On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

Chapter 143 Circle of Friends

"Ding dong!"

Another message came on WeChat, from Meng Zixi, saying that all projects had been completed and the rented studio had also gone through the return procedures. They were just waiting for the client to transfer the balance and then they could return home.

Everyone is about to come back, and the design department of Huawen Group can’t delay any longer.

Jiang Qianxun looked stern and stopped eating the dog food of the middle-aged couple in the garden. He directly took out his trump card - sending an email to notify all shareholders of Huawen.

The main content of the email conveys one message: if the group does not allocate funds to set up a design department before tomorrow, the Huai County project will be cancelled, and she will set up a new company and move the project there.

After sending it, she went back to take a nap.

For some reason, she has been becoming more and more sleepy recently. Whenever she has nothing to do, she feels sleepy as soon as she sits down.

It was evening when she woke up again.

Auntie Lan came up and asked her to go to the small restaurant for dinner: "Miss, you have been sleeping since ten o'clock. You can't sleep any more. Come down and eat something."

Jiang Qianxun was indeed extremely hungry, and was helped by Aunt Lan to go to the small restaurant.

Before dinner, she opened her mobile phone and saw that Huawen Group had approved the establishment of a design department. Now it was the turn of the head of the human resources department to worry. He said that Jiang Wenyuan and other shareholders had each recommended designers, but the design department was managed by her personally, and he was consulting her about the recruitment conditions and quotas for designers.

She leisurely drank the bird's nest brought by Uncle Jiang and typed a reply with her fingers.

[No need to recruit, I have already found someone, and he will start work in half a month at the latest.]

Just as I finished replying, Auntie Lan's voice came over.

"Miss, just drink a few sips of the bird's nest. Your uncle Jiang made some steamed sea bass. I'll bring it over to you."

Aunt Lan opened the pot and prepared to serve her the food.

"Alan, don't move. We're almost ready to add seasoning." Uncle Jiang was pouring oil to stir-fry something when he saw Aunt Lan.

Aunt Lan didn't seem to notice Uncle Jiang addressing her. Seeing this, she leaned over and asked, "What else do you want to do?"

Uncle Jiang looked at the woman who was standing in front of him, smiled, motioned her to wait aside, and poured the chopped side dishes into the oil pan: "You will know in a moment."

Soon, a delicious aroma filled the small restaurant, and Uncle Jiang poured hot oil on the sea bass.

Aunt Lan understood and reached out to take it again.

"Be careful, it's hot. Let me do it." Uncle Jiang motioned her to move aside.

Aunt Lan was completely helpless and a little uncomfortable with the situation. She could only glare at the man who had robbed her of her life.

Uncle Jiang smiled at her and brought the dishes to the table.

"Director An, would you like to try?"

Jiang Qianxun withdrew his gaze from the two of them, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish belly and put it into his mouth.

Well, Uncle Jiang is worthy of being the chef of Xing family. The simplest sea bass, paired with some shredded garlic fried in hot oil, makes the whole fish delicious.

"It's delicious. Aunt Lan, Uncle Jiang, you guys should sit down and eat with us." She called out to the two people standing in front of her looking at her, "I can't eat so much by myself."

After all, the dog food they both feed is really filling.

Uncle Jiang refused without a second thought: "Director An, you should eat first. We are the ones who get paid, so we won't eat at the same table with you."

Auntie Lan frowned when she heard this, and suddenly pulled him to sit down generously: "We haven't eaten yet anyway, and Miss asked us to eat, so let's eat. We are not young anymore, and we don't know how many years we will have good food. Thank you, Miss."

Seeing the few gray hairs on Aunt Lan's temples and recalling the youthful smile on Aunt Lan's face when she was teasing her in her childhood, Jiang Qianxun realized for the first time how cruel time was. She suddenly felt that it was really childish for her to spend all this time on love affairs.

She rubbed her sour nose and held Aunt Lan's arm: "You said you would love me like your own daughter, but you said you won't have a good meal for a few years? Aunt Lan, are you going to break your promise?"

Aunt Lan was stunned. She didn't expect that her words of comfort to Old Jiang would make her little girl think too much. She laughed.

"No way, Auntie Lan is a person of her word. She will definitely wait until the young lady or young master grows up and gets married before she closes her eyes. I just said it casually."

"No matter what, I take it seriously. Unless Aunt Lan lives to be a hundred years old, I will believe that you are not lying."

"Okay, okay, whatever the young lady says is what we do. Come, eat some more fish belly. You've been hungry for several hours, and the baby in your belly will protest." Aunt Lan picked up a piece of fish belly for her.

"That's good enough. Uncle Jiang, you eat too." Jiang Qianxun took the serving chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish for Uncle Jiang.

Uncle Jiang is an orphan. Since the day he was sponsored by the Xing family to learn to be a chef, his life has been filled with cooking and repaying his gratitude. When has he ever felt the warmth of family?

He lowered his head and looked at the big piece of fat and tender fish meat on the bowl that Yu Lan had prepared for him, and his eyes secretly turned red.

"Thank you."

Jiang Qianxun pretended not to notice Uncle Jiang's tears and picked up a piece to eat.

When Aunt Lan came upstairs to make the quilt for her at night, she insisted on having Aunt Lan sleep with her, just like when she was a child.

Aunt Lan was reluctant at first, but she couldn't resist her own coquetry and finally agreed.

That night, Jiang Qianxun had the most sound sleep in recent days.

Because he slept well, Jiang Qianxun woke up early the next day.

When I turned on my phone, I found that Meng Zixi had sent me another message late last night, saying that the client had promised to pay the balance within a week, or seven days at the latest, and that they would be able to board the plane and return home after seven days.

Now that the partners have a specific time to return home, Jiang Qianxun is in a better mood than ever before. She decides to go to the Xing Group recently to handle the urgent work that needs to be handled so that she can get together with her partners in a week.

Before closing WeChat, she suddenly opened her Moments and posted a message.

Meanwhile, in Country F, late at night.

After discussing cooperation in the field of AI with Mr. White, Xing Mingyu returned to the presidential suite of the hotel in formal attire.

As soon as he entered the door, he took off his high-end black windbreaker with his slender hands, untied his scarf, hung them together on the hanger, and walked to the small bar in a suit and tie.

He casually poured a glass of Lafite into the goblet, shook it with one hand, and took out his personal mobile phone with the other hand to look around.

Phone calls, text messages, and WeChat are all silent.

The man's bloodshot eyes sank. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. When he looked at his phone again, he suddenly saw a red dot in his circle of friends.

He doesn't like to check out his Moments and rarely clicks on them.

He put down his phone, drank the remaining half glass of red wine, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.

It was not until the glass wall of the bathroom was covered with a thin layer of mist that he came out wrapped in a bath towel, his eyes bloodshot under his dripping hair.

He opened his private mobile phone again, and saw that there was still no movement. He was about to turn it off and continue drinking, but suddenly, he opened his circle of friends for some unknown reason.

The first update was posted by Jiang Qianxun.