Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

The next day, Jin Si Nian straightened his tie in front of the mirror, looked at Nan Zhi who was still fast asleep, and just smiled.

She ate a late-night snack last night and fell asleep quickly; she was fast asleep in the time it took him to wash the dishes.

I was actually thinking that he could get some exercise to relieve the stress of these past few days...

Downstairs, Aunt Qing had already prepared breakfast and the bowl of medicinal soup that the young mistress found unpleasant to smell and refused to drink.

The young mistress won't drink it; give it to the young master.

The effect should be the same; she's just hoping the young mistress will have a baby so she can solidify her position.

It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, but of course, if it's a grandson, the young mistress's life will be easier.

Kingsman came down alone. Aunt Qing looked behind him and asked, "Young Master, where is the Young Madam?"

The young mistress usually gets up around this time too.

She didn't hear any embarrassing sounds last night either.

"She's sleeping, don't wake her."

The man sat down at the table, staring at the bowl of dark soup: "What is this?"

It smells fishy and has a very strong pungent odor.

Aunt Qing opened her mouth, then said, "It's a nourishing medicinal diet; young master works so hard all day, he should drink some!"

"It's good for your health; it's highly nourishing."

Jin Si Nian nodded, picked up the spoon, and took two sips. The taste was bitter; it wasn't meant for human consumption.

Suddenly remembering something, the man asked, "Didn't Zhizhi eat dinner last night?"

"She didn't eat much. The young mistress had an upset stomach yesterday morning and went to the hospital. She hasn't eaten much since she came back."

Aunt Qing naturally wouldn't tell anyone that the young mistress had vomited and felt nauseous because of the medicinal food.

No wonder I was so hungry that I got up in the middle of the night to find something to eat.

Jin Nian wiped his mouth: "Since Zhi Zhi's stomach is upset, make some light meals for the next few days."

After saying that, the man left.

Aunt Qing looked at the breakfast that had barely been touched and asked, "Has the young master eaten?"

Inside the CEO's office at the Jin family headquarters.

Jin Si Nian irritably tugged at his tie and reached out to turn down the air conditioner, but it was no use!

A sudden heat welled up in my chest, and my whole body was filled with an uneasy restlessness.

Ever since he sat down in the office, he inexplicably felt hot all over and his mind was in turmoil.

Just as I was feeling uneasy, I suddenly felt a slight warmth on the tip of my nose.

He instinctively raised his hand to touch it, and found his fingertips stained with glaring red—he was bleeding from his nose.

He hurriedly grabbed some paper to wipe it.

Is there something wrong with the soup?

It's unlikely that Aunt Qing intended to poison him; it's probably just that he was too yang-boosting.

He'd been holding back for quite a while, and he hadn't eaten anything even after being back for two days.

Even that wasn't there...

Having held it in for so long, I'm bursting with energy and vitality.

We need to be more tender now.

Okay, I really want it~

Naïve, comforting...

Jin Si Nian took out his phone and dialed Nan Zhi's number directly.

The call was answered almost immediately; she never dared to ignore a call from this patron.

"Zhizhi, come to the company right now."

"Come find me."

"I'll send someone to pick you up!"

Jin Si Nian tried his best to steady his breathing, not wanting his voice to sound strange, but his voice was still hoarse and his breathing was somewhat unsteady. Nan Zhi, who was very sensitive, immediately noticed his abnormal state.

Before she could ask any further questions, Jin Si Nian hung up the phone.

He also didn't want to listen to her because of her stuttering speech.

Jin Si Nian leaned back in his chair, feeling utterly exhausted. He raised his hand to press his throbbing forehead, where veins were bulging. He felt restless and hot all over, and the inexplicable agitation in his heart was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

He closed his eyes and cursed under his breath: "Damn it!"

"It's like being given an aphrodisiac."

On the other side, Nan Zhi looked at the phone that had been hung up and felt something was off.

Reason told her she shouldn't go.

However, Kings was her sugar daddy.

Since he's a big spender, she can't refuse to go.

Just now, on the phone, Nan Zhi heard his voice—that kind of out-of-control voice she had only ever heard in bed.

But she still had to go.

After changing her clothes, Nan Zhi poured out two folic acid tablets and swallowed them with water.

When she came downstairs, the person who was there to pick her up was already waiting downstairs.

Uncle Wang respectfully addressed her as "Young Madam".

Nan Zhi didn't say much, got into the car and left.

Over here, Kings was already finding it hard to bear; his coat was gone, and his tie was nowhere to be found.

Two buttons on his shirt were undone, and he paced back and forth in the room, praying that Zhizhi would come soon.

Little did he know that what arrived was not just the innocent child he had been longing for.

There were also two uninvited guests.

"Mrs. Jin, do you really think Si Nian would like me like this?"

The woman speaking was none other than Lin Nuannuan, the daughter of the Lin family, who was also the person that Madam Jin had mentioned to Jin Si Nian last night as a replacement for Nan Zhi.

However, as soon as Mrs. Jin mentioned this matter last night, Jin Jinnian stormed off in a huff.

So early this morning, Madam Jin specially brought Lin Nuannuan to the company, intending to personally match the two together.

Madam Jin raised her hand and gently stroked her delicate, youthful cheek, her tone confident yet tinged with disdain: "He'll definitely like it. What man in the world doesn't like a young and beautiful girl?"

Lin Nuannuan was a year younger than Nan Zhi, whom Jin Sinian had hidden at home, and she was beautiful and lovely.

More importantly, she came from a prestigious family with a respectable background, a world apart from Nan Zhi, who came from the countryside and had a stutter.

In Mrs. Jin's eyes, Lin Nuannuan was the best candidate to be worthy of her son.

Lin Nuannuan blushed at the praise: "Husband, will Madam Si Nian really marry Nuannuan?"

Madam Jin nodded and patted her hand: "Don't worry, Si Nian will be happy to see you. Go inside and have a good chat with Si Nian."

"Win his favor, and you'll be the Jin family's only young mistress!"

Lin Nuannuan: "But Nuannuan heard that Si Nian is hiding a woman in his house."

Mrs. Jin scoffed, "Her? She's nothing but a plaything of my son, she's nothing special."

"She doesn't even deserve the title of young mistress."

"It can be discarded at any time!"

Only Si Nian treated her like a treasure.

In reality, she was nothing special, and they dared not let her go out and meet people, otherwise, if she opened her mouth, wouldn't other people laugh at them to death?

Madam Jin led Lin Nuannuan ahead, and Nan Zhi overheard everything they said.

Uncle Wang explained from the side, "Young Madam, the young master's feelings for you are definitely not as Madam Jin described."

"Uncle Wang, my lord."

"Madam, you are not wrong!" Nan Zhi stood still. Since he had guests, he decided it was best not to go up.

So that Mrs. Jin wouldn't see her and feel ashamed of her.

They said some harsh and offensive things, which offended the ears of the two children in her womb.

"He has guests..."

"I...I won't go up."

No, there's no need to tell him I was here.

Nan Zhi sighed heavily, turned around and left the Jin Group's gate.

Uncle Wang followed and stopped her: "Young Madam, the young master is still waiting for you."

"Why don't you go up there?"

"Young Mistress"

Uncle Wang's tone was pleading; if the young mistress refused to go up, wouldn't that give that Lin family's daughter an opportunity to take advantage of her?