Chapter 975: Chapter 982: Extra Story (9)
Yan Jiu was so angry he felt like his lungs would explode. He looked at the torn household register in his hand, threw it on the coffee table, and turned to leave.
Soon, only Xie Qinghuan was left in the room, and peace returned.
She walked to the window, watching the man leaving in a huff, and the corners of her lips curled into a slight smile.
She reached out and gently touched her belly, a glimmer of tenderness appearing in her eyes.
...
The next day, early in the morning.
Xie Qinghuan was still not fully awake when she heard a pounding on the door.
She turned over and buried her head under the blanket, intending to ignore it, her brows tightly furrowed.
But the noise outside the door didn’t let up, instead growing louder.
Xie Qinghuan, a bit overwhelmed, got up and looked at the clock on the wall. It was only half-past five.
She doesn’t even wake up until half-past six to get ready for work.
With a sigh, she didn’t need to think to know who would knock so ’gently’ at this hour.
Opening the door, she leaned against the doorframe: "I say, Yan Yiheng, what’s wrong with you? Do you know what time it is?"
"Both," Yan Yiheng raised an eyebrow and admitted directly.
Xie Qinghuan paused for a moment before coming to her senses and saw him walk in as if it was his own home: "Hey... This is my place."
"There’s no distinction between you and me."
"Do you have any shame? Do you know I still have to work!" Watching as he poured himself a glass of water, she was on the verge of losing it.
One must know, her workload every day is hectic, and this lunatic came to bother her so early in the morning.
Yan Jiu, unhurriedly taking a sip of water, said calmly: "I resigned for you."
Xie Qinghuan was momentarily taken aback, eyes widening in disbelief: "Say that again!"
"Resigned," Yan Jiu said blandly.
Xie Qinghuan tightly gripped his collar, furious, her chest heaving violently.
If she had a kitchen knife at that moment, she would undoubtedly have struck it against his annoying, handsome face without hesitation.
Staring at him for a few seconds, she released him and walked toward the bedroom without looking back.
Bastard!
Who gave him the authority to do that?
Does he even realize how difficult it is for someone like her, with no status, no connections, to reach where she is today?
Yet, with just a casual word like "resigned," he ended years of her hard work.
Seemingly not expecting her to truly be angry, he panicked a bit.
Quickly pulling her back and holding her in his arms, he whispered: "Why such a temper? I didn’t resign for you, just asked for a year off."
She paused, looking at him incredulously: "Really?"
Yan Jiu took out his phone and handed it to her: "Call and ask if you don’t believe me."
"Then why did you ask for a year’s leave for me?"
Yan Yiheng, holding her waist, said gently: "Isn’t this a special period, time for nurturing the baby at home."
Xie Qinghuan raised her hand and gave him a flick on the forehead: "Who nurtures a baby for a whole year? A sow?"
"That’s different, I need to build a father-son bond." Yan Jiu didn’t get angry, having read that women are moody during pregnancy.
He didn’t see the point in arguing with her.
He pushed her back into the bedroom, checked the time, and said: "It’s still early, go back to sleep."
"You know it’s early!" Xie Qinghuan glared at him angrily.
"You should just give me a copy of the door key already," Yan Jiu said as he tucked her in.
As it is, every time he stole a key, she changed the locks.
So he had no other choice but to knock.
Quietly leaving the bedroom, Yan Jiu went into the kitchen, lit a cigarette, and felt a headache looking at the various cooking appliances.
