The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Jiang Nanqiu suddenly took two steps forward, and when Jing Anzhi and her eyes met, she knelt on the ground. This was not the first time Jiang Nanqiu knelt, but it was the most decisive one.

Jing Anzhi, who was sitting at the top of the table, also trembled his eyes, as if he couldn't bear it.

"Master." Jiang Nanqiu raised her beautiful eyes and looked at him fearlessly. She laughed at herself, and a layer of sadness spread across her fair and beautiful face.

"If you were an unloved concubine's daughter, your aunt was killed by your stepmother, and you had to make a living under her, being beaten or scolded every day, and finally being married to a violent widower as a second wife, and he would die in as little as two months after marriage, what would you do?"

Jing An was stunned.

Jiang Nanqiu's light voice continued, "I am not lying. That Young Master Yan is just a lustful playboy. He has neither the ability and prospects of a master, nor the responsibility that a man should have. If it weren't for my stepmother's insistence, between the widower and Young Master Yan, I would have to choose Young Master Yan, who looks a little better."

"This is the best solution I can think of when I am in a desperate situation."

In the cold night, the flickering candlelight outlined Jiang Nananqiu's thin figure kneeling on the ground.

Her wide robe covered her slightly bulging belly, but when Jing Anzhi looked down at her, he could just see the bulge in her belly.

Jing An's heart trembled again, and anger burned up, burning away all his rationality, so that he forgot that his wife was still pregnant.

Jing Anzhi's heart softened for a moment.

Jiang Nanqiu, kneeling on the cold floor tiles, took off all his masks and revealed his true heart to Jing Anzhi.

"I don't know what you are angry about, but Young Master Yan and I are innocent. We haven't even exchanged engagement letters, let alone had a clear marriage."

Jiang Nanqiu opened his watery eyes and looked at Jing Anzhi again.

Jing Nanqiu also looked back at her. The two of them stared at each other in the silent night. After staring for a long time, it was Jing Anzhi who looked away first.

"What about Xue'er? You spent all the money you had saved to find out my whereabouts?" Jiang Nan'an's voice was hoarse, and his words were tinged with deep fatigue.

As soon as the word "Xue'er" came out, Jiang Nanqiu's heart sank again.

Who would have thought Jing An would be so cold and iron tonight? It turned out that he had found fault with Xue'er.

Xue'er was the worst fall that Jiang Nanqiu had experienced in the first half of her life. Her personal maid, who she lived with day and night, betrayed her and almost cost her half her life.

Unexpectedly, after she married into the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, the maid Xue'er still haunted her.

When Jing Anzhi mentioned Xue'er, tears immediately welled up in Jiang Nanqiu's eyes. She looked so pitiful that it made people feel sorry for her.

Jing Anzhi looked away and didn't look at Jiang Nanqiu's face.

"Xue'er is a maid who betrayed her master. I was almost insulted by Young Master Yan because of this maid. She also wants to curry favor with the rich and powerful and wants to be Young Master Yan's concubine." Jiang Nanqiu burst into tears.

Jiang Nanqiu cried so miserably that veins bulged on his fair forehead, and his willow-like body twitched as he sobbed, as if he was about to fall to one side.

Jing Anzhi looked at this scene and felt very uncomfortable. Unknowingly, he fell into the trap set by Jiang Nanqiu again.

As long as he showed a little pity, Jiang Nanqiu would find a way to spread this pity throughout his internal organs, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

"As for my intention to find out your whereabouts, I don't think I did anything wrong."

"Master Yan is a beast in human form. If I follow my stepmother's wishes and marry that widower, I might as well cut my throat and kill myself. Compared to them, you have a good family background, good character, and you are a man who cares about old times. Naturally, I am willing to marry you."

Jiang Nanqiu said this sincerely, without any falsehood. Jing Anzhi naturally understood it.

But what he cared about most was whether Jiang Nanqiu loved him or not. As for Jiang Nanqiu's past, he didn't really care that much.

He couldn't believe that a man like Jiang Nanqiu, who was so rational and clear-headed, and who weighed the pros and cons of every step he took, could truly love him?

Those pretending to be weak and pitiful, those gentle and gentle temperaments that implied Jing Anzhi's feelings, were they all something she could pretend to be? Just to please him.

The sadness in Jing Anzhi's eyes was too obvious, even Jiang Nanqiu could sense the depression that enveloped Jing Anzhi. So, she cried, "No one has ever cared for me as much as you do. You taught me how to write, gave me the respect that a wife should have, gave me a place to settle down, and took the trouble to choose a husband for Yu'er. When I married into the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, I didn't even have a piece of cash on me, but you gave me all the money in your private vault. You did so much good, and I never dared to forget it. My heart is made of flesh, so it's reasonable for me to be happy with you.

If Jing Anzhi was still feeling sad and lost the moment before, then at this moment, after hearing Jiang Nanqiu's tearful confession, his heart had softened into a pool of spring water.

Perhaps since that night when Jiang Nanqiu risked his life to go into the jungle to rescue him, his heart has been occupied by Jiang Nanqiu, and everything that happened afterwards only made him fall deeper and deeper.

The colder and more emotionless he looked, the more he cared about Jiang Nanqiu's love for him.

He was afraid, extremely afraid that Jiang Nanqiu didn't love him at all.

He actually didn't care whether Jiang Nanqiu had any ulterior motives or tricks. He just wanted her love.

Jing Anzhi suddenly stood up from the armchair, walked forward and pulled up Jiang Nanqiu who was kneeling on the ground. Because he was afraid that her knees would hurt if she kneeled for too long, he simply carried her horizontally on the armchair.

Now, Jiang Nanqiu sat upright in the armchair, while Jing Anzhi bent his knees and squatted beside her. Their positions were suddenly reversed.

His eyes were as hot as fire, and he asked her as if he had grabbed the last straw, "Qiu'er, you won't lie to me, right?"