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

An Xia lowered her voice, but her cold aura remained unchanged.

"Think carefully about the choice you should make."

The girl clenched her fists, glared at An Xia angrily, raised her chin high, and pointed at her: "Just wait!"

After saying those harsh words, she stormed off with her brand-name bag still wrapped in protective film.

Song Lanzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

The crowd watching the fun saw that the protagonists of the farce had left, so there was naturally no need to gather together anymore, and they began to disperse one after another. Only when they turned around were they stopped by An Xia again.

"I hope everyone deletes all the videos recorded on their phones. If any video of what just happened is disseminated in any form, I will pursue legal responsibility regardless of the software used, how many people you showed it to, or under what name you spread it. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

An Xia paused.

Added: "Try to see what it's like to go to court with the top law firm with the highest winning rate in the country."

If the previous sentence had no deterrent effect, then the sentence that An Xia added later was truly shocking.

The onlookers picked up their phones and deleted the video they had just posted. Even those who had not deleted it held their phones tightly and did not dare to share the video.

Only after the crowd left did Song Lanzhi put down the hands that were covering her face.

She straightened her curly hair that was accidentally messed up during the struggle, and her expression was not very natural.

"Don't think that I will change my mind about you just because you helped me this time. I tell you, I still don't admit it—"

Song Lanzhi turned sideways and tried to warn An Xia with a cold expression, but before she could finish her words, An Xia trotted away.

"You!"

Song Lanzhi looked at her hurriedly leaving back and stamped her feet in anger.

Still so uneducated.

My mother-in-law left before she could finish her words.

Really!

Lu Jingyang was still in his friend's studio, so An Xia had no time to care about Song Lanzhi's nagging.

If that girl hadn't pushed her too hard just now, she wouldn't have wanted to interfere in Song Lanzhi's affairs.

An Xia rushed back to the studio and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lu Jingyang sitting quietly in the corner painting.

Qingtian poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Anxia.

"Why are you so anxious? He won't run away." Qingtian raised his chin towards Lu Jingyang and said, "I mean, your brother is quite talented. If you train him well, his strength will not be much worse than yours."

Lu Jingyang sat in the corner, meticulously painting on the drawing board with a paintbrush.

Although the lines are messy and no pattern can be seen, the bold use of colors gives people an extra special visual impact.

It's a very different taste.

"Yes, he has talent." An Xia sighed, "But his parents don't allow him to learn."

Qingtian was stunned: "Why?"

The talent for art is something you can't ask for.

Many people want it but can’t get it.

How can there be parents who want to waste such great talents?

An Xia smiled bitterly and said nothing.

The reason is nothing else but her.

Because she likes painting, Song Lanzhi thinks that those who paint are not good people, and if Lu Jingyang learns to paint, he will be led astray.

Lu Yuan doesn't care about the children.

Lu Beichuan was so busy with work that he almost had no time to take care of himself.

The old lady is in poor health and cannot always take care of all the matters at home.

So An Xia could only watch Lu Jingyang's talent being buried.

Seeing Lu Jingyang so engrossed, An Xia really couldn't bear to interrupt him, but she had to interrupt him no matter how reluctant she was.

Song Lanzhi didn't like him painting. She was still in the mall. The three sides of the studio were floor-to-ceiling windows. With just a quick glance, she could see Lu Jingyang sitting in the corner of the window painting.

If she caught me red-handed, who knows how much trouble it would cause here.

It is better to have less trouble than more, so An Xia could only interrupt Lu Jingyang.

"Jingyang, stop painting and let's go home." An Xia walked to Lu Jingyang and said softly.

But Lu Jingyang was so absorbed in it that he seemed to be cut off from all external sounds and immersed in it. No matter how many times An Xia called out, there was no response.

Qingtian stepped forward and said, "Forget it. Let him paint for a while. Come with me to the warehouse to look at the materials first."

Qingtian and Anxia knew each other five years ago.

With the same hobbies and pursuit of art.

Qingtian's family was not well off financially and could not support him to go to art school to study art, so after graduating from high school, Qingtian went out to work to pursue his dream.

But in the art industry, for an ordinary person like him who only has a little talent, it would never be easy to make money quickly.

Because of financial problems, he really couldn't concentrate on art, so he had to give up. Coincidentally, An Xia got married that year, and after marriage, she ran into Qing Tian, ​​who was down and out. After learning about his predicament, she resolutely took out the betrothal gift given by Lu Beichuan when she got married and opened this studio.

Can be considered an invisible shareholder.

Qingtian worked very hard after starting his business and made back his investment in just one year. In the following years, he even had excess profits to give back to Anxia.

This art studio has made a great contribution to An Xia's ability to save so much money so quickly.

Over the years, Qingtian was responsible for helping her get the materials for making models at home.

Seeing that Lu Jingyang had no intention of leaving, An Xia had no choice but to nod. It just so happened that the model materials at home were almost used up. She brought Lu Jingyang out to the mall today just to bring some materials back.

"Why have you started taking orders recently? Are there any financial problems?"

After entering the warehouse and seeing that there was no one around, Qingtian started to ask An Xia.

He also knew An Xia's online pseudonym of South, the handmade master, and that she had to give up this identity because of her marriage. But now she not only picked it up again, but also worked very hard to take orders.

It was obvious that something was wrong.

An Xia paused while taking the goods, then quickly regained her composure and replied calmly, "Yeah. I'm getting a divorce. The cost of divorce is a bit high, so I have to work harder."

An Xia said the second half of the sentence jokingly, but Qingtian could still hear the loneliness hidden in her voice.

She had given so much to this marriage and gave up her beloved career just like that. The marriage came to an end not long after it started. Who else could be so nonchalant as to act as if nothing had happened?

"I will transfer the profits of the studio in the past few months to you later." Qingtian said with almost no hesitation: "I have opened a few more tutoring classes recently. The registration fees collected by then will also be a considerable amount. It should be able to help you solve some of your urgent needs."

An Xia smiled: "This is not summer or winter vacation, why are you opening a tutoring class? I'm fine, just run the studio well. I'm counting on the studio to support me in my old age."

Qingtian concealed a look of sorrow between his brows.

always like this.

Whenever he encounters a problem, An Xia will immediately appear to help solve it.

But now it was An Xia's turn to encounter problems, and he could only stand by and cheer her on.