Later, Gong Zhi Jing never brought up this matter again.
She felt that perhaps her father would just live out his life this way.
But life is unpredictable, who can say what the future holds!
(Regarding the discussion about generational seniority, I hadn't considered it before, so let's temporarily put aside the matter of Father Gong and Zhu Li Yue.)
The next day.
Ling Yu Chen indeed did not go to work.
He and Gong Ye stayed home to take care of the child, while Gong Zhi Jing went to the Wen family alone.
That girl Qiao Xin Yue, ever since going on vacation with Wen Yan, had not returned even once.
This time, Li Bo Wen was going to the Wen family to propose, so she and Wen Yan would likely both return!
Everyone was on the verge of happy events, and life seemed to be getting better and better.
Gong Zhi Jing glanced out the window, her eyes filled with picturesque scenery.
Even though she had seen it yesterday, it still brought her joy to see it again.
She took out her phone and recorded a long video, sharing it with the group chat.
Soon, Wen Xuan Xuan and Qiao Xin Yue both replied, sending astonished emoji packs.
Qiao Xin Yue exclaimed, "I was only away for a while, how could such a big change happen?"
Wen Xuan Xuan: "Ahhh, so beautiful, did your Ling Yu Chen arrange this for you? So romantic!"
Gong Zhi Jing replied to each of them one by one.
"Yo yo, someone's eyes are only on the big star, how can they tolerate anyone else!"
"Yeah, if you like it, have your Li Bo Wen arrange it for you!"
Qiao Xin Yue replied with a facepalm emoji.
Wen Xuan Xuan, on the other hand, replied with a mouth full of complaints: "That guy is such a straight man! Forget about a flower sea, he's never even sent me a single bouquet!"
Gong Zhi Jing quickly took a screenshot of the chat history and sent it to Li Bo Wen.
Although Li Bo Wen didn't seem like a straight man, it was still possible he might forget to bring flowers when he came to propose today.
A gentle reminder from her would make everyone happy.
Li Bo Wen quickly replied with a thank you.
He truly hadn't considered sending flowers.
Gong Zhi Jing's reminder was indeed timely.
While he could sometimes be clumsy, he was thoughtful enough when it came to Wen Xuan Xuan.
He even specifically searched online for what flowers girls liked, and what flowers to send a girlfriend.
The journey was still long, so after a brief chat, Gong Zhi Jing put down her phone and prepared to rest her eyes.
Seeing this, Han Xiao turned the car's music down a notch.
Gong Zhi Jing didn't intend to sleep, and opened her eyes directly, reminding him, "It's okay, listening to music is quite nice too."
"Alright, Madam." Han Xiao immediately turned the volume back up.
Gong Zhi Jing glanced at him and casually asked, "I heard your wife gave birth, was it a boy or a girl?"
Every time she saw Han Xiao, she would think of him and Qiao Xin Yue.
It was quite a shame for these two, as they were childhood sweethearts, after all.
But in matters of love, there are always more regrets than happiness; unrequited love is the norm.
Mentioning his wife and child, a smile appeared on Han Xiao's face.
"It's a boy, weighing over seven catties!"
"Congratulations, take good care of your wife, she must have suffered quite a bit."
Han Xiao said earnestly, "I will, thank you for your concern, Madam."
Gong Zhi Jing smiled faintly without speaking. She could see that Han Xiao was very happy now.
Silence returned to the car, with only the light and melodious music playing. Listening to the music and gazing at the scenery outside was incredibly relaxing.
Han Xiao drove the car, occasionally glancing out the window. The beautiful scenery always lifted one's spirits.
He worked diligently, and thinking of his wife and child occasionally warmed his heart.
Ever since the President married the Madam President, his work benefits had also been getting better and better.
Life was becoming more hopeful, which was wonderful!
But, to be honest.
He found that his President seemed to be a romantic at heart.
He invested hundreds of millions into a scenic area, just to plant flowers to please his wife.
To accompany his wife and the young lady, he wasn't even going to the company now.
But then again, money can't be earned endlessly, and family is more important.
...
The Wen Family.
Wen Xuan Xuan lounged on the sofa, constantly stuffing grapes into her mouth.
Her mother, Mrs. Wen, was chattering beside her, "You child, you only eat a bite or two for breakfast, how can that be nutritious? You're eating for one, but nourishing four..."
Wen Xuan Xuan was used to it. She thought her mother might be going through menopause, otherwise, why would she talk so much?
It wasn't that she didn't want to eat, but if she ate, she would have to vomit. She was surviving entirely on fruits right now.
Mrs. Wen sighed incessantly out of frustration, her head aching.
Just then, the cook came over and said, "Madam, the porridge is ready."
Mrs. Wen nodded and looked at Wen Xuan Xuan, "My little ancestor, please eat something!"
"Alright."
Wen Xuan Xuan got up from the sofa with a grimace, feeling despair in her heart!
Her mother wouldn't give up until she saw the coffin.
But she also knew that it was all for her own good, it was just that this love was too suffocating.
"This is for you to drink porridge, not to eat poison..." Mrs. Wen was angered by her expression.
Wen Xuan Xuan sat at the dining table, looking at the porridge in front of her. Her stomach churned, and she felt extremely nauseous.
Yet, the porridge was clearly white and thick, fragrant, exuding a rich rice aroma.
She took a deep breath, and as if enduring punishment, she picked up the spoon and shoved it into her mouth. She swallowed without daring to taste it.
As soon as she swallowed, her stomach seemed to undergo a chemical reaction, and everything in her stomach surged out.
"Ugh... gag..."
Wen Xuan Xuan covered her mouth, suddenly stood up, the chair scraping backward with a creak, and then she rushed to the bathroom.
"Xuan Xuan..."
Mrs. Wen was alarmed and quickly followed her.
"Gag... gag..."
Wen Xuan Xuan kept vomiting. The grapes and apples she had just eaten were all thrown up.
"Oh dear, you've thrown it all up." Mrs. Wen was very heartbroken and kept patting her back.
"This baby of yours is also so troublesome, what are we going to do..."
Wen Xuan Xuan wore a distressed expression, feeling extremely unwell. She gasped for breath, her face turning pale.
She was about to complain angrily, but when she saw the tears welling up in her mother's eyes and the concern and distress on her face, her anger immediately dissipated.
"Mom, I'm fine."
Mrs. Wen caressed Wen Xuan Xuan's face tenderly, her voice choked with emotion.
"Carrying a child is too much suffering for you..."
"It's okay, I just don't want to eat. Don't force me to eat."
Mrs. Wen sighed and didn't say anything more.
Wen Xuan Xuan tried to soothe the discomfort in her stomach and drank several glasses of water before feeling much better.
She lazily lay down on the sofa, not wanting to move at all, feeling utterly weak.
Mrs. Wen looked at her with a worried expression and asked for some washed fruit to be brought over.
If she couldn't drink the porridge, eating some fruit would be good.
Wen Xuan Xuan said irritably, "Mom, I don't want to eat."
Her mouth still tasted sour, and she felt terribly uncomfortable.
Thinking of her earlier discomfort, Mrs. Wen didn't want to trouble her any further.
"It's fine, we'll eat later."