Mu Ci had to coax and persuade Qin Qiqi for a long time before finally calming her down.
Qin Qiqi was so furious that even after arriving home, she refused to let it go.
She unleashed a torrent of frantic messages on her phone.
Qiqi Is a Big Cutie: 【Sweetie, I’m not kidding, no man in this world is worthy of you. Can we just stay beautiful on our own?】
Qiqi Is a Big Cutie: 【If it’s for love, then forget what I said. But if it’s for a little creature that doesn’t even exist yet, is it worth sacrificing the happiness and wonderful life of your future?!】
Qiqi Is a Big Cutie: 【Get some sleep first. Maybe you’ll come to your senses tomorrow, and I’ll take you to get a divorce!】
Meanwhile, as soon as Mu Ci got home, she tossed her phone onto the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Qin Yan entered the room looking for Mu Ci, only to hear the sound of running water from the bathroom and the constant flashing of the phone on the bed.
He paused for a moment before walking over.
The phone wasn’t locked, so it opened with a simple swipe.
Qin Qiqi’s messages kept pouring in, appealing to emotions and reason, almost bringing morality into the mix.
Qin Yan leisurely read through them and couldn’t help but sneer.
Great, now he knew where his uneasy feeling had come from today.
After reading, he marked the messages as unread and placed the phone back on the bed.
Mu Ci emerged from the bathroom after her shower.
Her fair, jade-like skin was flushed a delicate peach pink, her brows and eyes were as picturesque as a painting, and her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like a dew-kissed rose, tender and vibrant.
Noticing her phone was lit up, she walked over and opened it.
Qin Qiqi’s barrage of messages flooded in.
The latest one read:
Qiqi Is a Big Cutie: 【Sweetie, thinking about how you got married and left me all alone makes me feel utterly hopeless and heartbroken. The storm in my heart is even bigger than the rain when Yiping went to the Lu family to ask for money.】
It was followed by a picture of Yiping drenched in the pouring rain.
Mu Ci wanted to laugh. Just as she was about to reply, a polite knock came from the door.
The door was slightly ajar. Guessing who it was, she said, “Come in.”
After speaking, she instinctively glanced at the sexy silk nightgown she was wearing.
Oh no!
She quickly grabbed the coat from the hanger and wrapped it around herself.
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow.
The young woman stood sideways to him, her figure wrapped in a white lace nightgown, delicate and shapely. The thin straps hung over her shoulders, looking as if they would snap with a single tug.
The soft, warm light fell on her, and the air seemed filled with the sweet fragrance of her after-bath scent, tantalizing and stirring.
“Is something wrong?”
Mu Ci wrapped herself in the short coat, her slender, evenly proportioned legs beneath the nightgown gleaming a dazzling white.
Qin Yan calmly withdrew his gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he walked in and handed her a bottle of pills and a glass of warm water.
“Folic acid. Take it for the first three months of pregnancy. I’ll remind you to take it every day from now on.”
Mu Ci hadn’t expected the God of Wealth to be so thoughtful and couldn’t help but glance at him again. “Thank you.”
She reached out to take them, but Qin Yan only handed her the water glass. After she took it, he retrieved a folic acid pill from the bottle and gave it to her.
He tried to do as much as possible himself, sparing Mu Ci the effort.
She couldn’t help but look at him again. “Thank you.”
“Are you this polite with your family too?” Qin Yan asked.
“No, but you and I…”
Before she could finish saying “seem like strangers,” the man spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of warning. “If you thank me again next time, I’ll…”
He couldn’t even bring himself to finish the threat. After finally finding the girl he’d been searching for, he wanted to treasure even a single strand of her hair. How could he bear to speak harshly to her?
Mu Ci sensed he had something left unsaid. “You’ll what?”
He wouldn’t dare do anything.
Qin Yan lowered his gaze to look at her, changing his approach: “Thanks aren’t just spoken; if you want to show gratitude, take actual action.”
“…”
Actual action?
Mu Ci wasn’t an innocent young girl. In this ambiguous atmosphere, with a man and a woman alone in a room, continuing at this pace might lead to something more intense.
She cleared her throat: “I’ve taken my folic acid. Is there anything else?”
There was a hint of urging him to leave.
Qin Yan didn’t want to go.
But the young girl clearly wasn’t quite used to her new identity yet. He shouldn’t scare her—he had to take it slow.
Seeing him remain silent, a sudden thought flashed through Mu Ci’s mind.
Uh, not good.
“Um… about the sleeping arrangement, I think we…”
“I’ll sleep in the next room.”
Before Mu Ci could finish, Qin Yan spoke up first: “Call me anytime if you need anything.”
“Oh.”
After the man left, Mu Ci took off her coat and slipped under the covers, feeling she had indeed overthought things.
They were married, but it was also true there were no feelings involved.
Especially someone like Qin Yan, who exuded an air of noble restraint and abstinence—how could he be thinking about such indecent things?
What was she doing, speculating left and right?
Qin Qiqi, seeing that Mu Ci hadn’t replied for a while, simply called her on video.
“I was thinking, if you’re not replying, you must be doing something shady with that gigolo, right?”
As soon as the video connected, Qin Qiqi launched into a tirade: “I’m telling you, you absolutely cannot keep sinking deeper into this mess. What kind of gigolo is so good that you had to marry him? Wait, are you really planning to have a little gigolo with him?”
Hearing “gigolo” over and over, Mu Ci couldn’t help but interrupt her: “I think I made a mistake. He’s not a gigolo.”
“Huh?”
Qin Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then disagreed even more: “At least gigolos have some skills. If he’s not a gigolo, what are you after?”
Mu Ci thought seriously for two seconds: “I’m after his looks. He’s rich.”
“Can he be richer than your family?”
Qin Qiqi glanced around and noticed the background in the video. The painting on the wall looked familiar, but before she could confirm, someone knocked on her door. She hurriedly said, “I’ll call you later,” and hung up.
Mu Ci rolled over, adjusting to the most comfortable position to browse the news.
The news she read was varied—local, domestic, and international—but tonight was especially strange. The content pushed to her was all weird, like:
“How harmful is abortion to women?”
“A woman suffered uterine damage from an abortion, became infertile for life, and deeply regretted it.”
“Special reminder for women: Be cautious about abortion, cherish your body.”
And so on.
Mu Ci began to suspect her phone had been infected with a virus. All the push notifications were like this, and the key was she actually clicked on them.
It could be said that after reading those news warnings, any thoughts of abortion vanished completely.
Terrifying.
Half an hour later, Qin Qiqi video-called again.
As soon as the call connected, her bright, pretty face fell, looking deeply troubled.
“What’s wrong?” Mu Ci asked.
Qin Qiqi wanted to cry: “Right now, it’s not just raining in my heart—my eyes want to rain too!”
Mu Ci’s beautiful, makeup-free face stared at the screen, full of confusion.
“Just now, my parents called me downstairs and scolded me harshly, saying I’m not focusing on my career and just messing around with that bar.”
Qin Qiqi wailed dramatically: “They said starting tomorrow, I have to go work at the company. If I don’t go, they’ll freeze all my cards!”
“Ah?” Mu Ci was shocked.
Qin Qiqi’s family had always adopted a hands-off parenting style, never placing many demands on their daughter. After all, her parents weren’t particularly ambitious or driven individuals. Besides, the Qin family was wealthy and influential—as long as she didn’t cause trouble, the family fortune would last for generations.
“Why did your parents suddenly become so strict with you?”
“I don’t know! When I protested, my dad almost hit me!”
Qin Qiqi felt as if the sky were falling, overwhelmed with misery. She cried out to the heavens, “What did I ever do to deserve this? Oh, heavens above!”