Strawberry Green Works Flash Marriage, Dear Wife AA System Flash Marriage, Dear Wife AA System Volume 1 Chapter 21. Forced Marriage - He is Your Baby

  The world seemed to have fallen silent in an instant.

  The cold earth was originally frozen, and now it has a few more desolate and cold flavors. On the empty golf course, two tall and straight men looked like they were holding up a piece of sky on the green grass.

  "Shao Fan..." The surroundings were too quiet, making Su Qinglan's heart feel uneasy. Her non-stop talking mouth unknowingly came to a halt. Her timid gaze shifted back and forth between Luo Shao Fan and Rong Qian.

  Personal Secretary?

  Luo Shaobo's slender eyes fell on Rong Qian's black pupils.

  Rong Qian looked at Su Qinglan calmly and quietly, after a few seconds of silence, he barely audible whispered a few words: "Personal Secretary?"

  Su Qinglan had expected Rong Qian to offer some explanation, but instead he only uttered these four words. She was momentarily stunned, her mind unable to react in time, and she simply stared blankly at Rong Qian: "Ah..."

  He glanced at Rong Yu, whose calm and composed appearance seemed to be hiding a subtle undercurrent of tension. Suddenly, he turned around, quickened his pace, and headed towards the agreed-upon wine house. His reaction was somewhat suspicious.

  Su Qinglan, who was initially a bit afraid, quickly followed Luo Shaofeng as he walked away. Luo Shaofeng walked too fast, Su Qinglan panicked and grabbed his sleeve, pleading: "Shaofeng, one day of husband and wife is a hundred days of kindness. Even if I did everything wrong, my love for you was not wrong. Look, we've been married for over a year, and I don't know how to be better to you. Our child is still so young, he needs his biological mother to raise him..."

  Rong Qian glanced at the scene behind him, quickened his pace, and walked away from the two of them, leaving with steady steps that made it seem like he hadn't experienced anything.

  "Let go!" Raising his arm, Luo Shaofeng gazed at Su Qinglan with a cold and detached expression, yet seemingly smiling, "If you keep clinging to me, guess what I'll do?"

  "Little sail——" was shocked, Su Qinglan's eyes flashed with embarrassment and unwillingness, as well as helplessness and tolerance. She stared tightly at Luo Shaofan's cold and handsome face, unable to think of anything, her face turned red, suddenly closed her eyes, bent her knees, and heavily knelt on the cool grass, bowed her waist, and tightly grasped Luo Shaofan's pant leg.

  Luo Shaofan furrowed his brow, unable to help but bend down, grabbing Su Qinglan's arm with one hand, ready to throw her out.

  Su Qinglan grasped tightly, gritted her teeth, and spoke in a voice that was neither high nor low, but with a sob: "Shao Fan, Qiao Yunxue will not forgive you, she won't want my baby either, and she won't marry you. Why are you risking everything? Moreover, she's married to Rong Qian, a man who can't be trifled with. Rong Qian has been in the capital for seven years, have you ever heard of anyone taking advantage of him? Provoking Qiao Yunxue is undoubtedly a path to destruction. Shao Fan, I'm doing this for your own good. Shao Fan, our family of three..."

  "So, apart from you, Su Qinglan, who else has taken advantage of me?" With a light smile, Luo Shaofeng's sunny and refreshing demeanor changed to a few shades deeper, his eyes deep like the sea. He casually grabbed Su Qinglan's curly hair, "Matters concerning Rong Qian are my matters. Your matters are your own matters. Don't get them mixed up. Also, if you dare to cause trouble for Yunxue, I'll let you taste what it's like to be worse off than dead. The relationship between you and Rong Qian, the truth about Hua Tianyan, I will investigate clearly, so don't bother Miss Su to take the initiative to inform me. Because - I don't believe!"

  "I'm really pregnant with your child, three months now." Su Qinglan struggled to speak, not daring to be too loud, afraid of attracting other people's attention, so the proud and face-saving Luo Shaobai would definitely not give her any chance.

  "What's it to you?" Luo Shaofeng smiled, but his smile was cold. "I don't acknowledge him. You can either abort him or give birth to him, but don't come looking for me for child support."

  Listening in astonishment, staring blankly, Su Qinglan's pinched fingertips slowly loosened his pant leg. Her beautiful face was filled with terror. She sat down awkwardly.

  No longer paying attention to Su Qinglan, Luo Shaobai strode forward with large steps. When he caught up to Rong Qian's side, he was smiling.

  Rong Qian also gave Luo Shaofan a faint smile.

  Luo Shaofan raised an eyebrow and stretched out his hand with a bright smile: "It seems that we are destined to be entangled for life..."

  Rong Qian's thin lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word. The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint, subtle smile.

  "It sounds like a lingering feeling." Luo Shaofan nodded slightly and smiled lightly, "Others would think we've promised to be together for life."

  "A lifetime of entanglement?" Rong Qian slightly raised the corner of his lips, thinking seriously, "Of course, a lifetime of entanglement... However, Yunxue wouldn't like us to be entangled for a lifetime..."

  Luo Shaofeng nodded: "Indeed. It's a bit funny... I just found out today that Rong Qian, you also know how to invite a secretary. The news I heard is that in the past two years, you haven't invited any secretaries."

  "That's because I don't want a female secretary." Rong Qian smiled faintly and opened the door, "Luo Shao, why don't we hire male secretaries from now on?"

  "Cut——" The originally inscrutable face was instantly filled with disdain, Luo Shaofeng opened his own door with a swoop, stepped in leisurely, and said with a half-joking and half-serious tone, "I'd rather hope that one day I can invite Rong Jian to be my secretary at Longji."

  Rong Qian smiled lightly and shook his head, facing the room, leaving only a back view, making Luo Shaofan unable to see clearly.

  He closed the door tightly, shutting out Luo Shaofeng's confusion along with it.

  He loosened his tie, pulled open the curtains and stood on the balcony, overlooking a large golf course.

  He didn't expect Su Qinglan to dare bring up the matter from two and a half years ago herself.

  Lu Shao Fan had his suspicions. This means that before Lu Shao Fan found Yun Xue, he must take the initiative to tell her everything as soon as possible, otherwise even if a god descended from heaven, it would be impossible to save their marriage.

  What's more, she is now already out of his sight.

  Clouds and snow...

  As he savored the gentle name, Rong Qian's originally stern long face gradually softened. His heart stirred, he picked up his phone and flipped through it until he stopped at a small photo.

  That is a sleeping face.

  Her small mouth was raised, her little nose was straight, and her two curved long eyelashes were like soft brushes, trembling lightly. Her broad forehead was covered with messy hair, looking delicate and lovely.

  This is actually a photo he took on their wedding night. At that time, he was just momentarily moved and inexplicably got up to take this sleeping look. At that time, he felt that the little woman in the quilt was like a fresh flower, constantly emitting her unique passion.

  It's also good to have such a wife.

  He never thought of the two words "feelings" at that time. He thought his feelings had weathered many years ago.

  He never thought he would think of the word "feelings" again.

  When he walked with her to the civil affairs bureau, took wedding photos, and received their marriage certificate. He thought of being together for a lifetime, through thick and thin for decades, but still didn't think of the two words "love".

  When she repeatedly resisted marriage, he tried every means to make her accept the fact, even when holding her to watch "The Beginning of Human" and still didn't think of the word "emotion".

  When did he start having an unrelenting feeling of reluctance, he could no longer recall.

  What he could recall was the moment when he saw the sorrow beneath her smiling face, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. He had never known that a woman could conceal her emotions so well. She almost deceived him...

  He never knew that there was a woman's heart in this world, so pure and shy. Just like the neon lights of a deep night, suddenly lit up a bright star.

  The phone rang.

  He reluctantly hung up the photo and answered: "Qian Tao?"

  "Things are almost done." Qian Tao's tone was cheerful, and he seemed very pleased. "Today is the day when reporters from the city will come, and I estimate that tomorrow it will be reported on the news and radio, and things will get big, and once they're big, they'll be easier to handle. Tomorrow, there will be reporters coming from the province. Although the matter is tricky, it will be handled properly. Zong, this 3 million yuan spent on connections may be expensive, but it's very effective."

  "As long as it works." Calmly, with a peaceful and composed expression, "Keep an eye on the online platform at all times. Don't reveal your identity. I'll be back tomorrow night."

  "Don't worry, I, Qian Tao, am reliable in handling matters." Qian Tao boasted proudly, "However, not as stable as Director Rong. I really don't understand why Luo Shaobai is being so obedient this time and following you around all the time."

  "Because he wants to see what I'm going to do. He wants to know the answer." Rong Qian smiled faintly, "The calmer I am, the more he wants to know, and the less willing he is to leave..." What Rong Qian didn't say was that Luo Shaofan had indeed given up on letting go of Qiao Yunxue. This realization made his heart inexplicably flutter with excitement.

  Qian Tao burst out laughing: "But he doesn't know that, our boss is secretly planning a move to save the Oil Painting Village. On the surface, we're just playing golf, but in reality, we're making secret arrangements. We'll openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chen River. Conservatively speaking, the Oil Painting Village won't be demolished. I just don't know what our boss's next move is, so I can make plans accordingly."

  "Next step......" Rong Qian's eyes condensed with high-flying clouds and a faint smile, "The next step I will take personally."

  "Oh?" Qian Tao listened with interest, but finally sighed, "I hope that Tong will think carefully for Yunxue's sake, and not end up making a wedding dress for them instead."

  "Oh."

  Qian Tao asked tentatively: "Director Rong seems a bit tired?"

  Raising an eyebrow slightly, she smiled humbly: "Letting oneself and the other party end up even is tiring, of course."

  "That Na Tong should rest early," said Qian Tao.

  Rong Qian hung up the phone and her eyes fell on the small mouth in the photo again.

  "Why put all your discontent on the corner of your mouth?" Knitting his brow, Rong Qian solemnly asked the photo.

  Turned around and picked up pajamas, walked towards the bathroom.

  Heaven knows, for the sake of Oil Painting Village, he actually slept soundly for two nights in a row.

  Tomorrow is still a day, he will have to go back then. That's when the competition with Longji begins.

  Protecting his wife and child is a man's top priority. His future became colorful because of the appearance of that silly girl, although it was unintentional, although it was... unexpected.

  Oil Painting Street, Qiao Yunxue was secretly making a call to Rong Qian. However, it couldn't get through. After thinking for a moment, she dialed Luo Shaofan's phone number, but still couldn't get through.

  "Yunxue, wait a bit longer, make up your mind after some time." Lin Xiaomei leaned on the big bed, persuading her, "You at least have to see Rong Qian again before saying anything."

  But where is he?

  Qiao Yunxue's ten fingers twisted into a Tianjin-style hemp rope knot.

  The next day.

  Oil Painting Street is particularly lively.

  That's because there was news in the city - "The Cultural Ancient Town is about to become history". It explains the historical background, cultural context and special significance of Oil Painting Street. As well as the reason for demolition. When the cultural base and the real estate that became rich overnight are linked together, it has an especially significant meaning.

  Whoever gets involved will be unlucky.

  As soon as the news came out, a high-ranking official of the National Land Bureau burst into rage, slamming his fist on the table: "Who released this news? You don't want to mix anymore!" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he made a phone call. The result was even more furious: "Luo Shaofan, you actually dare to turn off your phone?"

  Unable to sit still any longer, the Director of the National Land Bureau personally drove a small car to Oil Painting Street. But upon seeing provincial journalists taking photos on Oil Painting Street, he was tongue-tied.

  The oil painting street was more lively than ever before, but Qiao Yunxue and her mother didn't know. Early in the morning, she was pressed by her mother to go to Longteng Garden, got on Jiangqiong's car, and sat down at the tea restaurant next door.

  Jiang Qiong was even more resolute, and within three minutes, he had Luo Haiyan bring over little Luo Tianpeng.

  Qiao Chengkang and Xia Xinqin, the couple, were both loyal and dutiful people who had no choice but to push their daughter to take responsibility. Although they felt sorry for their daughter, they absolutely refused to give in. Qiao Yuxue remained silent, sitting quietly.

  A person on the verge of divorce, facing a noblewoman who is forcing marriage, what else can she think of, what else can she say. Her heart is empty and desolate, unsure where to anchor.

  "It's all good now." Jiang Qiong smiled and drank the West Lake Longjing tea with relish, elegantly licking her hair, and warmly said, "The broken mirror is reunited, this is the most beautiful thing in the world. Xinqin, from now on we are really close like family."

  Qiao Chengkang sulked, while Xia Xinqin said indifferently: "I knew it, I should have married a rich and powerful person back then, now I wouldn't be suffering from this kind of treatment."

  "Mom—" Qiao Yunxue stood up in shock. Feeling heartache for her old dad, but looking at the sorrowful appearance of her old mom, her heart suddenly softened. Her mother had always been tough and stubborn, now saying such harsh words was also beyond her control.

  Qiao Chengkang remained silent, not making a sound.

  Calling Luo Tianpeng over, Jiang Qiong cooed at the baby: "Come on, let this beautiful auntie give you a hug."

  Every day, although Su Qinglan is still young, she is not brought by her mother, but is taken care of by the nanny and is very lovely. She has seen Qiao Yunxue before and remembers it. With a smile, she immediately raises her face to a 45-degree angle, stretches out her small hands towards Qiao Yunxue and says: "Auntie hug."

  Faced with such a cute little face, no one can refuse. Qiao Yunxue didn't push him away, her hand rested on the small shoulder, and she stared blankly - this is the child of Luo Shaofan and Su Qinglan.

  Jiang Qiong couldn't help but smile: "Yunxue, hug Tian Tian every day, he's your precious baby. Look, can you bear to disappoint him? He's only a year and a half old, you can be angry with me, but not with the baby. Since you're here today, it means you've agreed to me. I'll speak directly, now that Shao Fan's career is stable, he no longer needs you to work together with him, all you need to do is be the young mistress of the Luo family and raise Tian Tian well."

  Qiao Yunxue stared at Tian Tian, this child was not shy at all. Moreover, his intellectual development was very early, and he walked steadily and spoke fluently. He was now grinning: "Daddy said you're Mommy."

  "I...am not." She averted her eyes, but saw her mother's reproachful gaze.

  "That... can't be so fast." Xia Xinqin gritted her teeth, "Our Yunxue is still not free."

  Jiang Qiong smiled: "I know this. But getting a divorce certificate is just a matter of minutes. Yunxue, you and Rongqian can say it straight out - if you're infertile, he'll let go. Xinqin, we've decided on this. When Yunxue has good news to share, our Luo family will immediately come to congratulate her. I, Jiang Qiong, guarantee with my chest that regarding the wedding, no matter what requirements you have, no matter how luxurious you want it to be, we'll agree to everything."

  "......" Xia Xinqin gazed at her daughter, glancing at Tian Tian, "Yunxue, this child is indeed lovely." As a mother, she was indeed shaken. Thinking about the future of Oil Painting Street, and also thinking about her daughter's future.

  No matter what, my daughter did date Luo Shaofan for eight years. As her mother, I understand her feelings. And if she really can't have children, then this choice is actually the best one.

  "Of course, it's lovely every day." Jiang Qiong was extremely pleased, gazing at her grandson with affectionate and satisfied eyes. "We've hired the best nanny, with a monthly salary higher than that of some managers. Of course, she can raise good children."

  Rong Qian had not contacted her for two days, and even Yan Zi hadn't received his call. Was this steady man also angry about her departure? Or was it because Zhao Peirong was a radiant presence... As she thought gloomily, Qiao Yunxue suddenly stood up, meeting Jiang Qiong's puzzled gaze, and said softly: "I want to talk to Luo Shaofan in person."

  "No, you have the intention, I can take charge." Jiang Qiong's mood was pleasant. "Please believe me, everything I'm doing now is according to my son's intentions, not mine. Yunxue, you can doubt me, but your consideration time is limited. It's said that Oil Painting Street will be given three months' time, but it's uncertain, these garden and transportation projects will start immediately."

  Jiang Qiong made no attempt to conceal her naked threat.

  After some thought, Qiao Yunxue quietly took out her phone and dialed a number.

  Rong Qian turned off the computer.

  He actually shut down... When she needed someone to lean on the most, when facing the toughest choice, he disappeared.

  She tightly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them: "Wait until I find Rong Qian, I'll tell him the fact that I'm having trouble getting pregnant. Auntie, help me contact Luo Shaoban, I promised him. The matter of Oil Painting Street, I'll take responsibility for it myself."

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