213: There must be something wrong when things are abnormal

Song Yuan felt that Yang Haiming was an unlucky person, and even a few extra words with him made one uncomfortable.

He couldn't understand how Yang Haiming could be so brazen.

Today at the Ji family, he and Shiyu had witnessed the entire incident and knew why Yang Haiming was fired.

Yet, he dared to come seeking a job.

His thought process was truly baffling.

Song Yuan scoffed,

"I apologize, Steward Yang, but to me, character is more important than work experience or ability. As an employee, one must always remember their place and not use the employer's background for personal gain.

We wouldn't dare to employ someone like you."

Song Yuan's last words were direct; anyone not foolish could hear his disapproval.

Yang Haiming, however, showed no change in expression, nor did he feel that betraying his employer at the Ji family was a professional stain.

He tried a different approach, saying,

"Then, Song Yuan, do you need a gardener? Your yard full of flowers needs pruning, right? I learned a bit when I was young, and all the plants in the Ji family's yard were personally tended by me.

Could you just give me a meal and let me help manage the plants?"

Song Yuan said, "No."

After speaking, he directly led Shiyu inside, and the main door automatically closed after them, leaving Yang Haiming watching wistfully from outside.

It was only after walking a short distance that Song Yuan spoke,

"Yang Haiming worked for the Ji family his whole life; he wouldn't stoop to begging for food from us. This person is likely plotting something malicious again. Such a dark-hearted scoundrel, the further away he is, the better."

Shiyu smiled. She hadn't said a word outside earlier because Song Yuan was speaking her mind.

What he said was exactly what she was thinking.

"Whether at home or at the company, I would never hire an employee who has betrayed their superior, even if they betrayed someone else.

If he could betray his former boss, he might betray me. We won't take that risk."

Song Yuan took her hand.

"Exactly. If we bring such a scoundrel into our home, we'd have to be on guard all the time. What's the point? President Ji is such a loyal person to his brothers; he wouldn't have treated Yang Haiming poorly over the years. Yang Haiming doesn't even want a salary from us, just a meal. What do you think he's after?"

Shiyu was silent for a few seconds.

"I can't figure that out either. Most people find it hard to go from luxury to frugality, and he gives me the feeling he's not after money. When things are out of the ordinary, there's usually something fishy going on. We just need to be careful of him!"

Song Yuan was pensive.

The two walked into the villa talking. Gu Shiyuan hadn't returned. On the second floor, in the guest room, the auntie was moving things again, shifting items from one room to another.

Shiyu walked up and took a look.

"Wang Ma, is this room being swapped again?"

Wang Ma stopped her work and replied,

"The young master called and told me to move his things back to his original room. I said I'd do a thorough cleaning first and then help him move tomorrow, but he wouldn't agree.

Didn't he used to be a germaphobe and couldn't accept a room someone else had lived in?"

Shiyu was silent for a few seconds and then said,

"That kid is indeed a germaphobe, and he has many quirks."

Song Yuan chuckled and said,

"Just do as he says. Keep tidying."

Wang Ma went back to work.

Song Yuan and Shiyu returned upstairs. They had been out all day and sweated a lot. He went into the bathroom first to shower, and when he came out, he saw Shiyu changing clothes in the walk-in closet.

He leaned against the doorway, watching her.

From the side, her formerly flat abdomen now had a gently rising curve, where his two little ones resided.

Counting the days, it was time for another prenatal check-up tomorrow.

Every time they went, Song Yuan would always accompany her.

Shiyu, the decisive female CEO in the workplace, who would have thought she was afraid of having blood drawn?

She always had to hold his hand to feel a little better.

Song Yuan stepped inside.

"Shiyu, what time is the appointment tomorrow?"

Shiyu slipped on a loose, comfortable casual dress. Before the hem could fall, Song Yuan embraced her from behind.

His large hand rested on her abdomen, feeling the rising little bump.

She was pregnant with twins, so her belly grew faster than an average pregnant woman's. It hadn't been obvious a few days ago, but now some signs of pregnancy were visible.

However, Shiyu had a physique that all women envied. Although she had gained quite a bit of weight recently, her limbs remained well-proportioned and graceful; calling her a hot mom was no exaggeration.

Shiyu remained still, letting him hold her.

Song Yuan's palm moved on her smooth skin, as if greeting the two little ones, but in his heart, he wondered when he would feel fetal movement.

He was a little impatient to greet the two little ones.

He wondered if they were boys or girls?

As long as they were their children, he would love them whether they were boys or girls.

Shiyu answered his question,

"We're going tomorrow morning. There will be blood drawn, so I need to fast."

Song Yuan hummed,

"Then I'll have the auntie pack breakfast for us to eat in the car after the check-up."

Shiyu looked back at him.

"Okay."

Their reflections appeared in the full-length mirror in front of them.

The young couple looked at each other through the mirror.

Song Yuan's nose touched the back of her head. Shiyu liked roses, even buying rose-scented shampoo.

It was faint and smelled wonderful.

Shiyu gently pushed him.

"Don't, it tickles..."

Song Yuan saw her cheeks flush slightly in the mirror, then looked down and saw her earlobes were also red. Small white pearl studs, round and lustrous, hung from her delicate earlobes—the pair he had given her.

They dared not be too intimate at night, fearing things might escalate.

But during the day, a hug was fine.

Song Yuan couldn't resist kissing her ear, and Shiyu let out a soft hum, caught off guard.

It seemed as if a small flame was subtly burning.

Since they had already kissed, there wasn't much difference between a quick kiss and a longer one.

Song Yuan sat on the changing stool, pulled her onto his lap, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Since becoming pregnant, Shiyu rarely wore lipstick, unless it was for a very formal occasion.

Her naturally rosy lips looked very tempting.

Song Yuan suppressed the heat in his body and kissed her, from shallow to deep.

Shiyu also enjoyed it very much. She usually loved kissing and being affectionate with him.

The walk-in closet, where a pin drop could be heard, was filled with the sounds of their kisses.

The small space became filled with ambiguity, the air scorching.

Shiyu gently shifted her hips, outlining his shape, and looked at him cunningly with her eyes,

"Is it hard?"

Song Yuan was tormented by her, his blood rushing, but he couldn't do anything about her.

"What do you think?"

Shiyu pulled away from his lips and chuckled softly.

"It's almost the second trimester, and the doctor said... we can be gentle. You'll have to bear with it a little longer."

Song Yuan laughed in exasperation.

"I'm not that much of a beast, and I wouldn't dare to touch you. If anything happened to the three of you, I couldn't bear it. So, wife, don't even think about it until you give birth. I'm a coward...

At most, I'll just kiss you for a while."

After speaking, Song Yuan stared at her for a few seconds, then lowered his lips again.

Gu Shiyuan had called his sister several times today, but no one answered. As soon as he got off work, he rushed home immediately, as eager as an elementary school student starving after school.

He had signed a contract worth tens of millions today, which wasn't large among the group's collaborations, but it was his first.

He couldn't wait to flash in front of Shiyu to claim credit.

As soon as he entered the house, he eagerly went upstairs. On the master bedroom floor, he saw the room door was open, so he walked right in.

He circled the room but didn't see anyone. He stopped at the entrance of the walk-in closet.