Young Master Jiang, treated as if he were invisible: “…”
Rong Yan quickly shook her head and waved her hands.
“It has nothing to do with your third brother. It’s because Han Lingfeng felt that I couldn’t help him in his career, so he broke up with me.”
Jiang Yuwan was stunned. She was still processing what Rong Yan meant when Jiang Yuhan directly explained it for her.
“I told you long ago—he was only with you because you could help him get good resources.”
“Wuwuwu… but that face of his is exactly my type!”
Stomping her foot, Jiang Yuwan declared with conviction.
“I won’t break up with him, but I’m taking back the resources I gave him. I’ll just spend some money to keep him around, and when I get tired of looking at that face of his one day, I’ll kick him to the curb.”
With that, Jiang Yuwan left gracefully.
Rong Yan sighed inwardly—she wished she could live like that too.
But all she could do was make bread and cakes. Forget keeping a young toy boy—the money she earned was barely enough to cover Rong Guang’s stay at the care facility.
She hoped that after divorcing Jiang Yuhan, he would allow her to pay back that million in installments!
But now that Jiang Yuhan wanted her to carry the child to term, she naturally couldn’t bring up the divorce, lest she alert him to her plans.
The man’s slender, elegant hand carefully rested on Rong Yan’s lower abdomen, but quickly withdrew.
“I’ll go tell Grandfather about your pregnancy. It should be the best birthday gift he receives today.”
Rong Yan quickly grabbed hold of Jiang Yuhan—why let Elder Jiang have false hope for nothing!
He immediately stopped in his tracks, and even took Rong Yan’s hand, gently guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed.
But the man’s tone was somewhat gruff. “You don’t need to pull on me. Just say the word.”
Rong Yan: “…”
She had just finished her porridge, so she had the strength.
As long as she didn’t eat anything greasy, she wouldn’t vomit.
Perhaps realizing he was being a bit irritable, the man softened his tone.
“What’s wrong?”
Rong Yan’s big, watery eyes darted around quickly. “I’ve heard that it’s best to keep pregnancy a secret for the first three months, or else accidents are more likely to happen.”
Jiang Yuhan: “…”
Rong Yan didn’t know whether Jiang Yuhan believed her or not, but in the end, he didn’t go tell Elder Jiang about her pregnancy, and instead brought her back to Jiang Court.
It was one thing for him to hold her in the car, but the moment her feet touched the ground, Jiang Yuhan scooped her up in his arms again—what was that about?
Afraid she might fall, Rong Yan wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and said rather sulkily.
“I can walk on my own. Put me down—people are watching.”
As if he hadn’t heard her at all, the man carried her steadily back to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.
Previously, Young Master Jiang would just toss her onto the bed—when had he ever been this gentle?
Rong Yan suddenly felt like she was experiencing that saying—a mother’s status rises with her child.
“Hungry?”
Remembering those tonics, Rong Yan quickly shook her head at Jiang Yuhan. “I want to go wash my hair and take a shower.”
Although someone had helped her change clothes and blow-dried her hair at the old mansion, Rong Yan felt it was better to wash again.
The man nodded at her, then walked into the bathroom.
Rong Yan didn’t think much of it. She picked up her pajamas, planning to wait until Jiang Yuhan came out before going in to wash.
But after Jiang Yuhan came out, he brought a chair back in with him.
Rong Yan furrowed her brows slightly—what was Young Master Jiang up to?
Before she could even get a word out, Young Master Jiang picked her up again.
He gently set her down on a chair. Rong Yan glanced around and realized that Young Master Jiang intended to wash her hair for her.
The treatment she was receiving for being pregnant was almost too good!
She actually managed to get the third young master of the Jiang family, the top clan in Jing City, to act as her personal hair washer!
Clearly, Young Master Jiang had never washed a woman’s hair before—he was a bit clumsy at it.
“Does it hurt?”
Rong Yan said softly, “No.”
It was just that with each wash, Jiang Yuhan managed to pull out quite a few strands of her hair.
However, after Jiang Yuhan finished washing her hair, he immediately dried it for her. The service was quite thorough.
After tying her hair up with a rubber band, Rong Yan sincerely said “thank you” to Jiang Yuhan.
Perhaps even when she grew old, she would still remember that Jiang Yuhan had once washed her hair for her.
“Wait until I help you bathe, then you can thank me all at once.”
Instantly, Rong Yan’s face flushed bright red.
“I can wash myself, no need for your help.”
Ignoring her words entirely, Jiang Yuhan gently stripped the clothes from her body, letting them fall to the ground.
“You, you… I, I…”