My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies
Chapter 297: 212 Who Bullied You When I Wasn't Here?_2

Chapter 297: Chapter 212 Who Bullied You When I Wasn’t Here?_2

“Where did you go?”

She really looked down on herself; it was the same when she was with Jing Zan. Knowing that he might have other women, she still played deaf and did not even dare to question, just like now…

She timidly made an excuse, “It’s a bit tight… it’s uncomfortable to carry.”

“When you bought it, didn’t you measure it?” Yang Zichen reached out and touched her abdomen. “Have you gained weight?”

Wei Lan did not respond and pulled the quilt over her, turning her back and closing her eyes.

Held in his embrace, she did not know how she managed to fall asleep that night, her mind as chaotic as her heart.

She didn’t know how they could continue after their upcoming marriage, or what to do about the child? Moreover, the person he cheated with was her best friend…

In her dreams, there was no peace either. The next day when she opened her eyes, he was standing by the bed, putting on his coat, and telling her, “Awake? I put breakfast downstairs, I’m heading out now, don’t wander off alone, I’ll come back to cook lunch, call me if you need anything.” He was nagging again.

Wei Lan cuddled under the blanket, lazily watching him, and after he reached the door, she finally mustered the courage to ask, “Where are you going?”

Yang Zichen paused his action of closing the door. “The wedding venue setup isn’t finished yet, I need to check on it.”

Wei Lan remained silent, and Yang Zichen could tell she was slightly upset, but he thought about finishing his tasks quickly and coming back to be with her, so he said, “Get up and eat breakfast before going back to sleep, it will get cold otherwise.”

Wei Lan responded absent-mindedly with a “Hmm.”

“Then I’m leaving, don’t roam around, I’ve sent Dingding and Dangdang away.”

She just lazily responded, “Hmm.”

After Yang Zichen left, Wei Lan cozied up even more under the blanket, assuming a different position to lie down.

Shen Hanxiu went to work, and the kids also went to school. Su Nian, having slept until noon, was bored alone at home, so she went to see Wei Lan. At the moment, Wei Lan was eating breakfast, but apparently had no appetite, and the breakfast had also gotten cold.

“Last night you said you were uncomfortable; are you feeling better?”

Wei Lan put down the milk cup she was holding, looking at Su Nian, eyes filled with conflict, hesitantly saying, “Sister Nian’nian…”

“What’s wrong?”

“…Qiuqiu, does she have a boyfriend?”

Su Nian puzzled, wondering why Wei Lan suddenly asked about Qiuqiu. After thinking, she truthfully said, “Qiuqiu has always been with Tang Ge. After the wedding upset, she hasn’t looked for anyone else.”

Wei Lan lowered her head, pensively sipping her milk.

“What’s wrong?”

Not getting a response from Wei Lan, Su Nian knew something was up, for Wei Lan is usually carefree and would immediately smile and shake her head saying nothing was wrong unless it was something serious, but today she seemed off.

Before Wei Lan could respond, there was a sound at the door—it was Yang Zichen returning.

He changed shoes and walked in, carrying a bag of vegetables, appearing more personable compared to his usual serious demeanor during work.

“Brother Yang, you’re back?” Su Nian politely greeted.

Yang Zichen came up, frowning and asked Wei Lan, “Why are you eating so late?” noticing she only drank milk and hadn’t touched anything else.

Su Nian, aware of Wei Lan’s mood swings mostly related to Yang Zichen, knowing she was upset, smoothed things over, “When pregnant, she doesn’t have much appetite, seeing greasy food makes her nauseous!”

Yang Zichen then eased his expression, taking the cold milk from her hand, saying, “Then I’ll make porridge for you tomorrow.”

Yang Zichen entered the kitchen, and Su Nian pulled Wei Lan into the living room, “Lanlan, did you have a fight with Special Assistant Yang?”

“No…”

“Then why the long face for your Special Assistant Yang? You’re getting married in two days; it’s best to be happy. Special Assistant Yang is such a nice guy, cooking for you every day, handling the wedding preparations so you don’t have to worry, what’s there to be unsatisfied about?”

Wei Lan lifted her head to look at her, “Sister Nian’nian, last night…” Wei Lan spoke, glancing towards the kitchen, then pulled Su Nian to her feet.

“What happened?”

“Let’s go upstairs to talk.”

Once in the room, Wei Lan locked the door and sat down with Su Nian by the bed.

Su Nian teased her, “What, has Special Assistant Yang been hiding private money from you?”

Wei Lan, now unable to smile, said, “No, remember I said I went to the restroom last night?”

“Yes.”

“When I went out, Qiuqiu hadn’t come back either, right? Then I saw her and a man… kissing by the restroom door.”

Su Nian raised her eyebrows, “Her new boyfriend?”

Wei Lan’s brows knitted, “That man… I think it’s Ah Chen.”

“No way!” Su Nian was shocked, “Did you see clearly?”

Now they were about to get married, and they had just gotten through the ordeal with Jing Zan—it couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it?

“Qiuqiu and your Special Assistant Yang don’t know each other!”

“But didn’t they meet last time? Qiuqiu even greeted Ah Chen, then said she recognized the wrong person after.”

Su Nian recalled for a moment, but she felt that Yang Zichen wasn’t that kind of man; even talking to girls, he was very reserved, how could he get involved with Wei Lan’s friend while about to marry Wei Lan?

If it were some other man, Su Nian might believe it, but if it were Yang Zichen, she simply couldn’t.

“You must have seen wrong; are you ignoring your Special Assistant Yang over this?”

“But I clearly saw him! I saw his profile, exactly the same, also wearing a white shirt and black trousers, even the hairstyle was the same!”

“Since the wedding is so soon, maybe you should clear it up with your Special Assistant Yang.”

Wei Lan struggled to speak, “I don’t know how to say it…”

If it really was him, how could she accept such a reality, especially since she was the one who took initiative initially; if it wasn’t him, she felt it shameful to harbor such suspicions.

Su Nian thought for a bit and said, “Well then, I’ll ask Qiuqiu tomorrow, but I really think you misunderstood.”

Wei Lan absently touched her belly, hoping she had misunderstood…