novelraw Chapter 561: Looking at her little face blushing under the steaming vapors, he suddenly felt a bit restless.
Chapter 561: Looking at her little face blushing under the steaming vapors, he suddenly felt a bit restless.
"Let’s all leave." President Zhao waved his hand impatiently. "They’ve already hired a lawyer to sue us. In her eyes, we’re nothing but clowns.""Hey, President Zhao, what do you mean by that? Explain yourself!"
Seeing President Zhao leave with a stern expression, several shareholders chased after him unwillingly.
Mu Jiajiao, who had been eavesdropping nearby, felt her heart sink even further.
She hadn’t thought the shareholders were all paper tigers, easily dismissed by Ji Wei with just a few words—utterly useless.
If she wanted to protect herself, she’d have to come up with another plan...
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The day passed peacefully, and Ji Wei left work on time.
As she reached the building’s entrance, she saw Mo Qian’s car parked there. The man, wrapped in a long coat, was casually leaning against the car door with one hand in his pocket, looking like a model straight out of a magazine.
Ji Wei walked over in delight and hugged him, her smile radiant. "Thank you, hubby, for picking me up from work."
Mo Qian kissed her forehead. "Come on, let’s go visit Grandma."
Old Madam Ji was surprised when she saw the two suddenly appear at the living room door. She took Ji Wei’s hand and led her to sit on the sofa, a flurry of affectionate inquiries filling the air.
Ji Wei recounted the email Ji Yunli had sent her, reassuring her grandmother not to worry too much.
"Grandma, I heard from A Xiu that you’ve been having headaches again recently. You really need to take care of yourself. Your little great-grandchild is waiting for you to hold him."
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Ji looked at her in astonishment. "Wei, could it be... are you pregnant?"
Old Madam Ji wasn’t aware of the online rumors.
"Yes, almost three months now." Ji Wei answered while holding her grandmother’s hand. "So, Grandma, you must take care of yourself."
Old Madam Ji’s excitement was palpable. After longing for so long, she was finally close to holding her great-grandchild.
Ji Wei stayed with her grandmother, chatting warmly until after ten at night, when she urged her to go to her room.
Upstairs, Ji Wei pushed open the bedroom door to see Mo Qian sitting on the sofa, his laptop on his lap as he worked intently.
Hearing her footsteps, Mo Qian lifted his gaze to her, his eyes gentle. "It’s late. Let’s get some rest."
He closed the laptop.
"Alright," Ji Wei replied. "But hubby, I haven’t showered in two days, and I feel so uncomfortable." She walked over, shaking Mo Qian’s arm and pouting playfully.
Mo Qian’s lips curved into a faint smile.
Hmm, at least she remembered his advice not to shower alone.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the bathroom.
After filling the bathtub with water at just the right temperature, Mo Qian gently placed Ji Wei inside.
He squeezed some body wash into his palm and patiently began to scrub her back.
Ji Wei felt this level of care was almost too indulgent.
They say a pregnant woman is like a queen for those ten months, and perhaps there’s some truth to that.
"Mo Qian, what do you think we should name our baby?" Ji Wei couldn’t stop herself—she’d been thinking a lot about their little one lately. Her hand gently stroked her still-unnoticeable belly as she asked.
"I haven’t thought of one yet," Mo Qian admitted honestly.
Their child’s name needed to be unique—it would follow them for life.
"We could start by coming up with a nickname."
Mo Qian frowned slightly, pondering for a few seconds before saying, "How about ’Qiaoqiao’?" Read complete versıon only at novel fire.net
"That sounds like a girl’s name. What if it’s a boy?"
If her son were nicknamed Qiaoqiao, he’d probably grow up with a complex.
Boys shouldn’t be described as ’pretty.’
"Then ’Shuai Shuai.’"
"Uh..." Ji Wei gave him a look. "Mo Qian, did you really think this through?"
It felt way too casual.
This is your own child!
"Not good?" Mo Qian’s gaze fell on her face, rosy from the rising steam, and his thoughts began to wander.
He’d already been holding himself back when helping her undress earlier.
Under this strained self-control, how could he possibly focus on thinking up nicknames for their child?