Qin Chuan didn't know how he finally left the small tavern. It wasn't until he was in the car, downing an entire bottle of mineral water in one go, that his senses returned.
Yang Jingye had already left, leaving him alone.
However, the words his father-in-law had said to him earlier were still deeply etched in his memory: Yang Zimo was also carrying his child.
At this moment, Qin Chuan truly didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The surprise had come so suddenly.
Li Ya was already pregnant with his baby, and now Teacher Yang Zimo was following suit, pregnant too!
He was the culprit behind it all.
Ever since he had crossed that final threshold with Yang Zimo, drawing from his experience with Li Ya and Alisha, Qin Chuan had always felt that getting pregnant was a very difficult thing.
Therefore, when he was with Yang Zimo, he hadn't taken any precautions. And Yang Zimo, being a woman for the first time, had very little experience in this regard. Who would have thought that in just one month, the seed would truly be sown and sprout?
"Qin Chuan, if you are still a man with responsibility and courage, hurry and go find my daughter!"
"She's been shutting herself in her room all day, seeing no one, and forbidding anyone to tell you about her pregnancy. I'm truly worried that if this continues, my daughter will have an accident. That's why I sought you out to tell you the truth!"
Yang Jingye's words echoed in his mind, a thunderous roar. Qin Chuan shook his head, stomped on the accelerator, and the car shot into the street.
He had originally intended to go directly to the Yang family's residence, but something occurred to him midway. He rushed home, took a quick shower, changed into new clothes, and then drove back to the Yang family's house.
Upon arriving at the Yang residence, he rang the doorbell. The one who opened the door was the housekeeper, Aunt Zhou.
"Oh, it's Boss Qin!"
Aunt Zhou naturally recognized Qin Chuan and was also aware of his identity.
"Hello, Aunt Zhou, I'm here to see Xiao Mo!"
Qin Chuan greeted her with a smile and started to walk into the villa.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Zhou blocked his path, her face full of difficulty. "Boss Qin, Xiao Mo isn't home. She's gone out!"
Qin Chuan stopped and stared directly at Aunt Zhou, saying nothing.
But the aura of a boss worth hundreds of millions had already made Aunt Zhou flustered. She couldn't help but plead, "Boss Qin, please don't make things difficult for a humble servant like me. Mr. Yang and Ms. Chu have strictly ordered that you are not to step foot in this house!"
"Uncle Yang called me here today!"
Qin Chuan said.
"Ah?"
Aunt Zhou was stunned. Taking advantage of this moment, Qin Chuan strode in with his long legs.
The villa was empty and very quiet.
As important leaders of Jinmei International, Yang Jingye and Chu Xiuying couldn't be at home every day; they had many things to attend to.
As for his elder brother-in-law, Yang Conglong, he had been in the capital these past two days, managing accounts.
After walking in, Qin Chuan headed straight for the second floor, ignoring Aunt Zhou's attempts to stop him from behind.
Soon, he was familiar with the layout and found Yang Zimo's bedroom. Qin Chuan didn't even knock, directly pushing the door open and entering.
In the bedroom, on the soft large bed, Yang Zimo was reading a book, a foreign one. The sudden noise startled her. Then, upon clearly seeing the figure who had burst in, Yang Zimo froze.
"Miss, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, I failed to stop Boss Qin!"
Aunt Zhou, who had followed behind, kept apologizing.
Yang Zimo frowned and said coldly to Qin Chuan, "Who let you in? Get out!"
Qin Chuan remained silent, staring intently at Yang Zimo's pretty face. After not seeing her for a while, she had really lost weight, her chin had become pointed, and her complexion was poor, which made him feel distressed.
However, she was still as beautiful and exquisite as ever, making one yearn to dote on her.
Noticing Qin Chuan's unrestrained gaze, Yang Zimo instinctively shielded her stomach with the book, though it was unnecessary as she was covered by a thin blanket.
Qin Chuan's English was quite good, and he recognized the title of the book as "Child-rearing Classics."
"What are you looking at? I told you to get out, did you hear me!"
Yang Zimo rebuked coldly.
Qin Chuan, however, slowly walked over, knelt down, and gently reached out to hold Yang Zimo's hand.
Throughout this process, Yang Zimo could have easily dodged, but for some reason, she didn't. Aunt Zhou, standing outside the door, wisely chose to leave and even thoughtfully closed the bedroom door behind her.
In the warm bedroom, Qin Chuan knelt by the bedside, tightly holding Yang Zimo's small hand and slowly resting his head against her belly.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Zimo was startled, her whole body tensing.
"I want to listen to my son's heartbeat!"
Qin Chuan said.
On the bed, Yang Zimo heard these words and was struck as if by lightning, her body stiffening. "You... you..."
"What? Do you really plan to keep this from me forever and let our child grow up without a father?"
Qin Chuan asked, looking into Yang Zimo's eyes.
"Who told you about this?"
Yang Zimo finally regained her composure and asked.
"It doesn't matter who told me. The point is, I know now."
"Xiao Mo, you're amazing. You didn't tell me about such a big thing!"
As he spoke, Qin Chuan was about to press his head against her belly again.
Yang Zimo pushed him away, scolding, "Listen to what? It's only been a little over a month, still an embryo. Where is there a heartbeat!"
Qin Chuan felt a little awkward. He really didn't know about this.
In his previous life, having lived for most of it alone, without children or a wife, his understanding of such matters was very limited.
"Qin Chuan, are you feeling smug right now? That Li Ya and I both have your children, and you'll finally get to enjoy your dream of having it all?"
Yang Zimo taunted.
Qin Chuan hastily shook his head, "No! Absolutely not!"
"Xiao Mo, when I learned you were pregnant, all I felt was panic. This is all my responsibility. I've hurt you again..."
Yang Zimo looked coldly at the man before her. "Act! Keep acting!"
"Haven't you hurt me enough already?"
"I'm warning you, Qin Chuan, your dream of having it all will never come true in this lifetime! Don't think a child can tie me down. Do you believe I'll find someone to marry right away and have this child change their name and surname, and you'll never get to see them again!"
Qin Chuan hastily nodded. "I believe you! I believe you!"
Given Yang Zimo's temper, she was indeed capable of doing such a thing.
In such an atmosphere, Qin Chuan dared not confront her and could only concede.
"You should leave. I don't want to see you right now!"
Yang Zimo issued a command for him to leave.
Qin Chuan, however, seemed not to have heard her. He continued to gaze intently at the face he had longed to see, his passionate gaze making Yang Zimo inexplicably nervous, and then suddenly she felt like crying.
Downstairs, the sound of a car arrived, and a couple hurried down.
Yang Jingye and Chu Xiuying had returned. After receiving a call from the housekeeper informing them that Qin Chuan had barged into their daughter's bedroom, they immediately put down their work.
"Where is that Qin fellow?"
As soon as she entered, Chu Xiuying asked curtly.
"Upstairs, in Miss's room!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Xiuying was about to rush up but was held back by her husband.
Yang Jingye asked the housekeeper, "How long has he been in there? Did you hear any arguments?"
Aunt Zhou shook her head. "No!"
Hearing this, Yang Jingye breathed a sigh of relief.
His decision was indeed correct. His daughter truly couldn't let go of that guy, especially now that she was carrying his child...