Pregnant with twins, married to billionaire CEO

"Before I share this good news, can I ask you how your work on posting the missing relatives notice in the Chinese community is going? Why haven't you given me a response? Does this mean... you don't want to help?" Fu Shangbei said this deliberately.

"It's rare that you ask me for help, how can I not help? I just forgot to give you an answer." Nian Luochen sighed: "I am getting old and forgetful."

Fu Shangbei smiled: "I think you have a good memory. I guess I'm not important enough, so you forgot about me."

"You little rascal, you're already married, why are you still saying such things? How can you be so important in my heart? I'm also married." He was so adept at making jokes.

"I'm not going to mess around with you any more. When are you free today? Come out and meet me. I have a lot of questions for you regarding your wife's missing relatives notice."

"Come out and meet me? Have you been to Jinghai?" Fu Shangbei widened his eyes. The next second, Nian Luochen replied proudly with two words "Yes". Now, he finally understood why the old man had been silent for a long time. It turned out that he was doing great things quietly.

The missing relatives notice eventually led him back to his country.

Fu Shangbei put down his phone and checked the time, then raised it to his ear and murmured, "It's only six o'clock..."

Nian Luochen interrupted him disdainfully: "I've already gotten up and am walking outside, and you're still sleeping? Why do young people sleep so much? You're not pregnant."

Fu Shangbei: “…”

"By the way, don't wake up your wife when you go out. Pregnant women need to get enough sleep." The missing relatives notice has not been confirmed yet, but the old man is already concerned about Yan Nuo. Although his reason advises him not to get emotionally involved when things are not settled, his emotion encourages him to think about it and not be timid.

When he thought about he and Qingyi having a granddaughter, his heart started beating so fast that he felt like he was thirty or forty years younger.

"Where do you want to meet at this time?" Obviously, Fu Shangbei had no chance to choose the time and place.

"Come over now. I'll be waiting for you at a breakfast shop selling dumplings outside the Nianjia community."

"Okay, I'm going out right now."

After ending the call, Fu Shangbei tiptoed back to the bedroom to change clothes, and then went to the guest room to wash up.

When he came downstairs in a suit and tie, Jiang Ma was surprised: "Young Master got up so early, and I haven't made breakfast yet."

"No need to make my breakfast, I'm going out to eat." Fu Shangbei said, "When Yan Nuo wakes up, tell her that I'm going out to meet a friend."

"Yeah." Mother Jiang didn't ask any more questions. She watched Fu Shangbei leave and quickly went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

It was still slightly dark when he went out. By the time he drove to the vicinity of Nian's residential area, it was already bright. Fu Shangbei used the map on his mobile phone to search for nearby dumpling shops and chose the nearest one to locate the target location. Fifteen minutes later, he finally saw Nian Luochen in a very down-to-earth small shop in a corner of the alley.

Fu Shangbei parked his car in front of the store, causing a commotion among the people around him.

"This car is so beautiful, what's its name, why haven't I seen it on TV?"

"You don't know this, right? This car is called a Maybach, and it costs several million."

"Oh my god, it costs millions. My butt can't afford such an expensive car."

Amid the discussions of the old men and women who had gotten up early, Fu Shangbei strode into the dumpling shop.

There is room for only six tables in the store, with four people sitting at each table and three people sitting against the wall.

The road in the middle was a bit crowded, and Fu Shangbei was just about to say "Please make way", but before he could say it, the old men and women smiled and made way for him, allowing him to sit down at Nian Luochen's table smoothly.

"Old man, why are you here for breakfast?" Fu Shangbei took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I can't get used to dumplings from other places." Nian Luochen glanced at Fu Shangbei, who was dressed in a suit and tie, and said helplessly: "I didn't ask you out for work, why are you dressed so formally? Is it hot? There's nothing we can do, this small shop doesn't have air conditioning."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boss came to Fu Shangbei with a floor fan and turned it up to the highest setting to blow it to him: "Dear guest, although we don't have air conditioning, the fans are also very powerful!"

"Thank you." Fu Shangbei threw the tissue into the trash can and asked Nian Luochen for a bowl of dumplings.