"Pregnant?" Fu Han's face lit up with shock and joy when she heard this. She reached out to touch Nan Qing's belly, which was as flat as a plain. Who could imagine that inside, there resided a tiny life?
Blushing even more intensely, Nan Qing gathered her courage and spoke again, "Wang Yixuan really likes children, so he insists I give birth to ours. He said he wants to marry me, so we came back here."
The temperature in the heated room was rising, and Fu Han's face turned a bright red, looking even happier than Nan Qing, the mother-to-be.
But her merry face turned solemn as she spoke with uncertainty, "But... what did your parents say? Did they agree?"
At that, the faint smile on Nan Qing's face collapsed completely, and she looked at Fu Han with a pained expression, "That's the problem. Wang Yixuan dislikes being tied down, so he will certainly not agree to work for Nangong Group. And my parents have made it clear that my husband is to inherit the company. I... I..."
