Song Qiao ate a slice of orange, squinting her eyes from the sourness. Hearing Chu Munan’s words, she paused at first, then seed to realize sothing, and looked at the man, saying, "You wouldn’t have co to Paris just to accompany for a prenatal checkup, would you?"
The baby inside her belly is already over seven months old, with around two months until the due date. Because she’s carrying twins, unlike others who might go for a checkup every two months, she has to go every month. Over the past six months, except for last month when he had sothing else to attend to, Chu Munan has visited every month, coincidentally aligning with his business trips here.
This month, she originally thought he wouldn’t have the ti to co, but unexpectedly, he showed up today.
The man paused holding the orange, his face showing no sign of embarrassnt, openly admitting, "I don’t feel assured when you go alone. Shinian has exams these days and doesn’t have ti to accompany you. If you have Auntie accompany you, she’d be overwheld if you need sothing. Isn’t it better if I accompany you for the checkup?"
Song Qiao smiled, revealing two small dimples on her cheeks, "Of course, it’s better. You accompanying isn’t just reassuring for ; the babies inside would be happy too. After all, you’re their godfather."
Chu Munan didn’t speak, his eyes deepened, making it hard to understand what he’s thinking, with a touch of regret flashing in his gaze, which Song Qiao didn’t notice.
...
The next day, snow in Paris finally stopped, but because it snowed heavily throughout last night, the snow outside was thick. Fortunately, the people in the neighborhood are nice; they swept the snow from the roads early, making it much easier for those heading out by car.
Early in the morning, Chu Munan had the assistant send Mu Shinian to school, then the assistant returned to take Chu Munan and Song Qiao to the hospital for the prenatal checkup.
Sitting in the car, Song Qiao watched the passing scenery outside the window, her face still holding a faint smile. Due to pregnancy, she only leaves ho for checkups; otherwise, she stays at ho even though the doctor suggested more exercise. And while she wishes to go out, considering the risks of going alone, she abandoned the idea. Now, with Chu Munan by her side, she feels much safer.
Chu Munan sat next to Song Qiao, adjusting the blanket on her legs, glanced at the car window, and noticed that at so point Song Qiao opened it a tiny crack. He imdiately put on a stern face, stretched out a long arm to close the window, and scolded, "You opened the window again? It’s so cold now, are you not worried about catching a cold? If you don’t care about yourself, have so concern for my godson and goddaughter."
Song Qiao heard Chu Munan’s words, looked back at him, and indeed saw him slightly angry. She realized her mistake imdiately but stubbornly said, "I just opened a tiny crack; nothing will happen, you’re too tense..."
The man didn’t speak imdiately, but his actions spoke louder. His distinctly jointed hand reached to feel her forehead, indeed finding it a bit chilly, and said, "Nothing happened? See, you’re a bit cold from the breeze. Hold onto the hand warr, and don’t open the window next ti."
Saying this, he handed the hand warr next to him to Song Qiao.
Song Qiao, "..." Honestly, she didn’t feel anything; it was just a slight breeze, not as exaggerated as this man made it sound.
But reluctantly, she still took the hand warr Chu Munan offered.
This man is just too domineering, too overbearing...
While the assistant drove, he glanced back at his self-assured boss during a stop at the red light, and sohow felt quite impressed with Song Qiao.
After all, he’s been following their boss for many years and never saw Chu Munan be so attentive and... bossy with any other woman.
When the car stopped at the hospital entrance, before getting off, Chu Munan wrapped Song Qiao up thoroughly, using everything—hats, gloves, scarves, coats. Given her pregnancy making her appear larger, right now she looked just like... a plump panda.
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