly.

  He came back late. If he saw Yang Yu Xiang sleeping, he wouldn't want to disturb her and would go sleep on the folding bed instead.

  However, Yang said: "You sleep with me, I only feel at ease when I'm holding you."

  Anyway, she's pregnant now and should avoid all intimate activities. Even if they're on the same bed, there are things that can't be done, let alone other things. Let Gu Qingcheng endure some torment for once.

  Gu Qingcheng's movements were very light, the door closed, walked in, stood by the bed for a long time, until all the cold air on his body had dissipated, before getting into bed, and wrapped his arms around Yang Duxiao's waist from behind.

  Yang Mosheng was originally a light sleeper, and since Gu Qingcheng hadn't returned, she wasn't in a deep sleep. As soon as Gu Qingcheng came up, she woke up.

  "It was me," said Gu Qingcheng.

  She dazedly opened her eyes and snuggled into Gu Qingcheng's arms, finding a more comfortable position to continue sleeping.

  The bed in a single room is big enough and now it's no problem for two people to sleep together.

  Gu Qingcheng's gaze fell on Yang Fuxiao's hair, and then he looked up at the window, the black night sky seemed vast and distant.

  ………………

  Yang Fuxiao is resting in the hospital, except for Meng Xi and a few close friends who know the truth. At work, she has taken family leave, saying that she has returned to her hometown. Of course, when Shen Jiaoyu called her, she also said the same thing.

  "I'll be back next week, can I contact you then?"

  Shen Jia-yu said: "Alright, take good care of yourself and don't catch a cold."

  "Hmm!"

  Shen Jia-yu's concern always made Yang Mu-xiao feel like a spring breeze, while Gu Qing-cheng was good to her but never spoke of it, possibly due to the distance between them.

  Yang Mu Xiao sometimes feels quite strange, clearly they are cousins, but their personalities differ a lot.

  Meng Xi often comes to the hospital to see Yang Fu Xiao. Each time, he brings Yang Fu Xiao some delicious and nutritious food that she has never had before, even though she is already grown up.

  "I knew it, I knew you'd like it."

  Meng Xi sat on the edge of the bed and casually pulled open the drawer, taking out a fruit knife from inside.

  Suddenly, the door was kicked from outside and burst open with a loud crash.

  Yang Fu Xiao frowned.

  The person who kicked in the door was Liu Lili.

  Yang Fuxiao had forgotten, Liu Lili was also living on this floor, but because her father was under investigation for tax evasion, her mother's company was shut down for rectification, and her status had plummeted.

  In fact, the people above also turned a blind eye to this matter. This time, someone made an anonymous report, and once reported, it was reported for a month, with one anonymous letter every day. Moreover, it even shocked the NPC deputies, and the state sent special personnel to conduct a thorough investigation.

  Liu Lili's leg has recovered, otherwise she wouldn't have kicked the door with such great force.

  Yang Fuxiao's first reaction upon seeing Liu Lili was to press the button on her bedside.

  Meng Xi turned his head, glanced at Liu Lili with a slanted eye, and then turned back, saying: "Someone must have walked into the wrong ward."

  Liu Lili said: "Meng Xi, you're a damn cheap woman! I've never seen a woman like you before! Cheap woman!"

  She said, and directly pounced on Meng Xi. Meng Xi suddenly turned around, the fruit knife in his hand slid to the side, Liu Lili was shocked, "Do you still want to murder intentionally?"

  Meng Xi sneered, "Anyone can see that it was you who actively crashed into the fruit knife in my hand. I even deliberately avoided you, otherwise what would be pierced by this fruit knife wouldn't be an apple, but your shoulder."

  The doctor and nurse who heard the bell rushed over from outside and immediately pulled Liu Lili away.

  While being pulled out by the doctor and nurse, Liu Lili was still scolding Meng Xi loudly, her elegant demeanor completely gone, actually just a decorative pillowcase, inside is just a bundle of straw.

  Meng Xi thanked the nurse and closed the door of the ward, walking back to Yang Fu's bedside.

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at Meng Xi's hand and saw a cut on it, with fresh blood staining a large area of the apple. She quickly took out a cotton swab from the medical box beside her bed, "How did you cut your own hand?"

  Meng Xi seemed to have only just noticed the wound on her finger, and slightly furrowed her brow. She directly threw the apple she had peeled halfway into the trash can, took Yang Xiao's hand, and pressed down on her injured finger. "It was probably when I dodged earlier that I accidentally scratched it, no big deal, you see, now it's not even bleeding anymore."

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at Meng Xi's expression and carefully asked: "Where is Jiang Li Yang?"

  Meng Xi shook his head and turned around to hold a cup of water: "I don't care."

  Living with Liu Lili is like living with a time bomb that can go off at any moment.

  However, Yang Fuxiao felt a bit strange, didn't Gu Qingcheng arrange for someone to guard the door of the hospital room before?

  If someone is guarding it, then for a rookie like Liu Lili's level, it would be impossible to get in.

  Is there something wrong with Gu Qingcheng himself?

  Meng Xi drank a glass of water and poured some for Yang Shuoxiao, but found that there was no more hot water. The hospital room had an electric kettle that could boil water, so she plugged it in and grabbed the kettle: "I'll go get some water first."

  Meng Xi carried the thermos to the water dispenser, waiting for the light on the drinking fountain to turn red before opening the hot water and filling the bottle.

  Suddenly a figure walked over beside me, also holding a thermos flask.

  Meng Xi caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, and saw that it was Jiang Liyang.

  She didn't give anyone around her any extra looks, nor did she plan on saying anything or making any small movements.

  She can calm herself down, but it doesn't mean Jiang Liyang can also calm himself down.

  As Meng Xi was about to turn around with the water bottle, Jiang Liyang directly stretched out his arm to block Meng Xi's way.

  "Are you satisfied now?"

  Meng Xi looked straight ahead and said, "Get out of the way."

  Jiang Liyang didn't let go of his arm, "Meng Xi, I really misjudged you before. You actually used such a despicable trick. What kind of method are you going to use to deal with me this time?"

  Meng Xi smiled and looked up at Jiang Liyang, looking at this face that made people detest him, saying: "Not really, now your face is the one I hate the most. I just want to take a detour and not use any tricks anymore. I've already pulled out the thorn that you care about most in your heart. From now on, I won't even give you another glance."

  "What did you mean?"

  Jiang Liyang grasped Meng Xi's arm tightly, his eyes fixed on her. "Tell me clearly."

  "Don't you understand in your heart?" Meng Xi said, "What you like is Liu Lili herself or her family property? I remember I asked you before, and you said it was her. Well, now that they're in trouble, you can finally go love her properly and show off your elegant masculine side."

  Meng Xi shook off Jiang Liyang's arm and walked out directly.

  Would he have taken a liking to Liu Lili if she didn't have her parents' backing?

  It's impossible from the very beginning.

  Jiang Liyang looked at Meng Xi's figure and chased after her, "Everyone has added value, you can't deny everything once you've determined something. Meng Xi, what you did this time really disappointed me."

  Meng Xi didn't bother arguing with Jiang Liyang this time either, and directly walked past her, "Disappointed? Whatever."

  We've already broken up, so we're just like strangers now.

  Does disappointment from strangers have an impact on a person? Obviously, no.

  Meng Xi had already ruthlessly strangled Jiang Liyang in her heart.

  ………………

  Gu Qingcheng's power in MSC Group has been stripped away.

  The day after Gu Qingcheng went to Ganlu Temple, Shen Zhou made a swift and decisive move to adjust the positions. Although Gu Qingcheng was still in the position of Executive President, he only signed at the end for all contract matters, and whether or not he signed had little effect. If Gu Qingcheng refused to sign, Shen Zhou, as Chairman of the Board, could also sign on his behalf.

  Gu Qingcheng was reading a report about the latest developments regarding the Yang family. Upon hearing this news, he merely raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "I know."

  He had expected it all along.

  So, this also means that Yang's matter can be put aside for the time being.

  Gu Qingcheng sneered and threw the documents in his hand into a file shredder on one side.

  It's precisely because his power in the company has been stripped away that Gu Qingcheng has had time to stay with Yang Fu Xiao in the hospital for the past few days, from morning till night, for a whole three days, during which Fang Shu came once and Liu Yi Tian came twice.

  Yang Mu Xiao now finds Liu Yi Tian more infuriating than Qin Shang, especially when listening to her slightly nasal voice, the goosebumps on his body are all coming out.

  Actually, after hearing Qin Shang's baby voice, any woman who puts on this kind of voice when speaking is annoying.

  Taking advantage of Gu Qingcheng's absence from the ward, Liu Yitian waited on one side, while Yang Fuxiao crunched into an apple in her mouth.

  However, Liu Yitian and Yang Fuxiao did not have any conflicting interests, the only point of conflict was still on Gu Qingcheng's body, so they could only be in a cold war and not a hot tear.

  After two weeks of hospitalization, Yang Xiaodong's body had almost recovered and was about to be discharged. Gu Qingcheng helped her pack up some things in the ward.

  Yang Fu Xiao tilted his head and asked: "You really don't have anything going on at the company?"

  "It's okay," Gu Qingcheng said, "I'll go and take care of the formalities for you, then I'll ask the doctor about your prenatal examination schedule. When the time comes, I'll accompany you here."

  "Really?"

  Yang Xiao smiled and looked at Gu Qingcheng, her expression cute and obedient. She reached out and pinched Gu Qingcheng's face twice, "You said I'm too thin and don't have any meat on my face, but you don't have any either, it's just that your skin is thick. Go ask a doctor, I'm going to the bathroom."

  Although the turmoil within MSC was just a glimpse of the outside world's newspaper media, Yang Fuxiao also saw that Gu Qingcheng, as the executive president of Shen's industry MSC, was actually being manipulated by others.

  However, Yang Fu Xiao had also searched online and found some scattered words, as well as the information provided by Xin Man about Gu Qing Cheng, which was clearly written that Gu Qing Cheng was originally in the military, and it wasn't until three years ago after a car accident that he entered MSC, with Shen Zhou's support.

  Yang Fuxiao's mind turned, and she remembered something Yang Suxin had said to provoke her before. It seemed that Gu Qingcheng's mother lived in Ganlu Temple for some reason.

  Things may not be as simple as they seem.

  She went to the bathroom and saw that Gu Qingcheng had not returned yet, so she went to the doctor's office to look for Gu Qingcheng.

  The doctor's office is in the first office on your left.

  However, Yang Fuxiao took two steps forward and happened to pass by an office, suddenly hearing Gu Qingcheng's voice inside, so he stopped in his tracks.

  "You arrange the time for the surgery, and I'll bring her over then."

  Operation? What operation?

  The doctor's voice followed: "Just raise it for another week and you can come back next Wednesday."

  "Will it have no effect on adults?"

  "Abortions are always going to have some harm, but it can be recovered from."

  Yang's brain suddenly exploded with a loud bang.

  What did Gu Qingcheng say? He actually privately consulted with a doctor to have her get an abortion?!

  Hearing footsteps approaching from the office, Yang Xiao suddenly reacted and hastily retreated a few steps back, standing by the wall, her gaze looking out the window.

  The weather at the end of November is already very cold, and the sky at this moment presents a grayish-yellow color. Although it's noon, it looks like it's approaching dusk.

  The corridor was lit up, and on the glass surface in front of her, the outline of her figure and Gu Qingcheng walking slowly to her side were faintly reflected.

  Yang Mu Xiao raised her head and looked at Gu Qing Cheng, carefully examining his face, looking into his deep eyes, as if she didn't recognize this person anymore.

  "I've been to the toilet, is that okay?"

  Gu Qingcheng nodded slightly.

  Yang Mu Xiao took the initiative to pull Gu Qing Cheng's hand, "Then let's go."

  Her hand, at the same time as it touched Gu Qingcheng's palm, slightly curled up and relaxed for a moment before being completely enveloped by his warm and dry large hand.

  As I walked out of the hospital, the wind outside was really cold. At this moment, whether it's the sky or the howling north wind, they all shouted a momentum that seemed to be coming with wind and rain.

  Yang Mianxiao let out a sneeze as soon as he walked out of the warm hospital building.

  Gu Qingcheng took off his thick woolen coat and put it on her, supporting her waist as they walked towards the car.

  This time back, Yang Xiao naturally returned to Zi Jing Garden again.

  In Zijing Garden, Yang's luggage, which was packed two weeks ago, is still standing against the wall.

  Yang Mu Xiao saw this suitcase and suddenly felt it was ironic.

  In the evening, Aunt Li made a sumptuous dinner to celebrate Yang Shuoxiao's discharge from hospital and welcome back Shen Weiwei who returned from her trip.

  Sheng Weiwei ordered a dish containing safflower while calling Auntie Li, which was her favorite, but it was rejected by Auntie Li.

  "It can't be done."

  "What's wrong?"

  Auntie Li said: "Because pregnant women can't eat safflower."

  "Can pregnant women not eat safflower?!?" Sheng said faintly, "Wait, pregnant?!?"

  Aunt Li said: "Yes, there is a pregnant woman at home, and she's been pregnant since dawn."

  Sheng Weiwei: “......”

  The phone was silent for a moment, and Sheng Weiwei was stunned for several seconds before reacting and bursting out in a high-pitched scream: "No way!"

  But unfortunately, it is indeed so.

  Carrying a super large travel bag back, Sheng Weiwei looked at Yang Fuxiao's appearance, threw away the travel bag in her hand, walked over and circled around Yang Fuxiao twice, then stretched out her hand to touch her flat little belly, "You're also pregnant?"

  Yang brushed off the dawn and looked at Sheng Weiwei with a sideways glance, also young and carefree: "Is anyone else pregnant?"

  Sheng Weiwei said: "I... a classmate, all rushed over, haha."

  Gu Qingcheng looked at Sheng Weiwei with a few more scrutinizing glances: "Which classmate of yours?"

  "What business is it of yours which classmate I am?" Sheng rolled her eyes slightly, "You don't even know me."

  Gu Qingcheng was about to speak, but Sheng Weiwei on the side had already spoken up: "You're all pregnant, when are you planning to get a marriage certificate? Oh wait, isn't Xu Xia still Shen Jiayu's fiancée for now?"

  It's really which pot doesn't open and lift which pot, this affects mood a lot.

  Auntie Li gave Sheng Weiwei a stern look and directly pushed her upstairs to pack up her things.

  She turned around and took a look at the expression on Yang Mochen's face, seemingly not angry, that's good. Now that she's pregnant, getting angry is not only bad for her own body but also affects the fetus.

  The atmosphere of dinner was a bit strange, although there was Sheng Weiwei's chatter.

  But it's not used to talking so much, a bit unaccustomed.

  Sheng Weiwei was a bit distracted, and once even tried to pick up the dish in front of Yang Fuxiao, but ended up poking her chopsticks into Yang Fuxiao's bowl and scattering many grains of rice.

  "Oh, sorry, I didn't see it."

  Gu Qingcheng pulled out a tissue and helped Yang Duanxiao wipe away the rice grains that had been picked up by Sheng Weiwei onto his chin, then turned around and said: "Time to get glasses?"

  Sheng slightly shook his head: "I just spaced out for a moment."

  Yang Mu Xiao still wasn't used to letting Gu Qing Cheng be so good to her in front of others, and there was a hint of showing off their love. She took the tissue from Gu Qing Cheng's hand, "I can wipe it myself."

  Gu Qingcheng didn't say much either, turned sideways and placed a piece of pork ribs in Yang Moxiao's bowl.

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at this piece of pork ribs and felt a lump in his throat.

  Is it just for the sake of having an abortion next week?

  Yang Furong directly threw away the pork ribs, and the soup splashed onto the table. "I'm fed up with it, I don't want to eat."

  Gu Qingcheng's eyes dimmed slightly.

  Aunt Li also felt strange, with these three people at the dinner table, why did it feel like the atmosphere wasn't quite right.

  After dinner, taking advantage of Yang Fu's going upstairs first, Li Auntie said to Gu Qingcheng behind him: "Pregnant women generally can't help but have some emotional ups and downs. You should give in to her, after all, she has the hardship of being pregnant for ten months."

  Gu Qingcheng picked up a glass of water, "I know."

  When Gu Qingcheng arrived upstairs, Yang Fuxiao was already leaning against the headboard reading a book, with his computer on and playing a soothing piano melody.

  "What are you looking at?"

  Yang Mo Xiao flipped over the cover of the book for Gu Qing Cheng to take a look, then put it back in place and started reading again.

  Gu Qingcheng put down the water cup in his hand, lifted up the quilt and got into bed. Yang Fuxiao turned to one side, making room for Gu Qingcheng. Just as he was about to let go of her arm, he suddenly reached out and pulled her back over, "If you move any further that way, you'll fall off."

  Yang Mu Xiao didn't speak, leaning against Gu Qing Cheng's arm, reading for a while, suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Qing Cheng, "Gu Qing Cheng, I found that you really look like a wolf, a wolf in sheep's clothing."

  Gu Qingcheng wound Yang Muxiao's long hair around his fingers and slightly raised an eyebrow: "So, are you afraid?"

  Yang Mo Xiao smiled and suddenly raised his hand to hook up Gu Qing Cheng's neck, kissing him on the face and leaving a mark. "I'm scared too, I'm also afraid of wolves."

  "But you also said, it's a wolf in sheep's clothing."

  Yang brushed off the dawn and turned over, looking into Gu Qingcheng's eyes, saying: "That is also a wolf."

  At this time, Yang Fu Xiao was even thinking that she might have misheard at the office door, and Gu Qing Cheng didn't want to take away the child in her belly.

  But if you don't hear it, then you won't approach the truth either.

  ………………

  These past few days, Yang Xiao's sleep has been uneasy.

  Gu Qingcheng didn't require her to go to the company and let her stay at home to rest during pregnancy.

  And her feeling is like the white and chubby one she's raising now is just for being pushed onto the operating table, and then having the child in her belly taken away.

  Every time she thought of this, Yang Fuxiao felt that her five internal organs were burning fiercely, wanting to pack up and escape immediately, escaping from here, raising her children safely. She even knocked over the soup that Auntie Li was cooking, and she felt like she was going crazy.

  Sheng Weiwei returned from her micro-trip and became as anxious as Yang Fuxiao. Every day, she would say three times: "How come you're still not here?"

  "What's taking so long?"

  "Auntie is here!"

  Sheng Weiwei was suffocating at home, feeling extremely annoyed, so she dragged Yang Fuxiao out to the mall. Yang Fuxiao had been cooped up in Zijing Garden for too long and was about to get moldy, so he followed Sheng Weiwei out.

  Auntie Li kept reminding her from behind: "Be careful, don't bump into anything."

  Yang's nature is more cautious, but with Sheng Weiwei following him, he can't help but feel a little uneasy.

  "Don't worry, I'll take good care of the pregnant woman!"

  Sheng Weiwei pulled Yang Fuxiao to the mall, especially strolling through the maternity store. Yang Fuxiao looked at some baby products, and her heart felt like a seasoning bottle had been knocked over, with all sorts of emotions mixed together.

  She slightly lowered her head and looked at a stroller, casually asking Yang Xiaoxiao: "Have you ever used a pregnancy test stick or pregnancy test paper?"

  Yang Fu Xiao shook his head: "No."

  "How did you find out you were pregnant?"

  "Go to the hospital," Yang Fuxiao said, "what's wrong?"

  Sheng Weiwei looked like a deflated leather ball: "Nothing."

  Mom, do I have to go to the hospital? How am I supposed to use this pregnancy test stick? Is there really no one close by who can share some experience with me? Do I have to insert it or something? It's so scary! Oh my god, she thinks she's going to die, why won't her period come and save her?!

  As they passed by a pharmacy, Sheng Wei suddenly stopped Yang Fu Xiao, "I'll go in to buy some cold medicine, you wait outside for me, no need to come in!"

  As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Yang Shu's response, she rushed into the pharmacy in a flurry.

  Yang Fuxiao stood on the steps of the pharmacy, watching people coming and going on the street, staring at a certain point, his eyes slightly scattered, especially empty, just focusing on the billboard not far away.

  Shen Jia-yu and Xu Yi-qian accompanied the client to eat at a restaurant across the street, as soon as they got off the car, Shen Jia-yu saw Yang Fu-xiao standing alone on the stairs behind the counter, with both hands grasping the strap.

  He took two steps back and said to Xu Yiqian: "I'll go first."

  Xu Yiqian followed Shen Jiaoyu's line of sight and saw Yang Fuxiao on the opposite side of the road, saying: "Go ahead, you don't need to worry about this side."

  Shen Jia-yu walked across the street, especially from Yang Mu-xiao's side, and strolled to Yang Mu-xiao's side.

  He didn't need to do this, because even if he walked right up to her, Yang Xiao would still not notice.

  When your gaze is empty, basically anything other than the focused scenery cannot be seen.

  Shen Jia-yu stretched out his arm and waved it in front of Yang Fu-xiao, who suddenly came back to himself and took two steps back. "Shen... Shen Jia-yu?"

  Shen Jia-yu nodded: "Surprised to see me? You should be the one who's surprised, coming back from your hometown?"

  Yang Fu Xiao nodded: "Uh-huh."

  Shen Jia-yu gazed at Yang Fu-xiao's face, wasn't she pregnant? Why did the whole person look a bit thinner?

  "Do you have time? Let's go grab a cup of coffee?"

  "No, I'm waiting for someone, she's gone in to buy medicine."

  Yang Fu Xiao's voice had just fallen when Sheng Weiwei walked out of the medicine room, "Fu Xiao!"

  Sheng Weiwei saw Shen Jiaoyu and thought to herself that this wasn't good, how did Gu Qingcheng not being there result in someone of the opposite sex coming over to mark territory? She walked directly over, inserting herself between Yang Fuxiao and Shen Jiaoyu, smiling as she looked at Shen Jiaoyu: "Young Master Shen, long time no see."

  "Miss Shen, it's been a long time."

  At Shen Jia-yu's words, Sheng was taken aback for a moment.

  Good heavens, is this Shen Jia-yu?!

  Sheng Weiwei's eyes widened in surprise, enough to swallow a duck egg whole, without any restraint. Yang Fuxiao, who was standing beside her, reached out and pinched her elbow, causing Sheng Weiwei to let out a small "aiyo" sound. She cleared her throat, "Cough cough, Young Master Shen has changed so much, hehehe."

  The two weren't very familiar with each other, so after exchanging a few pleasantries, Sheng Weiwei was about to pull Yang Fuqiao away. In the rush, Yang Fuqiao bid farewell to Shen Jiayou.

  "My mother has returned from abroad and wants to invite you for dinner tomorrow. She'd like to meet you."

  Sheng slightly waved his hand, pulled over Yang Muxiao, "Let's go, we'll talk about tomorrow's things tomorrow, goodbye Shen Shao."

  Sheng Weiwei pulled Yang Muxiao onto the waiting car and let out a long sigh, "Why do I feel like something's not quite right?"

  Yang Mu Xiao turned his head and asked, "What's not quite right?"

  "Shen Jia-yu, he has changed a lot."

  I had met Shen Jia-yu before, at that time, Shen Jia-yu was still a complete and utter young master.

  Sheng Weiwei said: "Before, my dad brought me to the mainland once, at that time I saw Shen Jiayu, eating and drinking, whoring and gambling, playing with women, even directly throwing a box of cash on the popular young flower dan at the time, directly roaring: Strip or not?!"

  Yang Fuxiao was shocked: "No way?"

  Ever since she first met Shen Jia-yu, this person had left a very good impression on her. He was knowledgeable, reasonable and well-mannered, obviously a well-educated noble young master.

  "It's true, that's why I was so surprised just now," Sheng said, "because I'm considered to be quite good-looking, right? He saw me for the first time and didn't even try to flirt with me? You know what this Shen family's third young master did when my dad brought me to the Shen's house for the first time? He directly touched my chest! Although it was probably also because he had too much to drink and couldn't tell directions anymore, otherwise he wouldn't have been so bold in front of the Macau casino king."

  Yang Furrowed his brow.

  "When did you meet Shen Jia-yu?"

  "It's been seven or eight years now."

  Since Sheng Weiwei said so, Yang Fuxiao suddenly thought that three years ago when they got engaged, there were rumors circulating that Shen Jia San was a pervert.

  At that time, she thought it was a rumor, but now hearing Sheng Weiwei say it, it turned out to be true.

  ………………

  Inside the Presidential Office of the MSC Building.

  The stalemate has lasted for nearly ten minutes.

  Shen Zhou sat lazily on the sofa, sipping tea, while Gu Qingcheng leaned back in his chair behind the desk, eyes closed, with his hands clasped together on the armrests. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was asleep.

  Fang Shu's back was covered in cold sweat.

  In just two short weeks, Shen Zhou had basically cleaned up Gu Qingcheng's people within the group. The ancient "clearing of the emperor's side" was no more than this swift and decisive action. Although Shen Zhou was already advanced in age, he showed no signs of decline when it came to taking action.

  Moreover, Fang Shu's current concern is not Shen Zhou and Gu Qingcheng's intricate relationships within the group, but... Yang Mo's pregnancy.

  Should he tell Shen Zhou after all, but Shen Zhou was also secretly keeping an eye on Gu Qingcheng.

  After a long while, Gu Qingcheng slowly opened his eyes, leaned forward, and propped himself up with both hands on the table. He looked at Shen Zhou and said, "Uncle, I've made up my mind."

  "Haha, it's settled then. Fang Shu, go convene a board meeting."

  Shen Zhou had a confident look on his face, smiled brightly twice, got up from the sofa and walked towards the door.

  But just as he was about to reach the door, he heard Gu Qingcheng say behind him: "A real man has never needed a woman."

  Turning around, I saw that the tall man had already stood up from his chair, with a calm and introspective gaze, and a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "Uncle, are you right?"

  Shen Zhou's face stiffened for two seconds before suddenly bursting out laughing even more wildly than before.

  ………………

  On the top of the lavender garden, there is a small flower garden in the greenhouse on the rooftop. Although it's winter now, inside the garden is full of vibrant flowers and plants, making Yang Fan feel refreshed by the fragrance of the flowers.

  After dinner, Yang Xiao came up and lay down on a special recliner in the greenhouse, covered with a thin blanket, closed her eyes, listened to a radio station that lifted her feet, and followed the host's voice to do some prenatal exercises.

  Suddenly, the mobile phone placed on one side rang.

  Yang Fuxiao turned down the volume of the radio, picked up his mobile phone and took a glance at it. When he saw the words "Private Number" displayed on the screen, Yang Fuxiao's heart sank all of a sudden.

  She immediately thought of the last time, that deep night, the phone call.

  Her hand trembled slightly, barely calm, supporting her wrist, and pressed the answer button.