Looking at the picture showing on the iPad... Gu Zixuan was genuinely speechless, feeling as if she was being pampered by Feng Chengjin as if she were Feng Chengyue, giving her the illusion of having to catch up with the entire Disney princess series. On the iPad, the scene was playing, and Cinderella began to sing with the mice and birds. Gu Zixuan was completely confused. But Feng Chengjin’s deep eyes were smiling even more like a crescent moon. Until the ugly stepmother appeared and the annoying cat started catching mice... Gu Zixuan felt something was really off. After a pause, she quietly suggested, "Cheng Jin, should we watch something a bit more adult?" Feng Chengjin was stunned for a moment but did not oppose; he quickly switched to another one for her. But this time, if it weren’t for her good upbringing, Gu Zixuan almost spit out a mouthful of water. Looking at that "live-action Cinderella," Gu Zixuan’s clear eyes widened in astonishment. However, Feng Chengjin only responded with eyes that were crescent-shaped even more than the crescent moon. Gu Zixuan couldn’t help but was bewildered to the extreme, pursing her red lips, not knowing what to say. "..." Gu Zixuan didn’t know what to say, so she just embraced the velvet snow blanket tightly, nestling against his shoulder to watch. Gu Zixuan was compliant yet melancholic, while Feng Chengjin’s smile deepened at the corners of his lips. A pair of inky eyes looked at her profoundly, gently laughing as he planted a kiss on her temple. The intensity made Gu Zixuan feel both happy and bewildered. As for Feng Chengjin. He naturally knew how she felt. It wasn’t that he deliberately wanted to keep it from her. It’s just that, regarding pregnancy, as her period was coming soon, firstly, she would figure it out sooner or later; women, as mothers, do not need his input for the sensitivity towards children. Moreover, on his part, he really didn’t know how to say it. Should he say, "Zixuan, you’re pregnant, it’s mine." or say, "Honey, don’t move?" It seemed that for him, who was about to be a father for the first time, he could maintain his composure regarding everything else, but this matter, no matter how well he maintained his facade. Inwardly, that tumultuous tsunami-like feeling that had been shaking his heart all day, had never ceased. Besides, before this, there was something he extremely wanted to do, something... she really wanted, but he never did... Being articulate even in the current state was already considered calm, he couldn’t manage more than that. Feng Chengjin was overjoyed. His eyes deep, the curve of his lips unchanged. Gu Zixuan, amidst a strange state of bewilderment, leaned against his shoulder to start watching the movie. With glances flowing, hearing Feng Chengjin’s occasional gentle laughter beside her ear, she couldn’t help but slightly furrow her eyebrows time and again. Honestly, it wasn’t that Gu Zixuan was overthinking; when you have a person who’s strange throughout the day after you’ve fainted for a little while, you’d be suspicious too. Hearing a big man say he likes Disney princess stories, you would be even more suspicious. But suspicion without any reasonable explanation. So, the movie in front of her appeared extraordinarily convincing. Thinking back to when she was hospitalized, Feng Chengjin had supplemented "childhood..." for her, she uncertainly glanced at him. Then thinking of Feng Chengjin telling her about him telling Feng Chengyue an entire childhood Barbie princess story. She took a few more glances. Lastly, thinking of Feng Chengjin’s occasionally exposed childish nature... Her gaze shifting very lightly. But that doesn’t mean the very emotionally intelligent Feng Chengjin couldn’t catch something at that moment. Thus, the couple who always liked to communicate emotions through thoughts each had their own concerns. Regarding Feng Chengjin’s possible inner residing feminine "little princess" trait, Gu Zixuan turned away, pretending she saw nothing, and said nothing. Feng Chengjin, however, realized what she was thinking during the dim pause of Mo Tong. Immediately, a "pfft" of helpless laughter. Opening his mouth, "Zixuan, I actually..." "Oh, I see, go ahead, it’s okay, I like it too." Gu Zixuan was very magnanimous. Feng Chengjin, however, was completely dumbfounded. Such a handsome guy, when looking baffled, was quite amusing. Unfortunately, Gu Zixuan didn’t see it. Feng Chengjin’s emotions were somewhat collapsing. In past times, he would have immediately flipped over and physically told her whether he had a pink little princess in his heart, whether he was a lion or a kitty. However, at this moment, what else could he say? He could only sigh at how his 34-year-old man’s life completely turned upside down in front of his pregnant woman With a helpless laugh, Feng Chengjin had no choice but to continue accompanying Gu Zixuan in watching the live-action "Cinderella." As Gu Zixuan saw Cinderella’s stunning and glamorous white wedding dress at the end, she gasped for air. Feng Chengjin glanced at her figure and suddenly laughed. Inside Yunfeng Hotel. Shen Jian妮’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at He Qimo, who had dragged her into the bathroom and locked the door, and she began to bang on the door in frustration. "Hey! He Qimo! Mr. He, Boss He, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said you were not as good as President Feng. This is the bathroom, not a bed; I want to sleep. I have realized my mistake, let me sleep on the sofa." But He Qimo couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to her. He let out a cold laugh, locked the door, and then took off his clothes and got into bed. Inside, Shen Jian妮 genuinely felt He Qimo’s intimidation. And his "gentlemanly demeanor." Really, there’s no harm in comparison. To make He Qimo be like Feng Chengjin is definitely impossible, but comparatively speaking, if she had been told earlier, He Qimo letting her sleep on the sofa would be the greatest display of gentlemanly behavior by his standards. She should truly cherish it. Wearing just a thin nightgown, with the ventilation fan above her whooshing air, not to mention the cold. She glanced around the hotel bathroom. A huge massage bathtub... a high-end and luxurious oversized sink, and the toilet with a built-in drying effect... Shen Jian妮 had a question that drove her to the brink. Where would she sleep at night??? Shen Jian妮 paced back and forth anxiously in the bathroom. The tightly locked door resisted her attempts with various methods all failing to open it. Rolling up her sleeves and stretching out her long, white legs, she fiercely—like a tough woman—tried to twist the door. The top-notch black pear wood thick door was so soundproof that even the sound from the TV which He Qimo had on earlier couldn’t get through. If the TV couldn’t get through, could her cries for help or pleas for mercy? Leaned against the door, she plaintively yet provocatively, like a cat, said, "Mr. He~~~ I was wrong, let me out, I promise to sleep obediently on the sofa." Finally, Shen Jian妮 held up the faucet and shouted, "He Qimo! Will you freaking let me out or not? If you don’t, I’ll flood the bathroom! You think I can’t get out, but neither can the water, right? If you push me too far, you won’t be sleeping tonight either!" However, even if she was more aggressive and sprayed water everywhere until it was soaking wet, it was to no avail... In a presidential suite, huh? The bathroom was as large as two bedrooms in an average home. With such a powerful drainage system, she would be a ghost if she could flood it. So, Shen Jian妮, wrapped in a towel, leaned against the door and cried, "Mr. He~~ I was wrong, let me out, you’re the number one man under heaven, no one in the entire universe can compare to your abilities, sacred Potala, you’re electricity, you’re light, you’re the big treasure for all women in the world, what does Feng Chengjin count for; he’s not even fit to lift your shoes! A man like you is the best romantic partner in a woman’s heart..." In the bathroom, Shen Jian妮 rambled on. In the bedroom, lying on the bed, He Qimo remained icy, as if he hadn’t heard a thing. Only those deeply cold eyes and the icy aura around him told of his current mood. Not as good as Feng Chengjin, so Gu Zixuan ran away, is that right? Check latest chapters at noᴠelfire.net No matter, it doesn’t matter if he is as good as Feng Chengjin, Zixuan won’t come back anyway. To be honest, they broke up, let go, and he didn’t want to entangle with Gu Zixuan anymore, but these words still carved a deep mark on his heart. The night was silent and deep, and that endless past emptiness and sadness still devoured him. It made him tremble all over. He Qimo stared coldly at the television, paused for a while, picked up the cigarette pack, and quickly took out a cigarette and placed it at his lips. Yet, at the moment when the lighter lit, his fingers trembled too much to move. His brows and eyes were deep and lonely. After pausing a while longer, he threw down the cigarette pack, turned his back towards the headboard direction, and slid into sleep. His tall and slender figure was upright and handsome. Yet, with He Qimo going to sleep without a word. In the bathroom, after Shen Jian妮 shouted for a while, she knew there was no hope of getting out tonight. Her eyes glared wide, while countless squids, mantis shrimps, seaweed, and hairy crabs ran through her mind. She also wanted to slap herself a few times, saying, let you say he’s not as good as Feng Chengjin! Let you say he’s not as good as Feng Chengjin! Alright, now he’s really not as good, happy now? Who is He Qimo? He and Feng Chengjin aren’t even the same type of people; do you expect him to be polite to women? Then you’d be better off directly expecting Feng Chengjin to... force himself on you as a more realistic fantasy. Shen Jian妮 was furious and frustrated. Finally, seeing that He Qimo was completely cold and ignoring her. Accepting her fate, Shen Jian妮 could only pull at the corners of her lips, after glancing around the bathroom, she grabbed the towel and curtains, and stepping into the bathtub with one long leg, with the pillow that He Qimo had inadvertently brought in along with her while grabbing her collar earlier, she settled in. But, lying against its cold discomfort beneath her, combined with the unwillingness in her heart, how could she sleep? Thinking about her celebrity status in front of others and backstage, being cheered by fans wherever she went, Shen Jian妮 cried. Thinking about the current situation with no computer, no phone, no TV, Shen Jian妮 cried. In the end, thinking about her own bedroom with an available sofa, a torrential downpour filled Shen Jian妮’s heart. Grinding her teeth, she really wanted to curse herself with, "Idiot!" And then sing a song "The Last Courtyard" across the river...