Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 928: Does Getting Angry Help?
"Am I that kind of person?" Lan Jue widened his eyes. Did he seem like such a hateful person?
"Aren’t you?" She turned her head and glanced at him lightly.
Although she couldn’t understand what exactly happened between Shanshan and Gong Shaoyu, from the way he had just protected Shanshan, it was clear that this young man was someone Shanshan could entrust her life to.
Moreover, she could tell that Shanshan relied heavily on him, and this was undeniable...
"Shanshan is pregnant, and Shaoyu didn’t ask her to get rid of the baby. Instead, he’s willing to take responsibility and marry our daughter. This shows he’s a good kid."
Lan Jue narrowed his eyes, "I think you’ve been bribed by that boy, haven’t you? Your daughter is pregnant, and you’re not the least bit angry? You’re giving me a pep talk here?"
"Does getting angry help?" Shen Xiaya retorted. If getting angry worked, she would have loved to give Shanshan a good scolding. But then what?
The issue is right here, unresolved for too long, and in the end, it will only harm Shanshan.
"Does getting angry erase this situation? Can the child in Shanshan’s belly just disappear into thin air?"
Lan Jue had always thought his wife was very clever, quick to grasp things in the business world. But he hadn’t realized how adaptable she was, sorting out her thoughts in such a short time.
Thinking this in his heart, he showed no sign of relenting. Instead, he simply picked up the newspaper and started reading it afresh...
In the yard
Lan Shan and Gong Shaoyu stood there, the icy cold wind biting into them, making them shiver uncontrollably.
Gong Shaoyu reached out, pulling her closer, putting her hands inside his coat, then wrapping her completely with his clothes.
"Are you cold?" he asked, lowering his head, his warm breath brushing against her face, a stark contrast to the cold condensation in the yard.
"A little," she said softly, her fingers restless as they scratched at his waist. She looked up at him with a playful smile.
"Don’t be naughty," he said with a hint of reprimand in his tone, but his eyes showed no intention of scolding her, instead finding her playful demeanor endearing.
"Oh..." she replied, then nestled her head into his embrace like a cat hiding inside.
After standing for a while, her feet started to feel cold. She stomped her feet, thinking about moving back and forth to ease the discomfort. Before she could act on it, a strange smell wafted to her nose from nowhere.
Her brow furrowed instantly as her stomach churned. She quickly pulled away from his embrace, without having time to explain, rushed to the side of a tree, crouched down, and started to vomit.
Gong Shaoyu quickly came over, squatting beside her, "Is it acting up again?"
Her response was a series of dry heaves, making his brow furrow deeper and deeper. After vomiting for a long time, nothing really came out, but she kept retching, causing his heart to twist and twist again...
After a long while, she finally stopped vomiting, her body somewhat weak as she stood up. Gong Shaoyu supported her, holding her steady so she wouldn’t fall.
"Is your stomach still uncomfortable?"
"Hmm..." she replied, her voice carrying a hint of grievance and a touch of pity, "I just want to sleep now, nothing else."
Hearing this, Gong Shaoyu glanced at the house, then at Shanshan, who was feeling awful. He softly coaxed, "How about going to the car outside? I’ll ask Qiao Rui to stay with us for a while before leaving; he should still be there."
