Not only Ye Shuang, but also Bai Yuyou and Yezi turned their gazes over, then stretched out their heads to look at the report in Ye Shuang’s hands.
“A baby, there’s a baby.” Bai Yuyou looked at the content on the report. Even though there was a lot of data and jargon she didn’t understand, since Ye Shuang said Chen Qin was pregnant, it must be true.
Ye Shuang took a full half minute to come back to his senses. He stood up, walked over to Chen Qin, reached out and touched her lower abdomen, and asked in confusion, “It’s not big yet.”
“Slap.” Chen Qin, blushing, swatted Ye Shuang’s arm. “It’s only been a month, where would it get big?”
“Oh, right, one month. The embryo hasn’t formed yet.” Ye Shuang admitted he was a bit out of it. Even his usually sharp mind couldn’t quite keep up. Seeing Chen Qin looking at him with tender affection, he spoke softly,
“This news seems a bit sudden, but I’m really happy. It really is good news.”
“It really is good news.” Ye Shuang murmured to himself, then reached out and rubbed his trouser pockets, glancing around.
“I-I need to share this good news, tell my parents…”
“No, tell Chen Hai and the others first.”
“My brain can’t seem to keep up.”
Seeing the usually composed Ye Shuang like this, Chen Qin smiled, then reached out and hugged him. “A Ye, calm down a little. We’re having a baby. Our baby…”
Feeling the warmth of her embrace and her gentle words, Ye Shuang slowly came back to his senses. Even after calming down, his heart was still racing.
“First time being a dad, no experience.” Ye Shuang chuckled happily.
“I can tell. You look silly,” Chen Qin teased, while Bai Yuyou looked at her lower abdomen with curiosity.
“There’s going to be a baby inside,” Bai Yuyou said, staring at Chen Qin’s belly, as if she couldn’t quite picture it.
“Exactly, there’s going to be a baby,” Chen Qin said. She had been waiting for this day for so long.
Ever since she found out she had difficulty getting pregnant, Chen Qin had felt like the sky had fallen. She even felt incredibly inferior in front of Ye Shuang. But thankfully, she had been blessed by fate.
“Mom…” Yezi looked at Chen Qin, a strange emotion in her eyes.
But she seemed unable to say anything more and just blurted out, “Mom, you need to be careful and make sure the baby is born safely.”
“Thank you. I know I will.” Chen Qin said with a smile. “I wonder if it’s a boy or a girl. I can’t wait.”
“A boy,” Yezi said without thinking.
“Huh? Really? A boy or a girl is fine, but A Ye seems to prefer a daughter,” Chen Qin said, glancing at Ye Shuang. “Right?”
“I like both,” Ye Shuang replied.
After digesting the news, Ye Shuang asked Chen Qin, “Do Uncle Chen and Auntie Chen know about this?”
“I haven’t told them yet. Should we wait a while?” Chen Qin said.
“We need to tell them now. And our wedding needs to be moved up,” Ye Shuang said. After all, they couldn’t wait until after the baby was born to hold the wedding, right?
“Right now?” Chen Qin blinked her beautiful eyes, looking a bit shy.
But Ye Shuang said solemnly, “Next week, let’s go back and tell them in person, in front of Uncle and Auntie Chen.”
Seeing how serious Ye Shuang was, Chen Qin smiled sweetly.
“Okay.”
After chatting a bit more, Ye Shuang impatiently pulled out his phone and started calling Chen Hai and the others to tell them the news.
“Wow, really? Congratulations, congratulations! That’s great news. Finally, a baby!” the voice on the other end, Fugui, said. “Little Shuang, you’ve got to take good care of Xiao Qin. Want to grab a drink tonight?”
“Maybe another time. I’ll take good care of her,” Ye Shuang said. After telling Fugui, he immediately called Chen Hai.
“Hello?” The voice on the other end, Chen Hai, was making some clattering noise, probably typing on a keyboard.
“Your sister is pregnant,” Ye Shuang said.
“What the hell? Your sister is pregnant!” Chen Hai thought Ye Shuang was cursing at him, fired back instinctively, then realized something was off. “Wait, what did you just say?”
“Your sister,” Ye Shuang repeated.
“Huh?” Chen Hai still felt like Ye Shuang was insulting him.
“Chen Qin is pregnant,” Ye Shuang clarified.
“Damn, I thought you were cursing me out. Isn’t it just a pregnancy… wait, who?” Chen Hai finally snapped back to reality. “She’s pregnant?!”
“Yeah, what kind of brain wiring is that? It took you this long to get it,” Ye Shuang said, exasperated.
“I was in the middle of a game, couldn’t focus on anything else… Damn, this Tiger Vanguard boss is so freaking hard,” Chen Hai said, closing the game. “Chen Qin is pregnant? Boy or girl?”
“She hasn’t given birth yet,” Ye Shuang said sarcastically.
“True. That wasn’t easy, unlike me—I hit the bullseye right away,” Chen Hai sighed, then asked, “Do my parents know?”
“Not yet. I plan to go see them in person this weekend to tell them and also discuss the wedding. We need to move things up,” Ye Shuang said, thinking about the proposal as well.
“Yeah, don’t wait until Chen Qin’s belly gets big,” Chen Hai agreed. Pre-marital pregnancy wasn’t that unusual anyway—he had gotten married that way himself.
“But if Chen Qin is pregnant, she won’t be able to handle that much work at the company, right?” Chen Hai asked.
“She has so much on her plate. How are you going to handle that? Make a pregnant woman fight through all that?”
“I’ll take over,” Ye Shuang said.
“Can you really do it?” Chen Hai asked. “The board might not agree. Chen Qin spent a long time earning their recognition.”
“It’s okay. As long as Uncle Chen is willing to speak up for me, it won’t be a big problem,” Ye Shuang said.
“It’ll be exhausting,” Chen Hai warned.
“I’m her man,” Ye Shuang replied simply.
“…” Chen Hai was quiet for a rare moment, then asked, “Then you’d better be mentally prepared. I personally have no problem with you taking over, but you’ll have almost no personal time from now on.”
“And I don’t know how my dad feels about this.”
“I understand that too,” Ye Shuang said with a hum. Chen Qin might really step down from her career to focus on carrying their baby.
If that happened, the burden of the Chen Group would likely fall on him.
With power came responsibility.
“That’s fine. I’ll talk to Uncle Chen in detail this weekend,” Ye Shuang said.
“I’ll come back too,” Chen Hai said, then paused for a few seconds. “Um…”
“Yeah?”
“Does Bai and the others know about Chen Qin being pregnant?”
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