Chapter 152: Pregnancy First, Marriage Later

"Brother Dragonfly, happy cooperation. Remember to reserve those historically significant cultural relics for me. I'll have my assistant buy them another day."

"I originally thought President Fu was benevolent to the world, but I didn't expect Miss Li to also be a person of great righteousness."

"Not worth mentioning. President Fu is wealthy and loves doing charity."

Fu Yanyan's company already perfectly encompassed people's clothing, food, housing, and transportation. In other words, the money spent casually today would flow straight back into the Fu Group's pockets tomorrow.

After saying this, Zhong Huayan gave a playful glance at Fu Yanyan beside her.

He had changed into a grey casual outfit, with servants and bodyguards standing neatly behind him in four full rows.

Outside the villa, mercenaries were everywhere.

Catching the woman's gaze, Fu Yanyan felt a sense of being relied upon.

He loved this feeling—the feeling of being depended on by her.

"As long as Madam is happy."

Brother Dragonfly was already stuffed from the public display of affection between the two. He could hardly imagine that this high-and-mighty, untouchable, and stern man could be this gentle and tender at this moment.

At that instant, he believed in love. Perhaps there really was such a thing as fate in this world.

At least, he had witnessed that even such a formidable and invincible person had moments of being deeply moved. What reason did he have not to believe in love?

Yet deep affection is often short-lived, and true enough, even someone who commanded the business world like Fu Yanyan could not escape the trial of love.

Love could be sweet, it could be bitter, it could naturally cause agonizing pain, and it could also bloom from the ashes...

"If Miss Li has any further needs in the future, you can ask President Fu to contact me. We can still co-host live streams together. Today, I am truly in awe of Miss Li's artifact appraisal skills."

After exchanging some polite pleasantries, Zhong Huayan saw him out. Just as she turned back, she fell into a solid and warm embrace.

"A-Hua, eat a bit more."

Fu Yanyan had been busy all morning and was only just having lunch when he arrived at the site.

People at the company always said he had an indestructible, iron-like physique. No matter how much he drank or how irregularly he ate, his body always remained full of energy, able to withstand anything, and he almost never got sick.

"A-Hua..."

"What is it?"

Fu Yanyan actually had a selfish motive. He truly did not want her to expose herself to others, especially hundreds of thousands of people; doing so undoubtedly made him suffer greatly. It would be best if she were seen and appreciated by him alone, forever and ever. He did not like sharing this affection with anyone, nor did he like the glowing praises showered on her by her fans. Yet he still could not bring himself to say it, too terrified that it would make him unhappy. Thus, the words he was about to speak were swallowed back alive.

"Nothing."

"A-yan, thank you. I'm growing to like you more and more..."

Zhong Huayan was genuinely grateful for his help.

Looking into her eyes, which curved like crescent moons when she smiled, Fu Yanyan's heart instantly melted into a pool of tender affection.

"No need to thank me. It's what I should do."

He suddenly felt that his thoughts were truly selfish. Everything could be taken slowly; once A-Hua graduated, once she grew dependent on him, he could get their marriage certificate first and then let her bear many children for him, thereby keeping her by his side forever and ever.

Let nature take its course, and success would follow naturally.

As for those sordid matters, they should never be allowed to surface. Even if they did, he would be forced to make certain decisions—such as getting pregnant before marrying.

In his mind, an image of her holding a child had already emerged.

This was the best way.

He would give A-Hua and their child the best life, the best education, and the most wonderful everything.

Fu Yanyan felt as though he were working for A-Hua for the rest of his life, yet he was more than willing to be this laborer.

He refused to dwell on other unfounded natural and man-made disasters; even in death, he would die alongside her.

If they could be together, he would willingly plunge into the abyss.

After being fed, Zhong Huayan lay sprawling across the bed. Fu Yanyan picked up a cotton swab and ointment to apply medicine to her gently, blowing on it softly as he worked for fear of causing her any pain.

Being tended to so thoroughly made her drowsy, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

Watching the woman who had fallen asleep in two seconds, Fu Yanyan said affectionately with deep pampering, "What a clumsy little pig."

Over the past six months, he had completely witnessed a somewhat different side of her.

Yet he loved her all the more. No matter what she was like in private, he loved her boundlessly.

She was the most talented, capable, lovely, and kind person in the entire world... He truly felt he had struck gold.

In his eyes, she had no flaws, only merits.

When he was little, he had wanted to cling to her every single day; this deep affection had already sprouted since childhood.

Zhong Huayan was awakened by a text message on her phone. She unlocked the screen and saw it was from Jiang Yeyan.

[My mother just went out. Will you still come to collect the treasure?]

She suddenly remembered the piece Jiang Yeyan had possession of—the Ming dynasty imperial concubine purple-flowered wax-bottomed thirteen-folding single fan ribs. According to market value, if this fan were taken to auction, it could fetch over two million.

Yet Jiang Yeyan was actually willing to sell it to her for eight hundred thousand, without any room for bargaining. He probably didn't know much about these antiques, and his mother likely received plenty of gifts without ever researching their prices.

Originally, she had intended to send Sweet Potato to retrieve it.

Yet she suddenly recalled what that kid had said before—that he frequently suffered hallucinations, seeing her engulfed in flames and plunging downward... But back then, he was only seventeen, and logically speaking, the two of them had never met.

Unless... Jiang Yeyan's parents were connected to the arson case from back then.

It was highly likely.

That was why Jiang Yeyan would associate her with being engulfed in flames as she fell.

Zhong Huayan decided to go to Jiang Yeyan's house herself to investigate. What secret was this enigmatic youth hiding? To be precise, how was his family connected to the arson case?

Throwing on a white coat casually, she rushed out the door in a flurry.

She had previously bought a car with the money she earned. Although it wasn't a luxury vehicle, she preferred driving this kind of everyday car.

She disliked the feeling of having a tracking device installed on a vehicle.

Every single car belonging to the Fu Group and all the vehicles under Fu Yanyan's name possessed a tracking and positioning system capable of connecting to the corporate computer terminal and Fu Yanyan's mobile terminal.

He could even see every single movement inside the car with absolute clarity.

Zhong Huayan was not someone who enjoyed being spied on.

After driving for about half an hour, she arrived at the self-built house belonging to Jiang Yeyan's family.

Jiang Yeyan's home was indeed not in a villa district; it was an old, self-built house, presumably located in an urban village.

Given the size of Jiang Yeyan's property in this part of the capital, it likely belonged to a traditional courtyard compound. She had noticed that children raised within the capital's courtyard compounds all possessed a rebellious and untamed temperament deep in their bones. Xu Yaochuan, Xu Chuyin, and Xu Yuan had all come from such courtyards in the capital.

This fellow certainly didn't look like someone who cultivated self-restraint; if his parents hadn't forced him, he would probably have been hanging out in bars and hotels long ago.

After she sent the text message, the heavy gates of the old house slowly creaked open.