Plunder-Chapter 223: I Am Pregnant

He remained silent, which left Cheng Lu somewhat puzzled.

Many times, he had looked at Zhou Jin’an in the rearview mirror, wanting to find an opportunity to chat with him, but he never found the right moment.

Chu Garden.

Qiqi had gradually let down his guard, Auntie Jiang was very protective of him, and Qiao En hadn’t gone to work that day, spending the entire time playing games with him; he soon began running around the house cheerfully. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Qiqi, I’ve hidden myself, come find me quickly."

Qiao En, Auntie Jiang, and Sister Rong were playing the game of hide and seek with Qiqi.

The little bundle of joy was extremely cute.

Auntie Jiang brought over a mask and covered Qiqi’s eyes.

The mask was somewhat large, letting light peek through so he could see the ground clearly.

"Auntie, I’m going to catch you now!"

Qiqi was clever; whenever he wanted to catch someone, he would converse with that person, and if the other person responded, he could quickly catch them.

Qiao En hid behind the sofa, and hearing the sound, Qiqi was already approaching him.

But just at that moment, Zhou Jin’an returned.

The front door opened and then closed; Qiqi heard the noise.

He turned around and headed toward the door.

Zhou Jin’an was in the entryway changing his shoes.

Suddenly, a chubby little bundle hugged his legs.

"I’ve caught you!"

"Qiqi, you are so great."

Everyone poked their heads out from their hiding spots, clapping vigorously for Qiqi.

He pulled off the mask, and when he saw clearly that the person he had caught was Zhou Jin’an, he was so frightened that he immediately let go and ran toward Auntie Jiang.

"Be careful, don’t fall," she cautioned gently.

Auntie Jiang crouched down, opened her arms to catch Qiqi, and hugged him tightly, her heart aching for him.

Qiqi stealthily glanced at Zhou Jin’an, and upon inspecting his face again, he buried his head into Auntie Jiang’s chest.

"Qiqi, what game were you playing just now? Can uncle play with you?"

Zhou Jin’an approached; he wanted to get closer to Qiqi.

But instead, the child started crying from fear.

"It’s alright, don’t cry. How about grandma takes you to your room to play?"

Auntie Jiang coaxed him indulgently.

Qiqi nodded, and Auntie Jiang carried him back to the bedroom.

Sister Rong went to the kitchen and also closed the kitchen door behind her.

"Did you find him? What did he say?"

Qiao En asked impatiently.

She was reluctant to believe that Qiqi’s father was actually Zhou Ziyan, but things were already at this stage, and avoiding it was useless; they ultimately had to face it.

"I found him, but he refused to acknowledge it."

This was beyond Qiao En’s expectations.

"Why?"

She blurted out.

Zhou Jin’an sighed quietly, "He feels that this child is a tool forced upon him by the An family siblings to manipulate him, so he simply won’t accept Qiqi’s identity."

"So what should we do now? Qiqi is already five years old, about to start school. If his father doesn’t acknowledge his own son, is he wanting Qiqi to become an orphan?"

Qiao En was filled with righteous indignation.

Zhou Jin’an held her hand and sat down on the sofa.

"Don’t worry, listen to me."

He pulled out a paper from his pocket that Zhou Ziyan had signed, "With this, Qiqi has nothing to do with him anymore."

Qiao En took the paper, which was a declaration.

Zhou Ziyan had signed and stamped it, giving the declaration legal effect.

"So what should we do about Qiqi now?"

Qiao En’s worries hadn’t lessened a bit; Qiqi was only five years old — he shouldn’t have to endure such a terrible life.

"Didn’t you say it? You hoped he could live with us. En’en, you love children so much; why don’t we adopt him?"

"You agree?"

Qiao En was quite shocked.

Zhou Jin’an nodded slightly, "I’ve thought it through; rather than letting Qiqi live with a father who doesn’t love him at all, it’s better for him to be with us. At least we truly care for him, and when he grows up, he can make his own decisions."

"Thank you."

Qiao En, hooking her arm through Zhou Jin’an’s, expressed her gratitude wholeheartedly.

"Silly, it’s not just for you. Qiqi is blood of the Zhou family, and my nephew, too. Being able to raise him is my privilege," he said.

"I will strive together with you."

Qiao En said with a smile.

Zhou Jin’an happily reached out to pinch Qiao En’s nose, "Not only will we take good care of Qiqi, but we will also try our best to have a bunch of our own children."

He mentioned children again.

The topic was sensitive now. Qiao En was already pregnant with their child, but she hadn’t figured out how to break the news to Zhou Jin’an.

Because she hadn’t decided, she chose to keep silent for now.

After dinner, Zhou Jin’an went to the study, and Qiao En went back to the bedroom early.

She downloaded several apps on her phone and began to specifically study infant knowledge.

Perhaps because of the pregnancy, she had just started watching when sleepiness overcame her.

When Zhou Jin’an entered the bedroom, Qiao En was leaning against the headboard, her eyes already closed.

Feeling tender, he gently helped her into the bed, tucked the blanket around her, and placed the still-playing phone aside.

Suddenly, Zhou Jin’an noticed the content of the video.

It was explaining knowledge about pregnancy.

Seeing this, Zhou Jin’an felt delighted.

He hadn’t expected Qiao En, who had always been uninterested in this topic, to secretly study these things.

He lovingly gazed at the sleeping Qiao En, feeling as if honey were seeping through his heart.

His wife was working so hard; as a husband, he must show some initiative.

Recently, Qiao En had been resisting intimacy with him.

He had always respected her, so he never demanded anything.

But now, Zhou Jin’an couldn’t hold back anymore.

He moved close to Qiao En from behind, his strong arms encircling her slender waist.

"En’en."

He gently bit Qiao En’s earlobe, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, his seductive voice inching into her ear.

His hands climbed up her waist, touching her gently and precisely, ascending peaks and valleys.

He knew every secret of Qiao En’s body—he could unlock every lock on her body whenever he desired.

In her sleep, Qiao En vaguely felt a burning and tingling sensation deep inside her body.

The feeling was familiar, like transforming into an immortal in a fantasy.

Suddenly, she realized something and abruptly opened her eyes.

At that moment, Zhou Jin’an was leaning over, kissing her tender lips.

For some reason, Qiao En’s stomach began to churn tumultuously.

"Zhou..."

Before she could speak, the wontons she had just eaten threatened to come back up.

At the critical moment, a wild strength surged through Qiao En’s body. She forcefully pushed Zhou Jin’an away, covered her mouth, jumped off the bed, and dashed for the bathroom.

For dinner, Sister Rong had prepared hairy crabs. Qiao En felt uneasy in her stomach and didn’t eat any, whereas Zhou Jin’an, greedy as he was, had eaten quite a bit.

When he kissed her just now, his mouth was full of the fishy smell of crab.

Qiao En was particularly sensitive to odors right now. That smell triggered her morning sickness.

"En’en, what’s wrong with you?"

Zhou Jin’an, perplexed, immediately rushed over.

He stood at the bathroom door, unsure what to do. Qiao En was hugging the toilet, vomiting intensely.

In his panic, he dialed Dr. Liu’s number.

"I... I’m fine."

Qiao En wanted to act tough, but she didn’t have the strength to do so now.

"No, wait for Dr. Liu to arrive and diagnose first. We’re going straight to the hospital."

Zhou Jin’an was very anxious.

"Don’t, don’t have Dr. Liu come."

Qiao En immediately objected.

"Then let’s go to the hospital now."

Zhou Jin’an suggested again.

Qiao En shook her head like a rattle drum, "I’m not going to the hospital either."

"En’en, please don’t be stubborn. I’ll carry you there. You’re sick now; let’s go to the hospital and get it treated before coming back."

He was worried for her, and Qiao En felt warm inside.

But his needless worry left her somewhat disappointed.

She hadn’t expected Zhou Jin’an to be so obtuse—to not realize his own wife was experiencing morning sickness.

"This isn’t an illness."

"How can this not be an illness? Honey, don’t comfort me. No matter what it is, we’ll get it treated," he reassured her.

"I’m pregnant."