I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

He Lanchen kept in mind what Zhuang Jingxian said. Wen Wan's marriage to him was a pretext for having a child that she had planned for a long time. In addition, after Wei Ming's investigation, he learned that Wen Wan and Mrs. Qiao's family looked similar, which caused Qiao Yiyi to become wary of her.

"Just think of it as compensation for Qiu Yiyi's impure motives for persecuting your sister." He pinched Wen Wan's fingertips again, unwilling to reveal his inner thoughts.

Wen Wan leaned into He Lanchen's arms with an expression of disbelief. She was flattered and stretched out her arms around his neck, with a rare smile on her face, "Do you believe what I said?"

She thought He Lanchen would stand firmly on Qiao Yiyi's side this time, but she didn't expect the reversal to happen so quickly.

He saw her smile slightly, and his heart trembled slightly.

Wen Wan was beautiful to begin with, but she rarely smiled in front of him and looked like a cold beauty. Her smile is a little more friendly, and coupled with her rich facial features, people will be deeply immersed in her beauty.

"Letter." He Lanchen held her chin, lowered his head and kissed her uncontrollably.

The sky outside the window was as dark as thick ink, and the atmosphere in the reading room was ambiguous. Wen Wan raised her head to respond to the man's passionate kiss. There were occasional faint and lingering sounds in the quiet room, and their breathing became chaotic and rapid.

He Lanchen unbuttoned her pants with one hand and was about to pull them down when she held down his big hand.

"I'm in trouble."

Wen Wan lied.

They didn't sleep in the same bed, and she wasn't afraid of her lies being exposed.

She is pregnant now and has already indulged with him once, but she doesn't dare to take it lightly again.

"How long will it take you to finish?" He Lanchen put his big hand against Wen Wan's cheek, his eyes filled with deep desire.

Before Wen Wan could answer, He Lanchen helped her pull up her pants and buttoned the waistband of her pants.

Thinking that he could only take off her clothes before, but never help her put on one like this now, his small effort seemed to her a sign of respect for her.

"Not sure, usually about five to seven days."

Wen Wan didn't hide it from him either.

Deal with the past first, and talk about the future later.

She shifted her gaze, not daring to look at He Lanchen, for fear that he would catch her lying.

He Lanchen took out her mobile phone and downloaded a certain software in front of Wen Wan. She accidentally glanced at the name of the software and trembled with fright.

This is a record of menstrual events, so wouldn't it be a matter of time before she gets pregnant?

He opened the software and recorded Wen Wan's special days this month. He glanced at her ugly face from the corner of his eyes, and pinched her soft cheeks with his big hands. "Why are you so frowning? How about I record your day?"

Wen Wan forced a smile and awkwardly chuckled, "Not really, I'm just too happy."

Isn't she afraid?

In the next eight months or so, she would not have menstruation at all, otherwise it would be a regression of human civilization.

He Lanchen was sure that Wen Wan had no objection. He put away his phone, picked her up horizontally, put on his slippers and left the reading room.

Wen Wan did not dare to resist, and hugged his neck tightly with her arms. The two returned to the second floor, and He Lanchen carried her into the master bedroom.

"No, my bedroom is on the left." She pointed to the room where she used to live to show He Lanchen the way.

He carried Wen Wan into the master bedroom without looking back, with a faint smile on his handsome face, "From now on, we will live here together."

Wen Wan was placed on the big bed, and she fell on the quilt. She smelled his unique scent and her heartstrings tightened.

"Tell me, is this a dream?" She smelled the familiar smell of men in the quilt, and her eyes were filled with moisture.

He Lanchen heard Wen Wan's raving and felt so soft-hearted.

He lay behind her, wrapping his arms around her and confining her, his movements gentle, as if protecting a fragile treasure.

"I'm by your side, Wen Wan, this is not a dream." He Lanchen turned her face and pecked the corner of her lips.

Wen Wan closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling fiercely, and a glimmer of light appeared at the end of her eyes, "It's been three years, and I thought I couldn't wait for you to change your mind."

He Lanchen's arms holding her stiffened slightly, and the reminders Zhuang Jingxian had said kept popping up in his mind.

He and Qiu Yiyi had an engagement, and they would get married in the future. The He family only wanted to keep Wen Wan for an heir.

"Fool, you are my legitimate Mrs. He." He Lanchen held Wen Wan in his arms and suppressed the turmoil in his heart, trying to hide the guilt in his eyes.

Wen Wan always felt that tonight was like a dream. She felt that happiness came too quickly, "Since we are not planning to divorce, then I am indeed your nominal Mrs. He."

She restrained her excitement and tried not to appear too happy, lest she fall and fall even more miserably.

Seeing that Wen Wan readily accepted the proposal not to divorce, He Lanchen got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

His cell phone rang. Wen Wan felt sour when she saw that the name in the note was Qiu Yiyi. She took the phone and called him at the top of her voice, "Young Master He, your cell phone is ringing."

He Lanchen turned off the water and stood at the door and called her, "You take it for me."

Wen Wan almost dropped the phone in her hand when she heard him asking her to pick it up.

"It's Miss Qiao." She quickly explained the caller.

He Lanchen repeated without hesitation, "You take it."

He went into the bathroom again and turned on the faucet. Wen Wan took a breath and answered the phone.

"Achen, are you coming to the hospital to see me tonight?" Qiao Yiyi's charming voice sounded from the other end.

Wen Wan thought that her sister was almost "killed" by Qiu Yiyi today. She spoke in an extremely cold voice, "Miss Qiao, Lanchen is taking a bath. Do you have anything you need me to tell you?"

"Why are you?" Qiu Yiyi on the other end never dreamed that it was Wen Wan who answered He Lanchen's cell phone. She roared without any image, "Wen Wan, you bitch, you stole Achen's cell phone on purpose. Are you here to make me sick?"

Wen Wan thought that the call she made to He Lanchen last night was answered by Qiao Yiyi. According to what Qiao Yiyi said so far, stealing a mobile phone seemed like something this woman would do.

"Miss Qiao, you're the only one who would do such a thing as stealing a mobile phone." She ignored Qiu Yiyi's hysteria and stimulated the other party through the mobile phone. Before He Lanchen came out, she added, "Since you have nothing to say, I'll hang up. .”

Qiao Yiyi was cursing loudly when Wen Wan hung up the phone.

She was so angry that she smashed her cell phone on the quilt and kicked her other free leg hard. As a result, she accidentally kicked the end of the bed. The pain made her grin and roll all over the bed.

Wen Wan, you bitch, I will never let you go.

After Qiao Yiyi calmed down, she dialed Zhuang Jingxian's mobile phone number.

As soon as the call was connected, Qiu Yiyi started crying, "Auntie, what should I do? Achen is going to be snatched away by that bitch Wen Wan, you must help me."