658: The Child Is Innocent

The Child Is Innocent

In the chairman's office at Shengshi Group, Qiao Yu finished signing the last document, looked at his watch and found that it was five o'clock.0

He took out his cell phone, directly made a call, and soon got through.

"Are you at home?" Qiao Yu leaned on his chair, his face was unspeakably gentle and his voice was filled with tender-loving softness.

The office was very quiet and he could hear Xia Ning's voice clearly on the line.

"I'm outside. I'll go back later today."

"Where are you? I'm going to pick you up." Qiao Yu whispered.

"There is no need. I drove my car today. Don't wait for me to have dinner."

"Okay," Qiao Yu answered but did not hang up. He frowned slightly, clicked the desk lightly with his fingers, and seemed to think of something.

"Is there anything else?" Xia Ning did not hear Qiao Yu hang up and asked.

"Nothing. I just want to wait until you hang up," Qiao Yu whispered.

"Okay." Then there was the sound of hanging up.

Qiao Yu looked at his cell phone with gloomy, dark eyes. Actually, he wanted to ask her whom she was with. But he also knew that he should give her enough freedom.

After being silent for a while, he got up, took his briefcase, and directly went out.

In Wen Yue's home, Xia Ning hung up, looked at her cell phone, and fell into a daze.

It seemed that he wanted to ask her something just now.

"It seems that Mr. Qiao cares about you very much." Wen Yue sat on the sofa and smiled at Xia Ning.

Xia Ning put her cell phone back and glanced at her, "You'd better mind your own business now."

Wen Yue gestured helplessly, "I have nothing to worry about here. But you are living in his home now." She looked at Xia Ning seriously, "Are you remarrying him?"

Remarry?! Xia Ning glanced at Wen Yue, "You'd better consider your relationship with Mu Zichen first." After a pause, Xia Ning said in a low voice, "It is necessary for me to tell you that no matter what your relationship with Mu Zichen might be, don't involve the child. The child is innocent."

"I understand." Wen Yue looked at Xia Ning and put her hand on her belly, "This is my baby. I want to give birth to it. But I also want to marry Mu Zichen."

Seeing Wen Yue determined, Xia Ning felt helpless, for Wen Yue still did not understand what Xia Ning meant.

They had a child without any preparation. And they would even marry each other only because of the child. Was it fair to the child? They were both adults. Why did they do things while ignoring the consequences?

At that time, Xia Ning was also too young to consider the issue of a child. As Qiao Yu wanted marriage, she had a marriage certificate with him thoughtlessly. That was the reason why she later suffered and became unwilling to the degree that…

Xia Ning turned to look outside of the window. It became gloomy. According to the weather forecast, it would snow today. After a long while, she whispered, "It will be good if you can think of the issue clearly."

In the Qiao's mansion, Qiao Yu came back and saw Mu Zichen and Gao Yang playing with Enoch on the sofa.

"Why are you here?" Qiao Yu walked inside, undressed his suit with snow on it, looked at the two men on the sofa and asked.

Gao Yang got up and called, "Brother!"

Still playing with Enoch, Mu Zichen answered, "Relax. I did not come for you. I came to see my sister-in-law! By the way, when will my sister-in-law return?"

Qiao Yu passed his suit to a servant, walked to them, picked up Enoch directly, and looked at Mu Zichen, "Why do you want to see her?"

Mu Zichen looked at Qiao Yu who was hugging the child on the opposite sofa. It was hard to imagine that the brilliant chairman of Shengshi Group would hug his child as soon as he came back home! However, his posture of hugging the child was good. His face was just darkening.

Although Mu Zichen was going to ask Xia Ning for help, he knew that if he told Alex, Alex might speak in favor of him. Mu Zichen made up his mind, looked at Qiao Yu and said directly, "I just want my sister-in-law to help me persuade Wen Yue."

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