Since Sima Han had instructed Zheng Wei to take Shen Xiaoyan out more often, Zheng Wei took Shen Xiaoyan and the two dogs for a walk after dinner. This was a very high-end villa community in the imperial capital, with all villas and excellent views, as well as ample green spaces, naturally leading to good air quality.
When Shen Xiaoyan found out she was pregnant, Nana Gu had hesitantly suggested keeping the two dogs away, fearing they might affect her during pregnancy. However, deep down, neither she nor Shen Xiaoyan wanted to part with the dogs. Shen Xiaoyan was particularly insistent, and seeing this, Zheng Wei consulted professionals. Upon receiving reassuring answers and advice, he felt more at ease about keeping the dogs at home.
Shen Xiaoyan was experiencing her first pregnancy, and it was already proving difficult. Zheng Wei did not want her to suffer any further, so having two dogs to accompany their future child was a very good idea.
There weren't many people in the community. The two dogs trotted obediently beside the couple, their small bodies wiggling. Shen Xiaoyan reached out and tugged at Zheng Wei's sleeve. Zheng Wei quickly lowered his head to look at her.
Shen Xiaoyan hadn't brought paper and pen with her. She glanced around and saw Zheng Wei's phone in his suit pocket, so she reached directly into his pocket to retrieve the phone to type a message to Zheng Wei.
As Shen Xiaoyan's hand searched for the phone, she distinctly felt Zheng Wei's body stiffen. Shen Xiaoyan smoothly retrieved the phone. When the fingerprint lock appeared, she immediately placed her thumb on it, and it unlocked successfully. Although it was Zheng Wei's phone, she had the highest level of access.
"I want to know about Senmoli," Shen Xiaoyan typed. The music festival was approaching in a few days, and Shen Xiaoyan was very eager to know the reception of that dress, as it was Shui Jiao's first outfit.
Zheng Wei hummed in response. He took the phone, but instead of immediately searching for information about Senmoli as Shen Xiaoyan wished, he lowered his head and looked at her intently.
Shen Xiaoyan looked at him, puzzled. She didn't understand why he was looking at her so seriously, as if he could see right through her.
"Xiaoyan, what should you call me?" she now spoke to him directly, omitting the subject. Zheng Wei found this rather exasperating, as his wife seemed to have no other way of addressing him besides "Zheng Wei."
Shen Xiaoyan, after hearing his words, didn't quite grasp his meaning for a moment.
She pointed to her throat with her finger, indicating that she couldn't speak at the moment!
"But when you write, you don't call me anything either? I feel like you don't love me anymore since you got pregnant," Zheng Wei's voice was always a deep, resonant one, the kind that was said to be able to make people pregnant. Especially when he intentionally leaned in close to Shen Xiaoyan, it made her entire body tremble.
Zheng Wei indeed saw Shen Xiaoyan tremble. Seeing her somewhat flustered state, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Honey, I received the flowers and car you sent me, mhm, thank you, honey!" Just as they were talking, a woman walked out not far in front of them, speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice as she walked.
Zheng Wei raised an eyebrow at Shen Xiaoyan. Shen Xiaoyan thought about what the woman had just said and felt like she understood something.
However, Shen Xiaoyan's attention shifted to another direction. Zheng Wei was waiting for Shen Xiaoyan's answer, but then Shen Xiaoyan took the phone back.
"You haven't sent me flowers either," Shen Xiaoyan typed on the phone.
Zheng Wei, whose face had been filled with amusement, froze instantly upon seeing this message.
"I haven't sent you any?" Zheng Wei felt a blank spot in his memory.
It was better that he didn't say anything. The more he said, the angrier Shen Xiaoyan became. Shen Xiaoyan continued to write, "You haven't sent me any, you must have sent them to other women..."
"Tsk," Zheng Wei laughed. He took back the phone, playfully pinched Shen Xiaoyan's cheek, and said with amusement, "What, you're going to settle accounts with me first?"
Shen Xiaoyan pouted.
Seeing her lively expression, Zheng Wei felt overjoyed.
She was finally slowly trusting him, belonging to him.
Because President Zheng was blocked by Shen Xiaoyan regarding the matter of sending flowers, the issue of correcting Shen Xiaoyan's address was left unresolved. However, the desire ignited by Shen Xiaoyan taking his phone earlier seemed to persist.
Even when they returned home, he followed Shen Xiaoyan like a big, wagging tail.
Shen Xiaoyan's belly had just begun to show. The bathroom at home had excellent protective measures, so she had always showered herself. But today, as soon as she opened the door, Zheng Wei followed her in.
For her convenience, paper and pens were prepared everywhere at home. Shen Xiaoyan picked up a piece of paper and wrote, "Showering, please do not disturb."
"Why do I feel like my wife is getting bolder since she got pregnant, daring to directly kick me out!" Zheng Wei put his arm around Shen Xiaoyan's waist. For him, Shen Xiaoyan was a fatal attraction. Although he knew he shouldn't touch her, he couldn't help but want to be a little handsy!
Seeing him following her like a big bad wolf, Shen Xiaoyan turned around and reached out to push him away, but in the end, she was embraced by Zheng Wei.
"Xiaoyan, I'll just hug you. I'm being very well-behaved!"
Shen Xiaoyan: "..."
...
Zheng Wei said this, but by the time they emerged from the bathroom, an hour had passed. Shen Xiaoyan's face and ears were flushed, like ripe tomatoes. Zheng Wei, on the other hand, was refreshed, and his gaze towards Shen Xiaoyan was even more direct and passionate.
Shen Xiaoyan couldn't bear his gaze. She lowered her head and focused on her drawings. Although her life might seem monotonous due to her pregnancy, she was inwardly very content. She had new experiences every day, which filled her with inspiration. Even the clothes she designed seemed to have an extra warmth compared to before, lacking the previous coolness.
...
One evening, Nana Mu Zhong came to pick up some drafts during her break. She was now very familiar with the Zheng family's home. The two dogs only gave a perfunctory bark upon seeing her and did not treat her as a stranger to be wary of.
"Nana Gu, is Madam President home?" Nana Mu Zhong politely knocked on the door and asked Nana Gu, who was busy in the living room.
As soon as Nana Gu saw Nana Mu Zhong, she smiled and nodded, "She is. Xiaoyan is in the garden out back."
"Oh, alright. I'll go find her then." Nana Mu Zhong, holding a document bag, was about to walk through the corridor towards the garden. However, as she passed the independent kitchen, she suddenly braked sharply.
Huh? The shadow in the independent kitchen looked familiar. The more she looked, the more it resembled their President.
"Wow, President, you're not at the company now; you're a househusband at home!" Nana Mu Zhong's habit of speaking her mind couldn't be changed. She peered into the independent kitchen, watching Zheng Wei, who was wearing a pink apron, cooking. She shivered in shock.
"Get lost," Zheng Wei said without even turning his head.
"I'm not here for you; I'm here for Madam President." After saying that, Nana Mu Zhong walked away, her high heels clicking.
"Nana Gu?" After Nana Mu Zhong went to the backyard, Zheng Wei called Nana Gu over.
"Young Master?" Nana Gu instinctively felt that Zheng Wei was looking for her help, as it was a bit unusual for a man to be pottering around in the kitchen.
"Go call Taobao and tell them Nana Mu Zhong is here. Mmm... and also invite Lin Xin!" Zheng Wei wanted to cause some trouble for Nana Mu Zhong to feel satisfied.
Many people of Nana Gu's age loved to play matchmaker. Upon hearing that she was to call Lu Taobao, she happily went to make the call.
Meanwhile, Zheng Wei, in the independent kitchen, was thinking that he had to hurry up and prepare these dishes, otherwise, if Lin Xin, the big gossip, arrived, he would surely chatter endlessly.
...
Backyard.
It was already autumn. Some of the flowers and plants in the yard had withered. However, to please Shen Xiaoyan, Zheng Wei had directly instructed people to clear a space in the backyard and build a flower shed. As soon as one entered, the fragrance of flowers filled the air. Shen Xiaoyan, wrapped in a thin blanket, sat among the flowers, engrossed in her writing and drawing. Hong Fuji trotted obediently and squatted by her feet.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Shen Xiaoyan looked up and saw that it was indeed Nana Mu Zhong.
She couldn't speak, but her hearing seemed to have improved greatly. Moreover, Nana Mu Zhong's walking sound was indeed very distinctive.
"Madam President, have you noticed that your recent designs have become much more tender?" Nana Mu Zhong pulled over a low stool and sat down beside her, discussing with great interest with Shen Xiaoyan.
Hearing Nana Mu Zhong say this, Shen Xiaoyan also put down her pen and turned to look at her. She hadn't realized it until Nana Mu Zhong pointed it out.
"Do you still remember the Shui Ling Long series that Senmoli tried on before? That series was likely designed by you earlier, so those clothes carried a very cold aura. It wasn't the color palette, but rather the overall feel was cold. However, I've observed that in your recent series, such as the newly released Zhe Meng Zhou series, the colors are peaceful, and the temperament is as well. I'm worried, if there are many clients who prefer a cool style, can we still create such designs?" Nana Mu Zhong asked. Their relationship had become like that of old friends. Although Shen Xiaoyan couldn't speak, it didn't hinder their close communication.
Shen Xiaoyan hadn't thought about this problem. She thought carefully and then wrote, "Perhaps, maybe when President Zheng makes me angry?"
In reality, design could indeed reflect emotions. At that time, Shen Xiaoyan's emotions were indeed quite desolate.
"That won't do. It's like listening to a breakup song; does the creator have to go through a breakup? I think this might be a specialty. We can't abandon it. You don't need to project yourself into it; you can project into other people's emotions. For example, if you saw me heartbroken today, deceived by a man! Just like that, would you have any feelings? Indirectly absorbing emotions is sufficient! Besides, President Zheng is so well-behaved now. When I came in earlier, I saw him cooking honestly. How dare he make you angry now?" Nana Mu Zhong shared her thoughts, but Shen Xiaoyan's focus was not on this.