“Guess.”
The man took a tissue and leisurely wiped his fingers, not giving a direct answer.
“…”
They weren’t children anymore, why play guessing games?
For someone’s sake—it could only be for parents or someone they loved.
Surely it couldn’t be for her.
Miss Mu Ci didn’t want to waste brain cells on such questions and pulled the shrimp dish toward herself to eat.
It had to be said, this dog man’s cooking skills… were actually pretty good.
She loved sweet and sour flavors, and the tomato shrimp tasted just right.
After finishing a bowl of shrimp and half a bowl of rice, Mu Ci remembered something and looked across the table.
“By the way, there’s something we need to discuss.”
Qin Yan raised his eyes.
Mu Ci put down her chopsticks, cleared her throat, and said:
“I’ve thought about it. Our marriage situation is quite special, so let’s keep it private for now and not hold a wedding. Is that okay?”
Qin Yan frowned slightly: “Why?”
“I don’t want to make it public.” Mu Ci summarized the reason in five simple words.
“…”
Seeing he didn’t respond, Mu Ci wasn’t sure what he was thinking and added: “Mostly because I’m pregnant. I don’t want to deal with too many people and things. I’d rather keep it simple.”
This reason was half true, half false.
Not wanting to deal with people was one aspect.
Another was that she felt this unstable marriage could fall apart at any moment, so the fewer people who knew, the better.
Who knew if the God of Wealth had just suddenly felt like getting married and happened to run into her?
Plus, she was carrying a Qin family heir.
At the handsome God of Wealth’s age, he might even consider keeping the child but not the mother.
Of course, these were all Mu Ci’s private thoughts. She kept a straight face, hiding her emotions well.
Qin Yan stared at her for two seconds and agreed: “Whatever state you feel comfortable with, we’ll do it that way.”
After lunch, Qin Yan went out to handle some matters, while Mu Ci went to the second floor to take a nap.
She hadn’t slept long before being woken by a phone call.
Qin Qiqi’s voice sounded groggy, as if she had just woken up: “Xiao Ci, you’re so mean. You went out with a handsome guy last night and didn’t take me.”
Mu Ci sighed, unsure where to begin.
After a two-second pause, she said: “Are you free this afternoon? Let’s go shopping.”
International Trade Plaza.
After accompanying Miss Mu on a shopping spree, Qin Qiqi sat in a café, feeling like her legs were about to give out.
“I’m telling you, Xiao Ci, you’re not here to buy things—you’re here to move house.”
Mu Ci took a sip of her drink: “I am here to buy things for moving.”
“Did your mom force you to move back home?”
Qin Qiqi grinned mischievously, gloating: “Living with elders is just so much fun. Look at me—if I come home even a little late, my dear mommy worries and calls me nonstop…”
“I got married.”
Oh, got married.
Qin Qiqi stirred her coffee indifferently.
The next second.
“Clang—” the spoon fell into the coffee cup.
“Holy shit? Holy shit! Holy shit!!”
Three elegant Chinese words were enough to express Qin Qiqi’s shock.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed several times before she finally managed to squeeze out: “Whose pig! Dug up my precious cabbage?!”
“…” Mu Ci twitched her lips and reminded her: “Watch your words.”
“No, darling, are you crazy or am I crazy?”
Qin Qiqi couldn’t accept it: “We promised to stay beautiful until old age, to be single at sixty and spend our golden years with young studs! You betrayed me!!”
Miss Mu sighed deeply: “I had no choice. It was truly unavoidable.”
Qin Qiqi: ??
“I’m pregnant.”
Clatter—
The spoon fell into the coffee cup again, splashing out a few drops.
Qin Qiqi looked utterly defeated. She was about to ask whose bastard it was when she suddenly remembered last month’s incident and quickly connected the dots.
“…Was it that time last month when you went abroad for the exhibition?”
Mu Ci: “Aside from that, when have you ever seen me with another man?”
“Fuck!”
Qin Qiqi couldn’t help but curse: “That little gigolo hit the jackpot in one go? That’s too ridiculous!”
Mu Ci mumbled: “It wasn’t just once.”
“How many times then?”
“Five or six times.”
After two seconds of silence, Miss Qin slapped the table excitedly: “Holy shit! You guys went at it all night without stopping?!”
By the time Mu Ci tried to cover her mouth, it was already too late.
Several nearby customers in the café cast meaningful and intensely gossipy glances their way.
“…”
Mu Ci cared about her reputation. She quickly rummaged through her bag and put on a mask.
Qin Qiqi had already stopped caring about face. She gulped down a large mouthful of coffee, her small face scrunching up in bitterness.
Her mind, also bitter, cleared considerably: “So you’re getting married because you’re pregnant?”
“Sort of.”
Without another word, Qin Qiqi grabbed Mu Ci and pulled her outside.
“Where are we going?” Mu Ci followed her in confusion.
“To the hospital to get rid of the baby, then get a divorce!”
Meanwhile, far away in the Qin Corporation office, Qin Yan paused his signing pen.
His eyelid twitched inexplicably.
[Qin Yan: Regarding my clueless niece trying to kill my child.]