CHAPTER 306: CHAPTER 286: FIXED TOMORROW

At the dining table, Rong Cheng held Li Xin’s hand, his eyes filled with tenderness, his voice gentle, afraid of startling the baby in her belly.

"Xin’er, how are you today, is our baby bothering you?"

His gaze fell on her already protruding belly.

Although Li Xin was thin, pregnant women always look a bit different.

Especially since Li Xin became pregnant, bird’s nest tonic never stopped, and she rounded out a bit.

Her complexion was rosy, she looked great.

"No, the baby is particularly well-behaved."

Li Xin pursed her lips and smiled, her hand placed on her belly, looking like a devoted mother, but in her heart, she hardly had any affection for the child.

What she cared about more was what benefits the child could bring her.

As for having a child, that was never Li Xin’s idea.

It was just an accident.

She just happened to conceive, and the doctor said her uterine wall was thin and couldn’t be scraped, otherwise in the future she might not be able to have children.

For women marrying into rich families, being unable to have children is like being useless.

Li Xin would never let herself end up in that situation.

Lost in thought, Rong Cheng’s excited and steadfast voice rang in her ears: "Xin’er, let’s get married."

The middle-aged man looked at Li Xin: "You’re having our child, can’t let him be born without status, I’ve thought it through, we’ll go get the certificate tomorrow, I want to throw you a grand wedding."

Hearing this, Li Xin’s heart jumped fiercely, and she was completely dumbfounded.

"Mar... marry?"

She spoke in a tone of disbelief.

With a hint of skepticism.

You know, the man in front of her is over twenty years older than her!

What does that mean?

He could be her father.

And seeing Rong Cheng’s oily appearance and bloated figure, he’s even fatter than a pregnant woman.

Li Xin felt nauseated deep down.

Being with such a person, she was initially there for his money.

Now suddenly asking her to marry him?

Then everyone in the circle would know, Li Xin, the eldest lady of the Li Family, married an old middle-aged man.

Panic crossed Li Xin’s eyes, her face changed instantly: "Brother Rong, isn’t this a bit too urgent?"

"I don’t want to get married."

She blurted out.

Hearing this, Rong Cheng’s expression turned sour.

The happiness he had instantly disappeared.

"What do you mean?"

"You don’t want to marry me? Do you have no feelings for me, or do you think I, Rong Cheng, am unworthy to be this child’s father?"

Rong Cheng was instantly enraged.

He’s not stupid.

With his current status, countless female stars in the entertainment industry beg to climb into his bed, wanting him to marry them.

Yet she didn’t want to marry him.

This made all the insecurities about his looks explode.

"No." Li Xin shook her head, quickly placating him: "Brother Rong, you misunderstood, I didn’t mean that."

"It’s just... just you suddenly mentioned marriage, I’m having a hard time accepting it, it’s too sudden."

Rong Cheng lost patience: "What’s so sudden, or do you want the child in your belly to be born without status? You decide what’s more important."

After saying that, Rong Cheng angrily got up and left.

No trace of the good mood from before.

Once he left, Li Xin bit her lip tightly, unable to make up her mind.

Her eyes turned red with grievance.

Hand touching her belly, she didn’t know if it was good or bad.

Does she really have to marry Rong Cheng, bind herself to this old man for life?

No.

She’s unwilling.

He could be her father, by the time she’s forty, he’ll be a seventy-year-old man.

Li Xin took a deep breath, feeling very reluctant, but knowing she couldn’t afford to anger him.

Otherwise, she would have nothing.

For the time being, she could only appease him, and stall.

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The weather was getting colder.

The cold air outside was biting.

Jiang Ruan would rather not work in the winter, filming in such cold weather is nothing but torture.

Therefore, most directors shoot around spring when the weather warms, and the movies release.

Tired of nothing to do, Jiang Ruan went to visit Lu Jie at the hospital, dressed extra low-key.

Short black coat, black boots, highlighting her fine figure.

A belt cinched at the waist accentuating her graceful shape.

Perhaps due to relaxed living, Jiang Ruan’s skin looked incredibly good.

Without makeup, just wearing lipstick gives the impression of snow-like skin, no pores visible close-up, skin exceptionally smooth.

Upon seeing her, Lu Jie couldn’t help but touch her face: "Did you put on makeup or not? So natural?"

Jiang Ruan leaned in: "Completely bare-faced, no filter."

"Should I use a wet tissue to rub it?"

Lu Jie chuckled: "I’ve got nothing better to do."

"But I’ve noticed, why did your skin suddenly improve so much? It’s as white and smooth as if you applied makeup."

"I thought maybe you’d bought a new foundation again."

Speaking of foundation, Jiang Ruan suddenly remembered.

"No, I didn’t put on makeup today,"

"By the way, I just finished a bottle of foundation, come with me to buy another one after work."

"Which brand?"

Jiang Ruan: "Saint Laurent."

"I’ve always used their products, plus I’ll check out the bags, seems like many new models came out recently, haven’t had the chance to shop."

Lu Jie laughed: "Your Mr. Bao has already prepared a 500-square-meter wardrobe for you, aren’t those bags enough for you?"

Jiang Ruan looked at her with resentment, sighed deeply.

"You know what it’s like."

"Women are always fickle."

"Besides, many of those were batch-sent by him, nowhere near as good-looking as what I choose myself."

"No matter, are you coming with me?"

Lu Jie spoke logically, Jiang Ruan played the rogue.

Her voice carried a hint of coquetry.

Lu Jie nodded: "I’ll accompany you, who else would I accompany?"

They shared a knowing smile.

One was a famous star, the other just a nondescript small nurse at the hospital.

Despite their statuses, they remained the best of friends.

If in the world, Jiang Ruan could entrust someone with her back.

That person would definitely be Lu Jie.

At the YSL global flagship store.

After picking out foundation, Jiang Ruan dragged Lu Jie to look at bags.

A whole wall, filled with various limited edition bags, making Lu Jie’s eyes dazzle.

Actually, she didn’t lack bags, every shopping trip with Jiang Ruan was a spree.

Jiang Ruan would return from business trips with all sorts of gifts for her.

Lu Jie’s wardrobe was already stuffed full.

Many luxury bags she dared not carry out, only to admire at home.

Especially at work.

These were obviously beyond her salary’s reach.

Seen by some, it would lead to gossip.

Lu Jie always felt extremely fortunate.

Although she had no great skills, she had the world’s best friend.

Buying her things, keeping her company even when unhappy.

When Jiang Ruan first earned big, a million dollars.

That day she transferred fifty thousand to her account.

Over the years, several times making money and transferring to her.

Unknowingly, Lu Jie was a bit of a small rich woman.

Though she preferred staying low-key.

"Lu Jie, do you think this bag looks nice?"

"Purple, I could match it with fur, looks really trendy?"

Jiang Ruan asked her cheerfully, holding a purple bag and posing in front of the mirror.