Chapter 125: The Surprise Is Overwhelming

Song Huan Yan purses her lips, "Did you guess?"

Nan Gong Yu says, "Earlier I didn't know the twists and turns between you and your ex‑boyfriend; now I know, so I guessed."

"Since he betrayed you long ago, would you kindly let him stay in the Bieshu for over a month? That's your Bieshu; going in to install some surveillance is also a piece of cake."

"Is the goal to collect more evidence? That Qiao An obviously hasn't been to that Bieshu for the first time. Is it just daily loitering there? You don't also have videos of those two dog things screwing around in the Bedroom, do you?"

Song Huan Yan: "......"

How does he know everything?

Song Huan Yan, a bit embarrassed, says, "Hmm, all of them."

Nan Gong Yu slightly furrows his brow, "Can you see?"

That's really disgusting.

Song Huan Yan says, "I didn't watch. I spent money to have someone watch and compile the conversation for me. Whether it happened or not… he told me."

Nan Gong Yu raises an eyebrow, "I see."

"Not bad," Nan Gong Yu praises, "Huan Yan, you're impressive."

Song Huan Yan says, "Please don't make jokes."

Nan Gong Yu looks at the stunning her in the mirror and says, "No jokes. I think you did very well."

"By the way," Song Huan Yan asks, "What did Lord Nan Gong just say?"

Nan Gong Yu tells her briefly, then says, "Without the Love Brain, people are all clear‑headed, not giving that woman a chance to whitewash herself."

Song Huan Yan, a little inclined to laugh but feeling unfair, merely purses her lips and says, "He's your brother. He's not just some random person. Previously it was only the filter being too heavy, you can't blame him. Indeed, Qiao An, together with all those filters, is truly deceptive."

Nan Gong Yu purses his lips, "Hmm."

While speaking, Song Huan Yan's hair was dried.

Nan Gong Yu turns off the blow dryer and picks up a comb.

Song Huan Yan slowly raises an eyebrow, this time says nothing further.

She quietly watches in the mirror as the man combs her hair, doing it very seriously.

Bit by bit, he smooths her long, thick hair.

Song Huan Yan purses her lips and smiles.

After combing, Nan Gong Yu puts down the comb, "All right, madam, are you satisfied?"

Song Huan Yan's smile widens, and she lavishly praises, "Very satisfied. Sir, you truly are… the hall above and the kitchen below."

Nan Gong Yu pulls her up, "This praise is something else. But I can't cook…"

"…I've never been in the Kitchen."

Song Huan Yan laughs, "You don't have to cook at all."

Nan Gong Yu, rarely, indulges in some idle chatter with her, says, "What if… the world ends? Or we become penniless, having nothing, forced to cook for ourselves—what then?"

Song Huan Yan can't help laughing, says, "Then just do it. Someone like you, can cooking still stump you? The poor have been poor, the rich have lived richly, right?"

Nan Gong Yu slightly lowers his eyes, staring at her, his gaze deep, voice a bit hushed, says, "Oh? Huan Yan, is this… planning to share hardships with me? The market is like a battlefield; a slight misstep leads to being shattered."

Song Huan Yan also slightly lifts her gaze at him, wondering… is he scheming her?

Unexpectedly, he also has moments of idle chatter and nonsense, even talking about the apocalypse.

Isn't he the one who always emphasizes efficiency and the point?

Now he even has leisure to pose such somewhat "childish" questions.

However, after being used to his stern aloofness—speaking when there's business, retreating when not—him saying "nonsense" now actually has a certain charm; even he becomes a bit more interesting.

Yet what he says is also true: the market is like a battlefield.

Others see him as infinitely glorious, a single hand covering the sky.

But they don't know how much must be sacrificed behind it, how much must be endured.

Song Huan Yan says, "We are already husband and wife; sharing hardships is fundamental. If we get shattered, then… I'll support you. I can act in movies and still earn money."

Nan Gong Yu laughs, lowers his head and kisses her lips, "Then it'll truly be hard work for the madam. For the madam, I will spare no effort."

Hearing that, Song Huan Yan slowly raises an eyebrow and says, "Compared to infinite glory, First Lady, I might only care whether you… get tired."

Her words left Nan Gong Yu completely stunned, a faint light flickering in his deep eyes.

After a while, he says, "With you, I'm not tired."

"Even if I'm exhausted, it's worth it."

Then, without waiting for Song Huan Yan to speak, he leans close to her ear, murmurs, "I truly can't cook right now. But I can do something else; would you like to try?"

Hearing that, Song Huan Yan's beautiful face flushed instantly.

But the man didn't wait for her answer, and kissed her lips, gentle and fitting, a romantic embrace.

In no time, Song Huan Yan's mind went blank from the kiss, only the man's overwhelming breath.

But now… she's no longer unfamiliar nor nervous, having learned to respond and to enjoy.

Also learned… to harmonize.

Inevitably also stirs the most primitive, most instinctive emotions.

Both breaths gradually deepened…

Nan Gong Yu releases her lips, forcefully lifts her sideways, and strides swiftly toward the bedside.

Everything… seems logical, flowing naturally.

A moment later, Nan Gong Yu stops the kiss, gazing deeply at his beautiful, moving wife.

His voice low and husky, he says, "Resourceful and composed, emotions well‑contained. You also have your own convictions, not easily compromising, Huan Yan, you truly make me… look at you with new eyes."

I originally thought she was cold and indifferent, even seeming a bit timid to outsiders.

But I didn't expect her heart to be so resolute, also bearing a fire—a resentment toward evildoers.

Song Huan Yan quietly looked at him, her extremely fair complexion tinged with a pretty pink, and said softly, "If you flatter me so much, I'll get carried away."

Nan Gong Yu smiled, then lowered his head to kiss her, "Then… float higher. I'll back you up."

Another round of fiery passion.

Longing to ascend to the critical point.

Nan Gong Yu paused again, gazing at her, "Do you… want to accept me?"

His voice was unreasonably deep, and his eyes were unusually dark.

Nan Gong Yu had been acting like a monk for a long time; before that he was busy with his career.

When one is busy, especially so busy that one's feet don't touch the ground, one truly has no mind to think about such matters.

But now, with his beautiful wife pregnant, it's truly hard to restrain himself.

Of course, he never intended to restrain himself.

He only waits for Song Huan Yan to accept.

He also never imagined the acceptance would take long, like several months or half a year.

The big boss talks about efficiency.

Also, it's what Qiao An said today.

Abortion is a rumor.

Then could it be that she never… did that?

Although Nan Gong Yu cannot be certain, people can't help but speculate toward the best, most surprising possibility.

Then… what if?

However, he didn't overthink it; it was only a brief speculation.

If he says he doesn't mind, then he truly doesn't; before him, what was there to mind?

How could one mind?

Princes, nobles, and generals all bow for a beauty; even if the beauty marries another man, they think of her day and night.

What else is demanded?

Song Huan Yan, however, is Kyoto's Top Beauty.

If she weren't extremely aloof and indifferent, we truly wouldn't know how many men surround her.

His words made Song Huan Yan's complexion even redder.

Actually, now that they're husband and wife, there's nothing to be pretentious about.

Moreover, he also gave her time.

Song Huan Yan also doesn't know whether she… maybe… likes him now.

In short, she doesn't intend to refuse.

"Mm." Song Huan Yan nodded and softly uttered that single word.

Nan Gong Yu grew impatient.

He is a steady, mountain‑steady top‑tier big boss, the ruler of the Global Number One Conglomerate.

Now… out of control.

He kissed her again….

Like a bratty kid, impatient, and a bit… lacking any technique.

Come to think of it, it's a bit embarrassing…

At least he's a big boss…

A big boss who, when faced with international‑cooperation‑level hundred‑trillion projects, remains unflustered, chatting cheerfully.

Yet… his rhythm got a bit off.

Fortunately, it was only a few seconds of frantic chaos.

After everything fell into place, he…

Rashly barged in…

But the next second he was abruptly stunned.

"Huan Yan…" Nan Gong Yu was a bit incredulous.

Although he thought that, after all it was just a thought.

Seeing Song Huan Yan frowning, physiological tears welled up in his eyes.

He was even more stunned beyond words.

Because he lacked tenderness, but… because his emotions surged and he became a bit overbearing.

This left him dumbfounded for a few seconds.

Then a huge surprise surged, like an uncontrolled tide, raging waves.

"How could you…" he leaned down, kissing away her tears, "Why didn't you say?"

Song Huan Yan's voice trembled slightly, "Won't you know sooner or later?"

"Yes." Nan Gong Yu said gravely, "But…"

He didn't say what, changed the subject, his trailing tone trembling, "Huan Yan, this surprise is too great."

After that, he kept kissing her, whispering, "My lady, endure a bit."

Song Huan Yan felt an inexplicable flutter at the tip of her heart, an indescribable sensation.

Her heartbeat… seemed weightless.

An unprecedented feeling surged, causing both to instantly sink deeply.

Song Huan Yan woke up again, startled by the alarm clock.

She came to herself in a second, and recalling last night made her a little flushed.

She reached out and turned off the alarm.

Behind her was a man's warm, firm embrace.

He didn't get up early today.

Usually Nan Gong Yu gets up earlier than she does, probably because he's accustomed to a busy schedule.

Song Huan Yan was still thinking when Nan Gong Yu kissed her ear; his voice, habitually cool, was very gentle as he asked, "Does it still hurt?"

His words made Song Huan Yan a little flushed again; she whispered, "No longer."

Nan Gong Yu continued kissing her ear, soon becoming aroused.

Song Huan Yan whispered, "No… aren't you going to work?"

Nan Gong Yu chuckled softly, "What if I don't want to work?"

For the first time he felt… it's not that he must go to that "broken shift."

Sleeping a bit longer isn't impossible either.

Song Huan Yan, for the first time unable to answer him, hummed involuntarily twice and said, "Skipping work will delay the job?"

Nan Gong Yu replied, "It's not that I really want to work."

Song Huan Yan was almost speechless.

Is this something a work‑aholic big shot would say?

It feels… as if my spirit were being taken over.

Nevertheless, Nan Gong Yu was only saying it.

The only reason was that he feared her body might feel unwell.

After all, it's the first time.

After kissing her for a while, Nan Gong Yu restrained his emotions and said, "Let's go to work first."

Since they are already married, they still have a long road ahead.

Song Huan Yan blushed, "Alright."

The two got up and went to wash up.

Song Huan Yan suddenly asked, "Lord Nan Gong Yu, should we… use contraception?"

Her beautiful face turned completely red as she asked.

It was her first time experiencing this, so she was naturally quite shy and couldn't relax.

Nan Gong Yu paused, then looked at her, "Song Huan Yan, don't you want children?"

Song Huan Yan was also taken aback; actually, she had never thought about that question.

Nan Gong Yu furrowed his brows and pondered.

He is not young anymore, should have them, and his material conditions are abundant, so he could have them at any time.

Having several would be fine.

But she… is still quite young; before, she even said she wanted to act in movies.

Both fell silent.

Suddenly, for some reason, they both spoke in unison.

Nan Gong Yu said, "How about waiting two more years?"

That would allow her to pursue her beloved career for two years.

Song Huan Yan replied, "If we have them, we must?"

Next year he'll be thirty‑two, and pregnancy would still be a year away before birth.

Being a father at thirty‑three… really isn't early.

They didn't expect that speaking simultaneously, they were each considering the other, taking a step back.

Both were stunned again.

They didn't expect that on this issue, they still couldn't reach agreement.