Such wonderful news had Liu Yusheng eager to announce it to the world. Liu Yulan’s heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her gentle demeanor. “Yusheng, let’s wait until the pregnancy is more stable before telling everyone.”
“Alright, I’ll listen to you.” Liu Yusheng’s heart was already wholly devoted to the child. He couldn’t wait to prove to everyone in their social circle that there was nothing wrong with him.
The two embraced, lost in their own little world.
…..
Li Qiao woke up early to find President Song and Mrs. Yang still at home.
“Qiaoqiao, come down for breakfast!” Mrs. Yang greeted her warmly. She had slept soundly last night—no more waking up to find her husband looming over the bed.
Thank goodness Li Qiao had solved the problem.
She affectionately took Li Qiao’s hand and seated her beside her.
“Master, eat as much as you like—no need to hold back,” President Song chimed in, clearly in high spirits.
Under their enthusiastic hospitality, Li Qiao stared at the mountain of food piled in her bowl and smiled helplessly. “This is enough for now. I’ll get more after I finish.”
“Right, right. Take your time, Qiaoqiao,” Mrs. Yang said. “Since you’re here, why not stay a few more days? Your Uncle Song and Brother Xianchuan are always busy with work, and I get so lonely at home.”
President Song: “…Since when?”
Just then, a calm voice came from the entrance. “Mom, I come back every weekend.”
The three at the table turned to look.
Song Xianchuan—the Song family’s only son.
Li Qiao studied him. He stood around 185 cm tall, dressed simply in a white shirt and dress pants, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His features were handsome, and with two books in hand, he exuded an air of scholarly refinement.
If she remembered correctly, his profession was university professor.
While she observed him, Song Xianchuan was also sizing her up.
“Hello. Song Xianchuan.”
“Li Qiao.”
They shook hands. Beside them, Mrs. Yang was practically vibrating with impatience. Was her son made of wood? What kind of introduction was that?
Song Xianchuan smiled politely. “Seeing you in person is better than hearing a hundred descriptions.”
“I’ve long admired Professor Song’s reputation,” Li Qiao replied smoothly.
Their exchange was so formal it bordered on awkward. President Song and Mrs. Yang shared a look—these two might actually be a little socially stunted.
“Xianchuan, sit down and eat,” President Song urged.
Halfway through the meal, Li Qiao picked up her chopsticks again. Song Xianchuan glanced at the towering pile of food in her bowl, his expression unreadable.
After Breakfast
When Li Qiao prepared to leave, Mrs. Yang clung to her, unwilling to let her go.
“Qiaoqiao, we have everything you could want here! There’s no rush to go home. Now that your Brother Xianchuan is back, he can keep you company!” She shot her son a pointed look, silently willing him to step in.
Unfortunately, Song Xianchuan didn’t cooperate.
He cleared his throat. “Mom, let Miss Li go home. She’s not a child.”
Mrs. Yang’s eye twitched.
Outside the Song Mansion
Song Xianchuan parked the car by the roadside and opened the door for Li Qiao with gentlemanly courtesy.
“Thank you, Professor Song,” she said with a polite nod.
“I’ll take you home,” he offered.
Just then, the chauffeur also stepped out and opened the rear door for her. “Miss Li, please.”
“Thank you,” she replied with a faint smile.
The car set off in silence, neither of them speaking.
After a while, Song Xianchuan finally broke the quiet.
“I’ve heard you practice metaphysics?”
“Yes.”
Her tone was neither warm nor cold. Song Xianchuan glanced at her. She wasn’t quite what he’d expected—far more composed and mature than her age would suggest.
Suddenly, a figure darted in front of the car. Song Xianchuan slammed on the brakes.
His expression darkened as he recognized the person outside.
Inside the car, Li Qiao frowned.
“Xianchuan… Xianchuan… Why won’t you answer my calls? Xianchuan… I miss you so much!”
A young woman stood there, tears streaming down her face. Her delicate features, made even more striking by her distress, quivered as she stared at Song Xianchuan.
His voice was icy. “Wang Ruonan. I am your professor. You are my student.”
But the weeping woman seemed not to hear him. “No, no! I don’t want to be your student—I want to be your wife, your woman! Xianchuan, I love you so much. Why won’t you even look at me? You know how I feel!”
Song Xianchuan’s brows knitted together. “Get lost.”
“Xianchuan, you’re so cruel! I’m carrying your child!” Wang Ruonan wailed pitifully.
His face turned to stone. “You know exactly whose child that is. It has nothing to do with me.” His voice was frigid. “If you harass me again, there will be consequences.”
As he turned to leave, slender arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind. “It is yours! How can you deny it after sleeping with me?”
Disgusted, Song Xianchuan shoved her away and glared. “As a student, seducing your professor is your first mistake. Falsely accusing me is your second. Wang Ruonan, know your limits. I will never like you, let alone be with you.”
Wang Ruonan’s face flushed with anger. “You’re just going to abandon me when I’m pregnant with your baby?”
As the two argued, Li Qiao rolled down the window. “Professor Song, we should go.”
“Coming.”
The moment Wang Ruonan spotted Li Qiao, hatred flashed in her eyes. “Is it because of her? Is that why you’re rejecting me? Who the hell are you, you little bitch, stealing my man? You’re dead!”
With that, she yanked open the car door and swung a slap at Li Qiao.
Crack!
Song Xianchuan caught her wrist and shoved her to the ground.
Li Qiao raised a brow, surprised he’d intervened.
Wang Ruonan sat on the pavement, clutching her stomach and sobbing. “Xianchuan… it hurts…”
He ignored her and turned to Li Qiao. “My apologies, Miss Li. Let’s get you home.”
Li Qiao glanced at the weeping girl but said nothing.
As the car pulled away, Wang Ruonan’s cries followed them. “Xianchuan… Xianchuan… You can’t leave me! Waaah… Xianchuan…”
Song Xianchuan didn’t react, focusing on the road.
Before getting out, Li Qiao suddenly spoke. “Professor Song, be careful.”
He smiled faintly. “Thank you.”
The moment she was gone, his expression turned glacial.
His phone buzzed incessantly.
No matter how many numbers he blocked, Wang Ruonan always found a new one to harass him with.
Finally, he snapped and answered. “What the hell do you want?”
“Xianchuan… if you don’t want me bothering you… come here. I’ll be waiting. If you don’t show up… I’ll never stop~ (#^.^#)”
Her giggle was grating.
