Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

Zhang Shiyi's originally fair cheeks instantly turned bright red, the redness spreading from her ears all the way to her neck. She struggled to get up from Cheng Zhe's arms.

Her eyes darted away, her voice trembling with a hint of coquettishness: "Cheng Zhe! What nonsense are you talking about!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently punched his chest, too shy to look up at anyone.

Zhao Ya was even more exhausted. She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, her cheeks were burning hot, and even her neck was covered with a fine blush.

She hurriedly raised her hands to cover her face, but couldn't help but peek through her fingers at Cheng Zhe before quickly closing her eyes again. She felt her heart pounding like a drum, pounding as if it would shatter her chest.

The words "becoming a mother" burned her with a tiny flame, filling her with an unspeakable shame. She pressed her palms tightly against her cheeks, refusing to let go even a little.

She dared not look at Cheng Zhe, nor did she dare to look at Zhang Shiyi and her mother's expressions. She only hoped to hide herself away, but her body involuntarily leaned closer to Cheng Zhe. There was no intention to avoid him; instead, it revealed a hint of unconscious dependence.

Cheng Zhe took in her shy and timid appearance, his smile deepening. He gently pulled her hand away from her face and said, "What's there to be shy about? Isn't this our future?"

His hand was slightly cool, making her involuntarily flinch, but she obediently let him hold her hand, burying her head even lower: "Ah Zhe, please don't say anymore..."

Zhang Shiyi leaned against Cheng Zhe's other side, watching Zhao Ya's shy and bashful appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle. She reached out and gently poked Zhao Ya's arm, teasingly asking, "Is Xiao Ya shy?"

"It's really nothing. We'll watch the little one grow up together, won't that be great?"

Her words carried a gentle, experienced quality that eased Zhao Ya's embarrassment and made her raise her eyes slightly.

When he looked at Zhang Shiyi, the shame in his eyes faded a little, but he was still embarrassed. He gave a soft "hmm" and quickly lowered his head again.

Zhang Cuiting sat to the side, watching her daughter's expression with a doting smile in her eyes. She gently stroked Zhao Ya's long hair and said in a tender tone, "Silly child, this is a good thing, don't be shy."

She knew her daughter's feelings for Cheng Zhe and hoped that their little family could be more complete. Seeing how much Cheng Zhe cherished them, she felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and even the way she looked at them became gentler.

Cheng Zhe held Zhao Ya's hand and then hugged Zhang Shiyi beside him, his gaze sweeping over the three of them with gentle eyes: "I just thought that once we move to Yunlan Mansion and have two more little ones, the house will be even more lively."

"You don't need to feel pressured, take your time, I'll be with you." His earnest words gradually relaxed Zhao Ya's tense body.

Although her face was still flushed, she no longer tried to hide it. She simply leaned on his shoulder obediently, feeling the warmth of the person beside her. The shame in her heart was gradually replaced by a sense of security and anticipation.

Sitting to the side, Zhang Cuiting looked at the two women's shy and flustered appearance, and couldn't help but blush as she said, "Then I'll take care of your children from now on. Right now, Xiao Cheng is supporting me, and I'm almost out of touch with society."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya's cheeks, which had just begun to flush, instantly burned again.

She buried her face in Cheng Zhe's shoulder, gently nuzzled his arm, and mumbled, "Mom~".

Her voice still trembled slightly as she finished speaking, and she quickly buried her face even deeper, wishing she could hide in Cheng Zhe's arms. She then gently tugged at Zhang Cuiting's sleeve, saying, "You're just stirring things up!"

Zhang Cuiting's heart warmed by her daughter's soft "Mom," and she smiled, her eyes crinkling with delight. Her tone was indulgent and gentle: "Okay, okay, Mom won't say anymore, I won't say anymore."

He then wisely shut his mouth, but the smile in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Without saying anything more, the group cuddled together and chatted about everyday things before gradually becoming sleepy. After washing up, they went to bed and slept soundly through the night without any dreams.

The next morning, after eating the breakfast prepared by Zhang Shiyi and Zhao Ya, Cheng Zhe got up, tidied up, and went to work.

The car drove smoothly through the morning rush hour traffic, and the sunlight shone through the car window onto him, making him feel warm and cozy.

The song "The Light of Righteousness" was playing in the car, and Cheng Zhe swayed slightly along with the song.

Just then, his phone vibrated. He freed one hand to pick it up, and a message from Li Ruoxi popped up on the screen.

The message was brief: "Cheng Zhe, are you free tonight? I have an important dinner party to attend, and I happen to need a male companion. I'd like to ask you to come with me."

Cheng Zhe glanced at the message and replied immediately without hesitation: "I'm free, Mr. Li."

"What time does the dinner start? Send me the location, and I'll be there to pick you up on time."

After sending the message, he put his phone back on the stand.

After the last accident, Li Ruoxi's attitude towards him became noticeably warmer.

He had a vague feeling that this dinner party might not be just a simple social gathering, and there was probably something else going on. But since he had already agreed, he didn't think about it anymore and focused on driving to the company, waiting to keep the appointment that evening.

Upon arriving at the company, Cheng Zhe immediately noticed that Liu Ying was acting strangely.

Liu Ying seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. Several times when the two bumped into each other in the corridor, Liu Ying would quickly turn her head to the other side, quicken her pace, and not even give him a glance. Her deliberate aloofness was particularly obvious.

Cheng Zhe raised an eyebrow, a playful smile appearing in his eyes. He wondered to himself: Is he turning his back on me? Or is he still harboring other emotions after what happened last time?

He wanted to see how long this little woman could hide.

Before we knew it, it was lunchtime, and most of the people in the office went out to find food or take a nap.

Liu Ying remained at her workstation, her phone screen lit up, scrolling through the childbirth experiences shared by mothers on Xiaohongshu (a Chinese social media platform), carefully reading each post from prenatal care to postpartum recovery.

Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from my mother-in-law, asking if it would be okay for me to make chicken soup that night.

Liu Ying smiled gently and replied lightly, "I'll listen to Mom. I won't be picky."

These days, Chen Ming and her mother-in-law have been spoiling her like a princess, doing everything she wants, big or small, and constantly showing her concern and care, afraid that she might be hungry or tired. They take care of her in every way.

Liu Ying gently stroked her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with tender anticipation, her mind picturing what her child would look like after birth, her heart brimming with longing for the future.

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Cheng Zhe walked straight in. Before Liu Ying could react, he closed the door behind her.

Liu Ying's hand holding the phone froze in mid-air. When she looked up at Cheng Zhe, her expression was one of panic and astonishment.

"Cheng Zhe, what...what are you doing?!"