The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind

Chapter 434: Chapter 433: Sneaking Snacks

Jiang Nanshu’s face was streaked with black lines as she pinched Lu Qingyan’s cheek, “Did you find a script to read from?”

Lu Qingyan: “…”

“Cough, no.”

Jiang Nanshu felt the dialogue was too familiar, as if it were a classic line from the male lead in many overbearing CEO novels she had read before.

She looked at him suspiciously and Lu Qingyan, holding her in his arms, said, “Alright, it’s time to sleep.”

“Shouldn’t we think of a name for the baby first?” Jiang Nanshu asked while lying in bed.

Lu Qingyan pondered for a moment before he slowly said, “It’s up to you.”

Blinking her eyes, Jiang Nanshu touched her belly and smiled at Lu Qingyan, “You say it.”

“For a boy, how about Lu Jiangchao, and for a girl, Lu Jiangmu?” Lu Qingyan took her hand, “To combine our surnames, together from dawn to dusk.”

“Uh-huh,” Jiang Nanshu agreed, touching her chin, “Then I don’t have to bother thinking of a name, let’s just call him that when he’s born.”

“Let’s sleep,” Jiang Nanshu burrowed into the covers.

Lu Qingyan followed and got into bed.

He hadn’t slept well this past month, his thoughts always on Jiang Nanshu.

Actually, he had hidden something from Jiang Nanshu.

His father could have survived, but the boss from Miannan didn’t want to let him go because the boss’s sister had taken a fancy to him. They were only willing to spare Father Lu’s life if he stayed and married her.

Lu Qingyan’s power within the country was strong, but once on someone else’s turf, he could only ensure his own safety. The law meant nothing to those outlaws, and even the local police couldn’t manage that area.

As things were at a deadlock, Father Lu accidentally contracted a virus and, together with AIDS, he passed away.

Lu Qingyan listened to Jiang Nanshu’s breathing, holding her tight. After a trip to Miannan, he realized that even some people within Hua Country had ulterior motives.

After Father Lu’s funeral, life returned to its peaceful state.

Jiang Nanshu often visited Old Sir Lu in the hospital to converse and help him recover.

He was also looking forward to the birth of his great-grandchild and was recovering very well.

He was discharged from the hospital half a month later.

Jiang Nanshu’s pregnancy had also entered five months.

Her belly had swollen like a balloon.

Every day, whether sitting or standing, she felt uncomfortable.

Foods she never ate before, like junk food, she now craved during pregnancy, often sneaking out to buy fried chicken behind Lu Qingyan’s back. She had filled out quite a bit.

But every time, Lu Qingyan caught her in the act. His tone helpless, “Nannan, you should eat less of these things.”

Jiang Nanshu wiped her mouth, “I didn’t eat any.”

Lu Qingyan, looking through the glass at the cleanly picked chicken bones on the table, let out a low chuckle, “Little foodie, if you want to eat, I’ll make it for you.”

Jiang Nanshu’s almond eyes widened, “Really? Then I want to eat spicy strips.”

Lu Qingyan fell silent: “…”

“You’ve been secretly eating spicy strips too?”

Jiang Nanshu stepped back, looking a bit guilty: “No.”

Lu Qingyan directly pulled her into the car, “You’re not allowed to eat that again next time, if you want to eat, tell me, I’ll make it for you.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nanshu smiled broadly and hugged Lu Qingyan, “Ah Yan, you’re so good, I also want to drink cola.”

Lu Qingyan hugged her, amused, “Jiang Nanshu, don’t push your luck.”

She immediately let go and sat down to the side.

A bit sulky.

Lu Qingyan flipped through the documents in the car, “I could reward you with a cup of milk tea.”

The next moment, his cheek touched something soft as Jiang Nanshu hugged his arm and gave him a sweet smile, “Thank you, hubby.”

Lu Qingyan’s Adam’s apple moved slightly. Jiang Nanshu rarely called him hubby, usually only when she wanted something from him and would coo the word a couple of times to please him; otherwise, she just called him by his name.

Ye Yuan, sitting at the driver’s seat, tactfully raised the partition, blocking the view of the back seat.

Lu Qingyan tossed the documents aside, wrapped his arms around Jiang Nanshu, and kissed her red lips, his voice hoarse, “Say it again.”

“Hubby.”

Lu Qingyan chuckled lowly, “A cup of milk tea is all it takes to buy you off.”

“What you give is different.”

“Mm.”

He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Nanshu’s lips again.

After Lu Qingyan left, a blonde woman with big curls walked out of the coffee shop next to the place Jiang Nanshu was eating fried chicken.

She wore sunglasses, her makeup was heavy, and she held a cigarette between her fingers.

After taking a harsh drag, she threw the cigarette to the ground and crushed it with her high heel. She took off her sunglasses, clipped them to her head, and revealed her glamorous eyes.

She squinted, watching Lu Qingyan’s car disappear in a trail of dust, and pulled out a photo from her bag.

The photo was of Jiang Nanshu, pregnant and taken without her awareness, and there were a few others of Lu Qingyan accompanying Jiang Nanshu for her prenatal checkups.

She slowly exhaled a ring of smoke and said to the man next to her, “So this is Mr. Lu’s girlfriend?”

The man in black corrected, “Miss Yu, this is Mr. Lu’s wife, they have a marriage certificate.”

Yu Zhuyin frowned, “Is what he said all true? He has a wife and a child now?”

The man in black nodded, “Yes, Miss.”

Her pretty nails crushed the photo, and she huffed coldly, “Then they just have to get a divorce, and he could marry me. I don’t mind him being on his second marriage. It’s not easy to find someone who moves my heart; I don’t want to give up just like that.”

The man in black said, “Miss, the boss won’t agree to it.”

Yu Zhuyin lifted her proud chin, “My brother can’t control me; set up a meeting with Lu Qingyan for me, I want to talk to him in person.”

The man in black, “…”

He too was speechless. They had been almost rejected for a whole month in Miannan, yet she stubbornly followed him to Hua Country.

Lu Qingyan’s power was not weak, and on his turf, they did not have the upper hand.

But this logic was something that Yu Zhuyin, who had been pampered all her life, couldn’t understand.

“Yes,” the man in black complied, just hoping his lady would turn back once she hit a wall.

When Lu Qingyan learned of Yu Zhuyin’s arrival in Hua Country, he was making dinner for Jiang Nanshu.

She had a craving for crispy meat, so he was frying it for her in the kitchen.

The oil in the pan sizzled, and Lu Qingyan’s eyes darkened.

“Is it ready yet, Qingyan? I’m hungry.”

Hearing Jiang Nanshu’s voice, Lu Qingyan put his phone back in his pocket, his tone filled with a smile, “Almost, have a seat for a while.”

When the crispy meat was done, Lu Qingyan also prepared a small bowl of ketchup for her, “Eat up, a few more dishes to go, and we can have dinner.”

Jiang Nanshu waved at Lu Qingyan, then couldn’t wait to bite into the crispy meat—it was a bit hot but tasted good, and she didn’t hesitate to give Lu Qingyan a thumbs-up.

Seeing her enjoy the meal filled Lu Qingyan with contentment.

This was the life he longed for; he didn’t want anyone to disrupt his happiness.

After dinner, Lu Qingyan put the dishes back into the dishwasher.

The doorbell rang; Jiang Nanshu, who was about to head upstairs, faltered in her steps.

Lu Qingyan came out of the kitchen and stopped Jiang Nanshu from going to the door, speaking with a smile as he guided her toward the stairs, “I’ll get the door; you go rest. After you take a bath, I’ll come apply the anti-stretch mark oil for you.”