"You are pregnant, seven weeks."

When the obstetrician handed me the report, my heart wasn't filled with joy at all.

How did I get pregnant? It was only once!

Will Gu Tingchen change his mind about the divorce because of this?

No, he'll only hate me more and use the child to blackmail him.

"The first three months are crucial, pay attention to your diet, avoid intimacy…". The doctor's words brought me back to my senses. I shoved the report into my bag and left the hospital.

I was so disheartened that I just went straight back to the villa.

The villa was huge, but always eerily quiet. Gu Tingchen was in and out all day, and even when he was home, he mostly stayed in his study and bedroom. Those two places were strictly off-limits to me.

Unexpectedly, Gu Tingchen was at home. He sat on the sofa in the living room, his cold eyes, high nose bridge, and perfect thin lips, even his profile was breathtakingly handsome.

God has truly blessed this man. He is both wealthy and handsome.

Noticing my silence, he lowered his head to continue reading without looking up. He simply said coldly, "I heard you went to the hospital?"

"I'm feeling a little unwell." I'm used to silence, but I always answer if asked.

He looked up at me, his eyes showing not only indifference but also a hint of displeasure.

“It’s fine now, it won’t affect the work going forward.” I understand his dissatisfaction. There have been a lot of things happening at the company lately, and I shouldn't have gotten sick during this time.

He said nothing more, lowered his head and continued reading. After half a day, he spoke: "This time's new product spokesperson selection, you are fully responsible for it."

Gu Tingchen has always been like this, even more so towards me. Besides work, he doesn't have much to say.

"Hmm," I replied softly. I never refuse anything he arranges; it's become a habit.

Neither of them spoke again, and for a moment the atmosphere in the living room was strangely quiet.

"Gu Tingchen!" Grabbing the check-up form in my bag, after much deliberation, I mustered up my courage.

"Speak!" he said, still lowering his head. His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.

"...Have you had dinner yet?" In the end, I still didn't say the words "I'm pregnant." This rare atmosphere, I didn't want to ruin it.

"No, you do it!" he said succinctly.

"Oh! What have I done?"

"Not willing?" he looked up and glared at me coldly.

"No." I quickly stood up. "How about tomato scrambled eggs with noodles?"

He said nothing, bowing his head again. It seemed he had agreed.

After half an hour of frantic work, the noodles were finally ready.

"Try it, it should taste good." I handed him the chopsticks with a bit of anticipation.

He raised his head, his expression still cold, but he took the chopsticks and began to eat. The phone rang suddenly.

He glanced down and quickly pressed the answer button, his voice light: "Xintian, what's wrong?"

Gu Tingchen's warmth will always belong only to Ruan Xinttian.

"Just stay there and don't run away, I'll be right over." Gu Tingchen patiently coaxed her, his usual icy demeanor completely absent.

Hanging up the phone, he put down his chopsticks and got up to leave.

This isn't the first time this has happened, I've become numb to it.

A person sat for a long time, until two bowls of steaming noodles grew cold and congealed. Picking up the chopsticks, tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably from their eyes.

I lowered my head and shoved noodles into my mouth one by one.

After finishing the noodles, I went straight upstairs to the bathroom to prepare for a shower and sleep.

Just as I was about to finish washing, I was suddenly enveloped in a broad and sturdy chest. A pair of big hands held onto my…

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