On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

Chapter 175 People’s hearts are separated from each other’s belly

But Zixi didn't tell the truth and just made up a lie.

"Maybe there's a disagreement with the old employees in the Huawen Purchasing Department, but it's not a big problem. It's normal friction. You know, our design department is a new department and we need a lot of materials. Your father is against us, so life will be difficult at the beginning. But there's no obvious conflict, so don't worry."

Jiang Qianxun still looked a little uneasy.

Zixi continued, "It's really okay. Brother Zheng is emotionally stable. He has only been unhappy for half a day. He will be fine after a while."

Meng Zixi glanced at the eldest sister's belly and comforted her, fearing that she would think too much.

Thinking of Jiang Wenyuan's character, Jiang Qianxun did not doubt him and did not think too much about it. She just told Zixi to report to her in time if he encountered any trouble in Huawen.

Afterwards, Jiang Qianxun took her bag and got into Uncle Nie’s car and headed for Xing’s.

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The towering Xing Group Building.

Jiang Qianxun returned to the design department and gave priority to handling the internal affairs of the Xing family. In his spare time, he also asked about Hua Wen's progress, especially Jiang Wenyuan's attitude towards the design department.

She was relieved when she heard from Assistant Cui that Jiang Wenyuan had not come to the company this morning and the department's work was going smoothly.

A morning passed like this.

Before leaving get off work, she thought that there was not much work in the afternoon, so why not take a day off and go back to Huawen to take a look in person.

As a result, before she opened the assistant's chat box, Assistant Zhou's notification was sent to her email.

When she clicked on it, she found out that there was an emergency high-level meeting in the afternoon in the top-floor conference room, and she was notified that she must be present.

She had no choice but to turn off the assistant's chat.

The pace of work and life in Beijing is very fast. You just close your eyes for lunch and when you open your eyes again, it is already time for work in the afternoon.

Jiang Qianxun straightened her manners and headed for the top floor conference room.

The top-floor conference room is directly opposite the president's office. It is spacious and bright, but a bit more serious and cold than other conference rooms.

Close to Xing Mingyu's own style.

When Jiang Qianxun came in, she found that Qin Kun, the boss of Qin Group, was also there, and Xing Mingyu had just sat down.

In addition to the three of them, there is another middle-aged female shareholder, her surname is Shu, and everyone calls her Ms. Shu.

As her name suggests, she is easy-going. Xing's business is very broad. Although the department she is in charge of has no direct connection with the design department at present, when President Shu saw her, he still smiled and nodded at her.

Jiang Qianxun immediately smiled back and sat down at the last seat with her notebook.

It was not yet the meeting time that Assistant Zhou had notified. At the end of the long table, Xing Mingyu, dressed in a neat suit, had just pulled open a chair with his big, bony hands when Qin Kun extended a hand.

"Boss Xing, long time no see."

Qin Kun smiled and took the initiative to shake hands with this promising young man.

Qin Kun took the initiative to shake hands, but what he took the initiative to pull down was the old face of the elder!

Out of consideration for their old friendship with the Qin family, Xing allowed them to have a share in the Huai County project. However, during recent contacts and exchanges with various parties, Qin Kun learned that Xing Mingyu was inexplicably cold towards Qin and his son Qin Chuan.

It was like there was suddenly a layer of separation.

After sitting in the Qin family and analyzing the situation for so many days, Qin Kun still couldn't figure out what kind of invisible rift existed between the Qin and Xing families?

He had no choice but to come and see for himself.

Could it be that, just because his son is so useless and has nothing to show for his career, Xing Mingyu simply looks down on those playboys and love-brained idiots?

"Uncle Qin, you're welcome."

Xing Mingyu also reached out his hand, his eyes were as distant and indifferent as ever, but his good upbringing was evident in front of him.

After the polite exchanges, he sat down on the chair, crossed his long legs as usual, and looked at Qin Kun who was also sitting next to him.

"Today's meeting is about the Qin family, why didn't Qin Chuan come?"

After asking, he picked up the pen on the table and pinched it, signaling Assistant Zhou who was standing at the door to close the door. His eyes naturally fell on Jiang Qianxun who was sitting at the last seat.

Jiang Qianxun turned on the computer and typed on it with her fingers, with no expression on her face.

When talking about his own son, Qin Kun's face flashed a little unnatural, but it was fleeting: "Achuan is busy with other things, and now, uncle is here in person!"

Although he had a smile on his face, Qin Kun felt miserable inside.

They are all of the same age. Look at Xing Mingyu. Every time you see him, he is working and manages the entire Xing family in perfect order.

On the other hand, his own son was not busy with anything else. He only knew how to revolve around that outdated "Crown Princess", even worse than Xu Li and Ling Yue.

Although Xu Li and Ling Yue were not doing their jobs properly, they at least completed several small goals before going out to play.

Look at his son, it seems as if Zhao Xi has put a spell on him, he runs over there every other day, and recently he even lied to his biological mother, saying that he was accompanying Jiang Qianxun. In fact, Jiang Qianxun has already grasped half of the Chinese language in his hands.

He lives a life worse than a woman!

If he didn't have to support the huge Qin family and was not extremely busy, he really wanted to open his son's head himself to see if it was filled with paste!

Xing Mingyu did not miss the fleeting guilt and anger in Qin Kun's eyes, but he did not care. He put down the pen, opened the document, and glanced towards the other end of the long table.

Jiang Qianxun was sitting in front of her laptop, flipping through documents with her head down, seemingly unresponsive to everything around her.

He withdrew his gaze and hummed as a response to Qin Kun. His deep and pleasant voice rang out in the conference room.

"The meeting begins!"

This meeting was about the specific matters of the KY project cooperation. Qin was a partner, the main person in charge was Mr. Shu, and Jiang Qianxun was the design director, so naturally he had to be present.

Because the project conditions were very mature, this ad hoc meeting was mainly to raise a few important points of attention. The meeting time was also very short, and it lasted exactly half an hour when the meeting ended.

Qin Kun was going back to the company and he was the first to leave.

Xing Mingyu put away the document and looked at Jiang Qianxun who was sitting at the end of the table. When he saw her delicate and gentle little face, the memory of Jingbao's phone call with her last night flashed through his mind, and the fingers holding the document paused.

At the end of the long table.

Jiang Qianxun was also collecting documents when she suddenly felt a burning gaze from the other end falling on her. Immediately, her mind flashed through what Jingbao had said last night. She felt as if something was gripping her heart and her thoughts became a little confused.

At this time, Mr. Shu, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, also stood up, nodded respectfully to Xing Mingyu, and was about to leave.

Thinking that she and the man would soon be the only ones left in the conference room, Jiang Qianxun put away her computer and documents without a second thought, stood up, and quickly followed Mr. Shu in front of her.

"Mr. Shu!"

Hearing someone calling him, Mr. Shu stopped in shock.

Then he turned around and looked at the beautiful and pregnant girl with curved eyebrows and eyes: "Director An, hey! Slow down, you are pregnant."

Although Director An is capable, she is almost two generations younger than herself. In her eyes, Jiang Qianxun is just like a little sister. Seeing that she was walking so fast even though she was pregnant, Director Shu couldn't help but warn her.

Feeling Mr. Shu's care, Jiang Qianxun felt a hint of warmth in her heart and she relaxed. She chatted with her about pregnancy while walking out awkwardly.

Ms. Shu is indeed an experienced elder. When talking about pregnant women, she immediately mentioned the problems that Jiang Qianxun had encountered recently.

"You are carrying twins in your belly and you are in the second trimester. Are you starting to feel uncomfortable when you sleep?"

Jiang Qianxun was surprised: "How did you know? Recently, I always feel that my stomach is a little heavy when I sleep, which makes me uncomfortable."

"Expectant mothers will face this problem when their belly gets bigger. Just change your sleeping position and sleep on your left side!"

Jiang Qianxun wondered: "Do I have to lie on the left or right side?"

"It's all right, but I suggest you buy a pregnancy pillow, it's very comfortable..."

The two women chatted happily, and soon, two figures disappeared at the door of the conference room.

The man stared at the little woman's receding back with deep eyes, his thin lips pursed tightly. After closing the document, he felt his hands were empty. He adjusted his pure black handmade suit with his slender fingers and naturally took out a cigarette case and lighter.

Assistant Zhou outside the door saw this, sighed, turned around and brought him a cup of black coffee, then tactfully closed the door and left.

Design department on the 15th floor.

After parting with Mr. Shu, Jiang Qianxun secretly breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the office to deal with the KY project.

In the next few days, Jiang Qianxun didn't see Xing Mingyu in the company.

The KY project information was ready, and she took it to the top level and found that it was also handled by Assistant Zhou.

"Director An, this is KY's information, right? Just give it to me."

Jiang Qianxun handed over the paper documents, glanced at the closed president's office with her bright eyes, then quickly retracted her gaze and turned to go downstairs.

While waiting for the elevator, she took out her cell phone and tapped on it out of boredom. Her finger accidentally tapped the memo button and when she saw the numbers and dates written on it, she suddenly remembered that today was Friday and two-thirds of the week had passed.

He shouldn't be looking for me, right?

Her slender fingertips paused above the keyboard for a moment, she bit her lower lip and wrote down a number.

The next day, it was the weekend again, which was the day Huang Xiaoxiao asked her to go to the movies.

In the morning, Jiang Qianxun got up very early.

It is said to be early, but it is actually relative. After all, everyone gets up relatively late on weekends, and some even sleep until eleven o'clock.

She got up at 8:30, washed, dressed simply and went downstairs. As expected, Meng Zixi and the others had not gotten up yet.

Even Aunt Lan and Uncle Jiang had just woken up. Uncle Jiang was baking bread for everyone, and Aunt Lan had just taken some fresh milk to heat up. There were fresh blueberries and oranges in the fruit basket.

Seeing her standing at the door of the small restaurant in neat clothes, Aunt Lan put down the milk in her hand, went over to help her sit down, and heated a cup for her first, and asked her curiously while she waited.

"It's cold, and it's the weekend, why don't you get some more sleep, young lady? And you're dressed like you're going out, but what's the important matter?"

Jiang Qianxun sat down, opened her phone to read the news, and said, "It's nothing important. A friend of mine made an appointment to go shopping together and watch the latest movie today."

Uncle Jiang put the toasted bread on a plate, spread some honey on it and brought it to her. He asked casually, "Friend? A girl?"

"Well, I have a new friend named Huang Xiaoxiao, who is also my subordinate."

Uncle Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and continued to do his own thing.

Auntie Lan frowned, "Just the two of you? No way! Miss, I will never allow a pregnant woman with twins in the second trimester to go out alone."

Aunt Lan was really worried, and her tone was rarely firm, like a mother worried about her daughter.

Normally, Auntie Lan wouldn't mind if she went out to play with her friends. But Jiang Qianxun had grown up in China, so how could she have the time and energy to make friends?

Maybe it's done now, but Auntie Lan is still worried, mainly because she's pregnant! And with twins!

Auntie Lan said whatever she thought: "I'm not concerned about you. You don't know many people in China. Suddenly a friend shows up, and I've never heard of him. You must have just met not long ago. You're pregnant, and you're taken out shopping by a friend you don't know very well. Who knows what she will do to you? No! It's too dangerous. I'm worried!"

Jiang Qianxun knew that Aunt Lan was really worried about her, she was touched and patiently explained to her.

"We have known each other for a short time, but she is an employee of Xing's company, has a clear background, and we meet each other every day. She really won't do anything dangerous to me, Aunt Lan, you are overthinking it."

Auntie Lan disagreed: "What's wrong with the Xing family? People's hearts are hidden in their stomachs. Your company is not a professional fortune teller. How do you know who is a good person and who is a bad person?"

"Besides, it's precisely because she's an employee of the Xing family that I'm worried. Whose child is this in your belly? What if some woman with ulterior motives takes the opportunity to approach you on purpose? What if something unexpected happens to you?"

The more Auntie Lan thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible. She became even more anxious, and her tone was almost pleading: "Miss, please listen to me this time. Don't go!"