Hiding her pregnant belly and leaving, the CEO's ex-husband cried red eyes

An Xia rolled her eyes.

Ever since she and Ming Xiyu had a complete falling out three years ago, An Xia no longer cared about the so-called affection they had grown up together, and no longer indulged Ming Xiyu's pretentious attitude.

"You still say you have no problem with me?" An Xia interrupted Ming Xiyu: "Why don't you just say that I didn't take good care of Lu Beichuan in the past three years, which is why he looks so haggard and not in good condition. Aren't you afraid of twisting your tongue by beating around the bush like this?"

Ming Xiyu's face instantly turned as green as if he had eaten ten kilograms of grass.

She looked at Lu Beichuan aggrievedly again, and the latter's lips curled up in an imperceptible arc.

Ming Xiyu clenched his fist angrily, raised his hand to touch his stomach, and let out a low cry as if he couldn't hold it back.

Hearing the voice, Lu Beichuan looked at her and noticed that her expression was a little painful. He immediately pulled his hand away from An Xia and quickly walked to Ming Xiyu to support her.

Worry was evident on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling sick in your stomach?"

An Xia looked at her empty palms before she could hold them for long, she stood there in a daze, her heart suddenly filled with mixed feelings, but she didn't know how to describe her emotions at this moment.

Ming Xiyu subconsciously held Lu Beichuan's hand that was supporting her, bit her lip, and shook her head weakly.

"It's okay. I'll just bear with it."

Lu Beichuan frowned, and his dark eyes stared at Ming Xiyu's belly.

"Don't be stubborn. Nothing should happen to the child."

Ming Xiyu's eyes froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

"It should be fine. I just had a couple of twitches when An Xia was talking. It's nothing serious."

An Xia stood aside indifferently, and even though she didn't want to listen, she heard the entire conversation between the two people.

She sneered. It turned out that her main job here was to take the blame.

Hearing this, Lu Beichuan subconsciously turned his head to glance at An Xia, but his speed was too fast, and before he could even retract the sharpness in his eyes, he met An Xia's cold gaze.

An Xia tightened her jaw, and a bitter taste lingered between her lips and teeth.

This is the correct way for Lu Beichuan to open it.

Just now, he didn't follow Ming Xiyu's wishes and let him move out. Maybe he just wanted to play a trick on her.

Fortunately, she had thought too much just now, thinking that the relationship between Lu Beichuan and Ming Xiyu might not be what she thought.

It's ridiculous.

Really not wanting to watch the two continue to put on a show in front of her, An Xia turned around and walked back to her exquisite small desk and sat down. She took out the watercolor palette and sketchbook she carried with her from her bag, ignored the bloody plot over there, and lowered her head to paint seriously.

Nothing is more important than making money now.

If there is, it is to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Lu Beichuan to divorce and regain her freedom.

When Lu Beichuan turned around again, An Xia was no longer there. He looked around and realized that she had been immersed in painting at her workstation with great concentration without him noticing.

Lu Beichuan's face suddenly looked a little ugly.

Ming Xiyu noticed that the aura emanating from the man seemed to be a little off, and instinctively looked up to check, and found that Lu Beichuan's attention had once again returned to An Xia.

"Beichuan, why don't you take me to the hospital for a check-up. My stomach seems to be getting more and more painful." Ming Xiyu was so weak that even his voice was shaking.

His attention was forcibly diverted back, and Lu Beichuan frowned with some impatience, but after seeing Ming Xiyu's belly, he hesitated for a long time and finally helped Ming Xiyu out of the office.

Hearing the sound of the office door being locked, An Xia's movements of waving the paintbrush gradually slowed down. She slowly raised her head and looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the extremely vast and empty beauty of the sky that only high-rise residents could enjoy. However, her heart was empty, without any satisfaction or joy of enjoying this beauty alone.

It was lunchtime and Lu Beichuan had not returned yet. An Xia was struggling over whether to go to the cafeteria or order takeout when Du Wen knocked on the door.

"Come on, I'll take you to the cafeteria for dinner. After dinner, we can go get the cards and certificates you'll need in the future."

After receiving the freshly printed employee ID, Du Wen looked at it carefully before handing it to An Xia.

"Mrs. Lu came to the group incognito to work. Is she trying to experience the lives of ordinary people like us? Or is she trying to have some fun as a couple?"

An Xia was stunned, and the movement of taking the employee ID card became a little slow.

"how do you know?"

She and Du Wen had only been together for a few minutes in the morning, so how could her identity be exposed so suddenly?

Du Wen said: "I guessed."

An Xia was stunned again.

Du Wen chuckled and continued, "The people in the CEO's office stay with President Lu every day. It's no secret that President Lu is married in our top floor. Over the years, President Lu has always been rigorous in his work, keeping public and private affairs separate, and being strict with himself. But today, he brought you to the company out of the blue and arranged you in his office with a purpose. Naturally, your identity as Mrs. Lu can no longer be concealed."

An Xia quickly covered Du Wen's mouth.

He glanced at the employee who just passed by with caution. Not finding anything unusual, he let the person go.

"I'm sorry. But I don't want anyone else to know about this."

Du Wen immediately smiled and gave him an ambiguous look, lowering her voice: "I know. The concealment is strong enough, and the couple's interest between you and Mr. Lu is good enough."

An Xia: "..."

This is nothing.

"Don't think too much. I just come to work to make money. And the person Mr. Lu is flirting with is not me. We are getting divorced soon."

After hearing Du Wen's explosive speech, An Xia was certain that this guy was not an easy person to deal with.

In order to prevent embarrassing accidents from happening in the future, she had to make things clear to the oil lamp first, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings in the future.

"What?! You are going to divorce Mr. Lu?!"

After all, she was an experienced secretary for many years. No matter how surprised she was, she controlled the volume of her shock just right so that only An Xia and she could hear it.

"Yes. Your CEO Lu cheated on his wife. You've seen how arrogant he is. He's always hanging out with that mistress." An Xia decisively pushed all the blame onto Lu Beichuan.

In this kind of gossip, whoever speaks first is right. An Xia was ruthless in revealing Lu Beichuan's cheating.

"Mistress?" Du Wen took two seconds to react: "Are you Miss Ming?"

An Xia didn't say anything, but she didn't deny it either.

Du Wen subconsciously denied: "That shouldn't be the case. Hasn't Miss Ming and Mr. Lu had no contact for a long time?"

Ming Xiyu has never been back since she went abroad three years ago. It was only last month that she returned to China and started contacting Lu Beichuan.

An Xia snorted, "How could she be pregnant with his child without contacting Ming Xiyu? Lu Beichuan was worried that something might happen to the child, so he took Ming Xiyu to the hospital. She hasn't come back yet."