Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 892 - 895: Valuing Love Over Friendship!

"Brother Baihao really loves you a lot!"

"Duuh, my husband of course loves me, otherwise why would I marry him," Huanhuan slowly propped herself up by the waist and sat next to her, her face full of maternal love as she caressed her belly, "But I just want him to stay with me."

"Isn’t he with you every day?" Chenxing finished cutting the fruit and used a toothpick to pick up a small piece and brought it to Huanhuan’s mouth.

Huanhuan, while chewing, said, "Where? He’s usually really busy, okay. Do you think he’s Young Master Gu, who has so much time to be with you? One moment in the family home, another in the imperial residential district, one moment by the seaside, another on Jiangxin Island, taking you around to different places like you’re on holiday. My Baihao is just a runner, most of the time he’s not at home, sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, huh, Young Master Gu, that capitalist, just has to make a phone call and no matter how exhausted my husband is, he has to get up, leaving me to sleep alone in the cold bed. Tsk! The more I talk, the more I want to cry, in short, your Young Master Gu is a capitalist who won’t rest until he has squeezed out the last drop of surplus value."

Chenxing put down the fruit tray, and as if nothing was wrong, patted Huanhuan’s shoulder, "Be careful when you call Shaocheng a devil in front of me, or I might turn against you."

"What? A man is just a piece of clothing, but a woman is a sister. Are you actually arguing with me over a title?" Huanhuan nearly exploded with anger, almost slapping the table as she got up.

Chenxing tugged a little bit of fabric on the shoulder of her clothing, "Mhm, in any case, you’re going to change that title."

Liang Huanhuan huffed angrily, "You prefer romance over friendship!"

While saying so, she laid on the dining table and started scrolling through her phone, venting her frustrations on Twitter, complaining about poor choice in friends with a long series of grievances. Chenxing, upon seeing this, laughed soundlessly and also replied to her on Twitter with something.

And so, for the entire night, the two of them didn’t exchange a single word.

Gu Shaocheng pushed the door open and saw Chenxing sitting at one end of the sofa playing on her phone, while Huanhuan was at the other end also playing on her phone. Between the two of them, three cushions were propped up high like the demarcation line on Women’s Day.

What happened?

Both he and Nan Baihao simultaneously raised big question marks in their hearts.

Chenxing looked towards the doorway and saw the man who was taking off his coat walking over, she went towards him with deep affection and hugged him.

He embraced her in his arms, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Chenxing shook her head.

"There’s nothing fun around here, let’s not go out to eat. Predicting that you guys might not have eaten, I brought something back for you guys,"

As Gu Shaocheng was speaking, Nan Baihao came in front of Huanhuan carrying two big bags.

Chenxing volunteered to take the bags into the kitchen.

In the living room, Huanhuan and Nan Baihao were flirting and joking around, Gu Shaocheng sat for a while, feeling like a third wheel, and went into the kitchen; with an intimate posture, he hugged Chenxing from behind, his head resting on her shoulder, and asked softly, "Did you quarrel with Silly?"

Chenxing smiled and shook her head, "Nope, she always calls you Young Master Gu the devil, and I wouldn’t let her, which made her angry, so she’s ignoring me."

He hummed softly.

"Silly just has that mouth of hers, maybe her temper is worse from the pregnancy, just bear with it a little." Gu Shaocheng, uncharacteristically speaking on behalf of Huanhuan, caught Chenxing by surprise, she smiled and nodded, "Okay, I’ll go soothe her later."

After reheating all the food and personally serving it on the dining table, calling Huanhuan to come and eat, Huanhuan merely humphed and ignored her, so Chenxing went over to invite her personally.