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

An Xia blushed and didn't know what to say in rebuttal, so she simply turned her back on Lu Beichuan, rolled up the quilt and turned to the other side.

Lu Beichuan was not annoyed. He raised the corner of his lips and looked at An Xia, who was angry even at the back of her head.

"I've made an appointment with Uncle Wang to come and check your pulse this afternoon, so don't go out today."

An Xia turned around.

The Wang family and the Lu family are old friends. The Wang family is a doctor, and if the Lu family has any physical discomfort, they will ask him to see them. In the past, An Xia had irregular menstruation and extremely painful menstrual periods, and it was all this Uncle Wang who cured her.

The situation has improved a lot in recent years. But I had a severe pain again during my last menstrual period.

After her period ended, An Xia had forgotten about this matter. Last night, Lu Beichuan pushed too deep, which made her stomach feel a little uncomfortable. She moaned twice, but she didn't expect Lu Beichuan to remember it.

I even kept thinking about it until I woke up.

Someone who has never taken the initiative to care about others since getting married is now suddenly launching this caring offensive.

If An Xia said she wasn't moved at all when he made such an attack on her face, the man she had been in love with for ten years, she would be lying.

But even though she was moved, An Xia was not so much inclined to lose her mind just because Lu Beichuan did such a trivial thing.

"No need to trouble Uncle Wang to make the trip. I'm fine."

Lu Beichuan still insisted on doing what he wanted without allowing anyone to discuss it with him.

"I've already informed you. Just wait at home this afternoon."

An Xia remained silent. She said nothing more.

It has been like this ever since I met Lu Beichuan.

Whatever he says is what it is, and he won't let anyone say no. He is also unwilling to discuss things with others, and everything has to go according to his ideas.

When I was young, I had no opinions of my own, so An Xia naturally obeyed.

But she is now a 21-year-old adult.

Being mature and independent-minded, how could she be willing to blindly follow his orders?

Lu Beichuan noticed that the figure who had been full of energy just now suddenly became silent and depressed, and his eyes darkened a little.

He gently reached out and took the little woman with her back to him into his arms, and pressed his warm lips against her round and small earlobe.

"Other things can be discussed, but health issues cannot be ignored."

The low tone didn't change anything, but An Xia was still shocked.

Is this considered as him bowing his head first?

With his body pressed against hers without moving, An Xia tilted her head slightly and met the man's deep gaze.

He was motionless.

It seems like nothing was said, yet it seems like everything was said.

Some uncertainties were flying around in her heart. While she was hesitating, An Xia recalled the words she heard in the midst of the dire situation last night.

An Xia's eyes trembled slightly, and a faint light was flickering in her eyes.

"Lu Beichuan, are you..."

Before An Xia finished speaking, the phone on the bedside table rang. It was Lu Beichuan.

No one would be so tactless as to disturb him so early in the morning. If there was a call, it must be something urgent.

Lu Beichuan had already turned over to get his phone. An Xia pursed her lips and swallowed the question she was about to ask back into her stomach.

My heart was pounding and I was planning to wait until he hung up the phone before saying anything, but he suddenly stood up and hurried to the cloakroom with an anxious look on his face.

When he came out again, he left the room and went downstairs without even looking at her.

Two minutes later, An Xia heard the roar of a car starting in the yard.

He left again.

Again, he left without saying anything.

This scene has been repeated countless times over the past few years.

But the pain each time didn't lessen in the slightest.

Maybe Ming Xiyu called him away again on the pretext of feeling unwell, or maybe it was because of something else.

Anyway, no matter who it’s about, she has no right to know.

Lu Beichuan would not say it on his own initiative. Even if someone asked him, he would just find another excuse to get around it, or just say bluntly: You don't need to know.

An Xia pulled the quilt over her head to hide her complicated expression.

She had had enough of these days where hope was brought to her but then destroyed, leaving only disappointment.

After all this trouble, An Xia couldn't fall asleep. After changing clothes and going downstairs, Lu Jingyang was already feasting on the breakfast from Zhenpinlou that Xiao Ming had brought.

Xiao Ming, who had delivered breakfast, had not left yet.

He noticed that An Xia's face didn't look very good when she came downstairs, and thinking of the scene where Lu Beichuan had just left in a hurry, he had a rough idea in his mind.

If it were in the past, Xiao Ming would never have interfered in the affairs between the couple.

But now he knew that An Xia was divorcing Lu Beichuan, and Lu Beichuan was obviously unwilling to let go, so Xiao Ming had to speak up and explain for Lu Beichuan at the risk of being scolded.

"Madam, there was a message from the company this morning saying that there was a problem with the Overseas Department and President Lu had to rush over to deal with it, so..."

"Xiao Ming."

Xiao Ming was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Ok?"

"You don't need to report anything to me, or you'll have your salary deducted if he finds out." An Xia said indifferently, not caring at all.

Xiao Ming was stunned, then felt a little embarrassed.

"I don't care about his affairs, just do your job well."

Having known Lu Beichuan for so many years, An Xia still knew a thing or two about Lu Beichuan's personality. He had just been upstairs, lying on the same bed with her.

If he wanted to say it, he would have said it then. Why would he leave it until now for Xiao Ming to relay it?

Since he didn't want to say it on his own initiative, An Xia didn't want to listen.

An Xia glanced at the take-away box on the table, but didn't move. She just drank the warm water that had just been poured from the kitchen.

Seeing that Lu Jingyang had almost finished eating, An Xia took out two pieces of paper and handed them to him.

"Wipe your mouth, go upstairs and change your clothes later, and I'll take you to the studio to paint."

Towards Lu Jingyang, An Xia's tone unconsciously slowed down and softened.

When Xiao Ming heard this, he quickly stopped him.

"Madam, Mr. Lu has already contacted Doctor Wang to see you. You have to wait at home."

Although Xiao Ming didn't know much about art, he knew that it would take several hours to finish a painting, especially if it was Lu Jingyang. Wouldn't it take root in the studio?

An Xia glanced at him calmly: "I said, just do your part well."

She had no expression on her face, but she made people feel oppressive for some reason.

"Your position is Lu Beichuan's work assistant. Don't worry about his personal affairs."

Over the years, Xiao Ming was not respectful to her, but he was definitely not polite either.

The people around Lu Beichuan are just like Lu Beichuan.

No one cares about her, let alone see her.

Xiao Ming now calls her Madam, but in the early years he always called her Miss An. Even when he saw her sometimes, he was unwilling to even give her a glance.

Now that he has changed his attitude, it doesn't mean that he can erase everything he did in the past, so An Xia didn't speak to him too politely.