Good Pregnancy Quick Transmigration: The Overly Charming CEO with No Heirs

When the red figure came into view, Qi Yunzhou's fingers, which were gripping the stem of the cup, paused almost imperceptibly.

A fleeting glint of light flashed in his dark eyes, before he quickly returned to his usual indifference.

He stopped looking at the wine, instead sinking deeper into the sofa, his gaze seemingly unfocused, falling on the dazzling red at the doorway.

"Li Beichen." Xi Yao's voice was so calm that it revealed not a trace of emotion.

She glanced indifferently at Ai Qingqing nestled in his arm, a half-smile playing on her lips. "When did your tastes become so bland? You can even stomach a woman as bland as plain water?"

Li Beichen snapped out of his daze at her stunning beauty, his gaze turning icy cold, filled with impatience and annoyance.

"Bei Xiyao, how did you find this place? Were you following me?"

He thought she had changed, but she was still the same, suffocating and annoying.

Zhu Zheng'an and Wang Mingkang exchanged a glance, their faces filled with embarrassment, wishing they could shrink into the crack of the sofa.

What kind of situation is this?

The wife caught the adulterer in the act?

However, Bei Xiyao's beauty far surpasses Ai Qingqing's, yet Li Beichen seems to be under a spell, completely devoted to the latter.

Perhaps he simply has unique taste?

Ai Qingqing, standing to the side, bit her lip and lowered her head, her nails secretly digging into her palms.

She desperately tried to hide the jealousy and hatred surging in her eyes, and in her heart she had already cursed a thousand times: Bitch!

What right does that bitch have to call her bland? She's clearly beautiful, clearly...

No one heard her inner screams; a tense silence fell over the private room.

"You think you're worthy of my following?" Xi Yao chuckled lightly, her laughter laced with sarcasm. "I find shameless men disgusting."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the entire private room seemed to freeze.

Apart from Qi Yunzhou, everyone else stared in disbelief, as if they were seeing her for the first time.

Is this really the gentle and obedient eldest daughter of the Bei family?

Is she really the same Bei Xiyao who would cry and make a scene for Li Beichen, and who would humble herself to the point of being insignificant?

Was she possessed by something today?

"Bei, Xi, Yao!" Li Beichen practically spat out the three words through gritted teeth, his face ashen. "Have you gone mad today? Get back here and stop embarrassing yourself!"

"Who's really the one who's embarrassing themselves?" Xi Yao scoffed, her gaze sweeping over Ai Qingqing again as if she were an insignificant decoration.

"I heard this 'plain water' lady is your ex-lover? I always try to be helpful, so come back within three days and sign the divorce papers. I don't want anything tainted, but..."

As she spoke, Xi Yao picked up a glass of wine under Li Beichen's murderous gaze and splashed it directly in his face.

"This toast is my way of wishing you a long and happy marriage in advance."

Then, she turned around and left the private room, her high heels clicking away.

As soon as I left the club, the system's puzzled voice rang out.

[Host, the big boss is still inside, why did you leave?]

I haven't even had a chance to say a word to the big boss yet.

"Don't rush," Xi Yao said, a slight smile playing on her lips. "We'll see each other again soon."

Don't think she didn't know; his gaze was fixed on her the whole time, and his eyes were anything but innocent.

It seems that, apart from the first world, in every subsequent world he had no memory of, he fell in love with her at first sight.

No wonder he's the man she's set her sights on.

As Xi Yao thought about these things, a bright smile appeared on her face.

Inside the room.

Li Beichen was startled when the glass of red wine was splashed on him. The crimson liquid slid down his sharply defined cheeks, soaking the front of his shirt.

He stared incredulously in the direction Xi Yao had left, then erupted in rage, growling, "Crazy woman! She's absolutely insane!"

He wiped the wine stains from his face, his tone full of disdain and certainty: "Divorce? Ha, that's all she dares to do."

Did she think that this would make him look at her more?

dream!

In Li Beichen's deeply ingrained belief, Bei Xiyao loved him profoundly, and the so-called divorce was nothing more than a threat made in the heat of the moment; in the end, she would silently compromise as before.

Zhu Zheng'an, standing to the side, looked at the doorway and hesitated before speaking, "Bei Chen, perhaps... we should go out and see what's going on? Judging from your sister-in-law's behavior just now, it didn't seem like she was completely joking..."

He felt that Bei Xiyao was different today; the disdain in her eyes didn't seem fake.

"I'm not going!" Li Beichen interrupted him irritably, took the tissue Ai Qingqing handed him at the right time, and wiped the mess on his face.

Will Bei Xiyao divorce him?

It's better to believe the sky has fallen.

Wang Mingkang hesitated before speaking, "Beichen, I feel like she's acting a little different today. Could it be that she's serious?"

Playing around is fine, but the family business can't be ruined because of a woman.

He remembered that Bei Xiyao was a major shareholder of the Li Group.

If they really get divorced, the Li family will suffer a devastating blow.

"Ignore her, she won't get a divorce," Li Beichen said firmly with a cold face.

Ai Qingqing carefully wiped him clean while speaking softly:

"Beichen, don't be angry. Miss Bei may have just acted impulsively. But no matter what, she shouldn't have done that in public... It makes you lose face."

Her words, though seemingly meant to comfort him, were actually adding fuel to the fire, as if she wanted Li Beichen to go back and get a divorce immediately.

Just then, Qi Yunzhou, who had been silently observing, gently put down his wine glass. The bottom of the glass made a crisp sound as it touched the glass tabletop, attracting everyone's attention.

He stood up, his tall figure instantly creating an invisible sense of oppression.

Qi Yunzhou glanced indifferently at the group of people in the private room and said calmly, "It's too late, I'll be leaving now."

"Hey? Young Master Qi, what time is it?"

"Yes, Young Master Qi, would you like to sit a while longer?"

Wang Mingkang and Zhu Zheng'an quickly tried to persuade him to stay.

Qi Yunzhou simply nodded slightly, said nothing more, and strode away without looking back.

The dim lighting in the corridor isolated the noise behind them.

Qi Yunzhou strode off in the direction Xi Yao had just left.

His face was expressionless, but his deep eyes held an unreadable emotion than usual.

Outside the clubhouse, the night breeze was slightly cool.

Xi Yao did not leave immediately. She stood alone by the roadside, the warm yellow streetlights casting long shadows of her, making her appear somewhat thin and lonely.

She tilted her head slightly, as if looking at the city's neon lights, or perhaps just trying to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

Qi Yunzhou stopped a short distance behind her.

He stared at her silently for a few seconds, a very subtle ripple flashing in his usually indifferent eyes.

He took a step and walked over, the sound of his leather shoes on the pavement particularly clear in the quiet night.

Hearing footsteps, Xi Yao instinctively turned around, her voice filled with surprise:

"Young Master Qi? What are you doing here?"

In the elite circles of Beijing, who doesn't know Qi Yunzhou?

Even the original owner, Bei Xiyao, had met them.