Half a year later.
It was almost the New Year, in the heart of winter, and Xiang City was bitterly cold. You Mingxu, holding her waist, sauntered downstairs. Even though she was dressed in layers, one could still tell that her waist had thickened noticeably from before.
Because she had been a formidable force in the bureau for many years now, it was an unusual sight to see her temporarily reassigned to a desk job, walking in a rather docile manner. The group of bigwigs in the office found this quite unusual and whenever they encountered her, they would stay at a distance out of habit.
So wherever You Mingxu now went at a leisurely pace, a path would automatically clear around her, making her even more commanding than before.
