CHAPTER 924: CHAPTER 728: LIKING YOU SINCE THE FIRST GLANCE 69

Jian Dan’s hand trembled as she answered the phone. Hearing Lai Wei’s comforting words, she felt slightly at ease, "Weiwei, hurry up, I’m scared."

Lai Wei’s heart trembled, "Okay, I’ll be quick. You go home and rest now. Send me your address, and Hai En and I will head out immediately, okay?"

Jian Dan replied with a hum, hung up, and quickly sent over the address.

After doing all this, she sat on a chair for a while before getting up and leaving. She hailed a cab outside, headed straight to the apartment, and once home, she went to her room and locked herself in. Her mind was in turmoil; she didn’t know what to think, and everything was a jumbled mess she couldn’t unravel.

She was just scared, overwhelmed by things she hadn’t experienced before, the unknown, all while recalling Bo Qin’s indifference, which nearly brought her to tears.

She had never been strong, and over the years, Bo Qin’s pampering had made her even less resilient. She had thought they could maintain this peaceful coexistence, but it was clear that it was just her own wishful thinking.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and just then, she saw a message from Meng Xue.

Meng Xue: Little Jian Dan, are you coming to my wedding with Zhou Yao?

Jian Dan’s complicated feelings were slightly alleviated; she looked at the message in disbelief, checking it several times before responding.

Jian Dan: No way, since when did you and Secretary Zhou get so close? You’re getting married already?

If she remembered correctly, the two of them used to mind their own business.

Not only that, but they always seemed like they’d never interact again, she had witnessed that herself, so how were they suddenly getting married?

It seemed Meng Xue didn’t expect her to ask this. She sighed for a while before faintly smiling and replying.

Meng Xue: Drunken missteps, and you know, pregnant, plus I’m not young anymore. Zhou Yao and I have known each other for a long time and know each other well, so we thought getting married now is quite good. The child can’t wait, so we’ll have a simple gathering with friends and family for now, and have the wedding later.

The company is busy now, not only is Bo always busy, but we as secretaries are also busy. Now that I’m pregnant, my work is piling up on Zhou Yao, so I think all the bothersome wedding preparations can wait. The child is the priority.

After reading Meng Xue’s message, Jian Dan responded with an "Oh," then instinctively touched her own belly. Her fingers flew across the keys as she replied.

Jian Dan: I’ll be there, Meng Xue, are you panicking about having a baby?

Meng Xue: Not panicking. I wasn’t careful myself, but since I’m already pregnant, even if Zhou Yao said he didn’t want it, I probably wouldn’t get rid of it. It’s my flesh and blood; I can’t bear to part with it.

I can raise the child myself. It’s just Zhou Yao’s attitude surprising me; he seems... happy.

Recalling that day’s scene, Meng Xue felt like laughing, and indeed, she did laugh, quite happily.

The joy in her laughter was infectious, softening a corner of Jian Dan’s heart as she thought about a stranger, a soft bundle, soon meeting her, not knowing who it would resemble.

Jian Dan: Congrats, Sister Meng Xue.

Meng Xue: Congratulations to us both. I heard from Boss Bo that you’ll be back soon. Don’t hesitate when you do; let’s meet for a meal. Although my belly has grown a bit and it’s inconvenient, I still think it’s quite nice.

Jian Dan: Okay.

After chatting with Meng Xue for a while, Jian Dan felt much better. She calmed down her earlier tension and helplessness, wanting to call Lai Wei and tell her not to make the trip, but Lai Wei’s phone was off. She checked the time; she had chatted with Meng Xue for over an hour, surprised at how quick Lai Wei was.

She got up, washed her face, and then called the supermarket to deliver fresh groceries.

After arranging the groceries in the fridge, she finally felt at ease, filled with energy. Like Meng Xue said, there’s nothing one can’t do. She herself could also raise the child well.

But probably Uncle Qin would find her disgusting too.

The thought of the word ’disgusting’ alone choked her, her whole being rejecting it. She didn’t want to leave such an impression, but it seemed inevitable.

She sat quietly on the sofa, sleeping when tired, cooking when hungry.