100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

A luxury convoy was driving slowly on the slippery road, and the buildings it passed by were also wet under the baptism of snowflakes.

In the closed back seat of one of the Rolls-Royces, a couple was kissing passionately.

The melodious and undulating tone makes people blush and their heart beat faster.

Just when Lady Zhao, who had transformed into a fairy, was about to take the next step, her little hand was restrained and grabbed by a man named Qi.

He struggled to endure the aroused desire, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Xiao Chuyu, you are pregnant, you can't do it now."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Chuyu's lost rationality gradually returned.

She panted lightly and sat on Qi Jinan's legs. She hugged his neck tightly with her small hands, put her red lips against his Adam's apple, and spoke with a trembling voice:

"I want to go to the hospital."

She is "sick", can she give birth to a healthy child?

The disease that had been deliberately forgotten was finally remembered by her.

Thinking of a certain frame, her little hands tightly grasped his dark shirt that she had unbuttoned.

She cannot harm the next generation and cannot give birth to a "little monster".

The tears that had not stopped for a few minutes began to flow out from the corners of her tightly closed eyes again.

Qi Jinan's heart felt like it was pierced by thousands of silver needles, causing him extreme pain.

The "fire" that was surging in the body gradually disappeared.

He seemed to understand everything about her and her innermost thoughts.

His soft, thin lips gently kissed away the tear that had rolled down her cheek, then he slowly kissed her small, white ear, soothing her softly.

"My little Chuyu is very healthy and will definitely give birth to a healthy baby."

Zhao Chuyu was stunned when she heard that, then she slowly opened her eyes, put her small hands on his bare chest, kept a little distance between them, and looked up at him.

"You knew already?"

At this moment, Qi Jinan did not intend to hide her poor condition and looked at her affectionately, "Well, I know that my little wife is very good and very healthy."

If we talk about monsters, he is the one.

His little first encounter was a being holier than an angel.

He seemed to be worried that she would still have wild thoughts, and whispered, "If you still have doubts, I'll prove it to you when I get back."

"Huh? Prove what?" Zhao Chuyu's chaotic brain at the moment obviously couldn't keep up with his jumping thoughts.

Qi Jinan's eyes flashed with a doting smile, he lowered his lips, kissed her moist and charming red lips, and added: "It proves how healthy you are."

"How do you prove this?" She seemed to be confused and was really thinking seriously about the meaning of his words.

She was so innocent and cute that the worry in Qi's eyes faded a little.

He raised his hand and ruffled her slightly curly hair, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised the corners of his lips into a perfect arc. His eyes slowly fell on her chest, with a hint of meaning.

"A mentally ill person would not give me..."

"Stop, stop talking."

Zhao Chuyu caught a glimpse of his eyes moving downwards, and immediately understood what he wanted to say, and immediately raised her little hand to cover his lips.

The gloom floating between the eyes was gradually replaced by shyness, and the captivating peach blossom eyes bloomed with charming light.

Yu Guangzhong saw the exquisite gift bag placed under the car seat, and remembered that he had promised Qi Jiayi to go back to the old house to have dinner with Mr. Qi. He looked up at him and said softly:

"Can we go back to the old house now? You said in the car this morning that you would go back to the old house with me in the afternoon after the meeting. Will you break your promise?"

Qi Jinan raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect that after experiencing her "inner demons", she still hadn't forgotten about returning to the old house.

What made her so determined to stay in the old house for another two days?

In order to avoid irritating her, he did not ask any more questions, kissed her lips lightly, and said gently: "Okay, I will accompany you back now."

Then he took out a spare shirt from the secret compartment, put it on, buttoned it with one hand, and gave orders to the driver's seat separated by a sound-absorbing partition through the intercom.

"Go back to the old house."

"Yes, Master Wu." The bodyguard acting as the driver responded respectfully.

Zheng Zhi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also heard what his boss said. He paused holding the contract document and thought to himself:

Does Fifth Master no longer reject the Qi family?

In the five years that he has been the president's assistant, except for this time, he has never seen Master Wu return to Kyoto.

Whenever there is anything that needs to be handled, his assistant will fly over to handle it.

He couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't want to waste his brain cells. The important thing was to do his job well.

Because we were in the city center, by the time the convoy drove into the Qi family's old house, it was already evening and snow was falling again.

When Mr. Qi heard the old housekeeper say that his youngest son had returned, his hand holding the cup was so excited that he couldn't hold it anymore, and an expression of surprise and joy appeared on his old face.

In order to avoid false happiness, he couldn't help but ask for confirmation, "Lao Zhang, are you saying that Xiao An is back with Chu Yu?"

"Yes, sir, the Fifth Master and the Fifth Madam have just entered Jing'an Courtyard." The old housekeeper's face, wrinkled like old tree bark, could not hide his happiness.

The fact that Fifth Master is willing to come back means that he no longer blames his master for having sex after getting drunk.

As long as the Fifth Master can come to terms with it, the master he has served for more than seventy years will no longer have any regrets or sleepless nights.

Over the years, his master has not slept well at night, always worrying about his youngest son's "illness", afraid that he would die from depression.

In fact, in his opinion, Wu Ye is not such a "fragile" person, and he will not commit suicide.

Maybe it was just after learning that Miss Ziyu, oh, no, it should be Mrs. Zhou Yu, he seemed to be getting confused again.

Perhaps it was because of Madam Zhou Yu's distorted and unbearable thoughts, coupled with the fact that he was told at the same time that he was created that way, that Master Wu couldn't accept it all at once and fled from this place.

After "hiding" for twelve years, it should have been diluted by time.

The old man probably thought of this, and the smile on his face became more and more intense. He put down his chopsticks, looked up and said:

"Mr. Zhang, tell the kitchen to be more careful. Things that are forbidden during pregnancy cannot appear on the table."

"Yes, sir, I have already told the chef in advance that all food entering Jing'an Courtyard must undergo detailed inspection." The old butler seemed touched and spoke very seriously.

"Well, that's good." The old man looked out the window, as if he could see the son he missed day and night.

For twelve years, except for yesterday's banquet and this morning's worship, this was the closest he had been to his youngest son.

Even ten years ago, when he heard that the local bullies in the Magic City wanted to bully his Xiao An and went there to suppress them with his power, he never got to see his youngest son.

The old butler has been with Mr. Qi for so many years and knows the inside story best. He can only sigh and say that fate is a fickle thing.

Thirty years ago, Madam Zhou Yu was the master's most beloved younger generation, so she had never been on guard. As a result, she was drugged in the wine and food without realizing it, and fell into the trap and had an affair with him.

After she became pregnant, she kept it a secret and only told me when she was pregnant.

Alas, those past events are too heavy and no one dares to mention them.

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