Campus Ace Girl

Later, she randomly picked out a few items, obviously not as attentive, which made Chu Ci a little dissatisfied again: "This doesn’t look good."

He replaced it with a different set, she glanced at it, and what he picked was indeed quite good.

Somewhat surprised, she accepted it.

Perhaps he wasn’t a good husband, but he would be a good father.

So for a moment, she was a bit dazed, her expression appearing rather silly, and Chu Ci stared at her for a while and then smiled faintly: "Do you like this?"

Her face heated up, she murmured a sound, which counted as an acknowledgment.

Later, they picked out some baby products together, all liking girlish things, so they agreed without mentioning gender, until leaving the store, Zhao Mo Ran couldn’t help but speak: "Chu Ci, I just feel it’s a girl; if it’s a boy, I’d like him the same... Also, don’t assume it must be a baby girl; it doesn’t count."

Hearing this, he turned his head to glance at her, ’Are you afraid that if it’s a boy, I won’t like him?’

"No, I’m afraid you won’t accept reality if it turns out to be a boy." She said softly. She was well aware of what Chu Ci wanted from marrying her; it was merely to have a little girl similar to Yan Yan. She and the current Chu Yan share some resemblance, so the child she gives birth to might look alike too. Such a little girl would undoubtedly be loved by Chu Ci... On the contrary, if it’s a boy, he might not value him as much; he would be just the heir of the Chu Family.

After finishing her words, Zhao Mo Ran glanced at Chu Ci again, eyes holding an understanding both of them were aware of.

Chu Ci didn’t continue the topic but said lightly: "Let’s go down and browse."

She really didn’t want to spend more time with him, so she said: "I bought everything, and I don’t have anything else I need."

Her thoughts weren’t hard to guess, especially since they’d been together for almost a year, how could he not see it? Fulfilling her didn’t mean much; Chu Ci didn’t spend much time with her except sometimes. But today, he was pretty patient with her, wanting to see how long she could hold out.

So, Chu Ci paused his steps, looked at her: "Isn’t jewelry what women love most?"

Zhao Mo Ran’s gaze lowered, falling on her fingers, on which was a massive diamond ring, perfectly cut, but she guessed it was chosen by his secretary. He probably didn’t even know what the style was. On their wedding, aside from the diamond ring, Mrs. Chu naturally had arrays of jewelry, all locked in the home safe, but she never wore any...

She spoke softly: "I don’t need any of this."

"You don’t want me to personally choose something for you?" Chu Ci gently touched her face: "I thought women would hope to receive their husband’s love; or do you not want it at all?"

Feeling a bit embarrassed, she endured it, saying: "If you want to go, then go ahead."

Only then did Chu Ci satisfyingly withdraw his hand and took her to a jewelry counter on the second floor. That was one by an internationally renowned brand, where each gem designed started at nearly a million, not affordable for ordinary people. So every customer had a manager personally attend to them, especially someone like Chu Ci—managers would fawn over him even more.

Besides, the manager didn’t immediately notice Zhao Mo Ran was pregnant, assuming she was an intimate companion of Mr. Chu so he greeted upon seeing her, smiling: "Mr. Chu, the bracelet you asked Secretary Yin to reserve has arrived, are you here to pick it up today?"

Speaking, his gaze fell upon Zhao Mo Ran.

This must be the girl Mr. Chu spends lavishly for. She seemed quite lovely with a great temperament, unlike those in the entertainment industry, which explained why she captivated Mr. Chu so much.

However, his thoughts lasted only a few seconds before noticing Zhao Mo Ran’s belly, his expression suddenly shifted slightly—

Oops, this... This turned out to be Mrs. Chu.

Meaning this bracelet was not meant for her, in other words, he’d brought trouble for Mr. Chu.

Trouble concerning a burning backyard.

For a moment, the manager’s expression was wonderfully complex, unable to utter a single word, only opening his mouth...