Jiang Zhiyuan carefully recalled for a mont, and then shared his understanding with her.
An Nan didn’t expect him to think of such details. After listening, she slowly lowered her head, touching the ring on her other hand, and softly asked, "I’m not pregnant, do you still want to marry ?"
Jiang Zhiyuan...
For nearly a minute, he just stood there dumbfounded, while she looked up, confronting every subtle change in him during this ti.
Then he suddenly sat down next to her and held her hand, "You silly! I want to marry you, not just for a child!"
Of course, he wanted to marry her; he dread of marrying her.
An Nan was a bit dazed; she thought he would be sowhat disappointed, but now he was holding her hand tightly, as if afraid to lose her.
"I wanted to marry you a long ti ago, back when we weren’t even thinking about having a child."
Jiang Zhiyuan clasped her hand and told her again.
An Nan’s heart was suddenly overwheld with sadness. Always strong, her eyes suddenly grew heavy, and she lowered her head, biting her lip hard.
She hadn’t been able to rest since last night, always feeling like a liar, telling him she might be pregnant, and then causing such a fuss, yet she wasn’t pregnant after all.
The period hadn’t co just because of stress; she now even felt a slight pain in her lower abdon, thinking perhaps her period was about to start.
"I’m sorry! I thought I was pregnant!"
An Nan looked up at him, sorrowful, her voice a little hoarse.
"As long as you’re willing to marry , it doesn’t matter if we never have children! What I want is you, An Nan!"
Jiang Zhiyuan couldn’t help but smile, and explained to her again.
An Nan couldn’t help but smile a bit too, tears already streaming down.
"But your parents think I’m pregnant; what should we do?"
An Nan softly asked him, with a hint of pleading in her gaze.
"It’s all my fault, wanting too much to marry you, afraid you’d back out, so I told all our relatives and friends; you couldn’t stop if you tried. I’ll explain to my parents; you don’t need to worry! And if you really feel bad, we could make it happen now; there’s still ti, what do you say?"
Jiang Zhiyuan’s big eyes suddenly turned all suggestive again.
"You scoundrel! You haven’t even healed yet, and you’re thinking about bedroom stuff all day!"
An Nan couldn’t help but give him a glance.
"Hehe! Such a small injury, unless you do like the other day and move on top of ?"
"Jiang Zhiyuan!"
An Nan was mortified, imdiately calling his na after hearing his words.
Jiang Zhiyuan, seeing her moist-eyed and captivating, felt like his heart was about to lt: "Baby, I like you like this so much, I promise to be a good person after we get married!"
"Hmm? You weren’t good before?"
An Nan asked him confusedly.
"Uh! Be a good ’person’!"
Jiang Zhiyuan chuckled and hugged her, slipping his hand under her clothes.
An Nan...
Helian Hao couldn’t resist sending An Nan a ssage to inquire about the news. By then, An Nan and Jiang Zhiyuan were done, and she leaned against the headboard, replying to Helian Hao with, "Getting the certificate tomorrow! Get ready to give us red envelopes!"
Helian Hao, upon seeing her ssage, was almost moved to tears, hugging Jing Feng by the window and grinning foolishly: "An Nan wants us to prepare red envelopes!"
Jing Feng was originally looking at a non-translated docunt, sowhat headache-inducing, but with Helian Hao’s sudden outburst, his previously serious deanor turned to a light laugh: "It’s rare to see you so invested in soone other than Qin Mu!"
"Doesn’t matter! We have to celebrate tomorrow night together!"
Helian Hao shook her hair, talking to Jing Feng.
"They didn’t ntion celebrating, are we just going to crash their dinner?"
"Why not? They’re getting the certificate tomorrow; it’s proper to treat us."
Mu Yichen, Jing Feng, and Qiao Yi all treated, so Jiang Zhiyuan of course couldn’t break the tradition.
"Call Yichen!"
Jing Feng thought for a mont and said.
"Forget it? At this hour, if they’re together, they’re definitely in bed!"
"Not necessarily!"
Jing Feng spoke softly yet confidently.
Helian Hao didn’t stop him, and indeed, as Jing Feng thought, they weren’t sleeping. Chengcheng had a fever; Mu Yichen was with Chengcheng, and when Qin Mu was preparing to take a granule dicine over, she happened to hear her phone ringing in their room, so she took it to Mu Yichen.
"It’s a call from Jing Feng!"
Qin Mu went to the son’s room and handed the phone to Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen got up from the bed, while Qin Mu sat down, holding the little one: "Chengcheng, drink the dicine before you sleep!"
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