The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal
Chapter 387 - 387 387 The Thing I Hate Doing the Most Right

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: The Thing I Hate Doing the Most Right Now Is Sleeping Chapter 387: Chapter 387: The Thing I Hate Doing the Most Right Now Is Sleeping Mo Family Estate, bedroom, walk-in closet.

After Qiao Ruoxin changed into her nightgown, she stood in front of the full-length mirror examining her figure.

Although no changes were visible on her figure for now, it wouldn’t be long before her belly swelled, especially since it was twins.

Plus, those nutritionists made her nutritious meals every day, which she was almost sick of eating.

Suddenly, the door to the walk-in closet was pushed open.

Mo Chen, wearing a black robe with the collar open, revealing his sexy chest and abs, his wet hair still dripping, exuded a sexy aura.

“Why aren’t you coming out?” the man frowned.

Qiao Ruoxin glanced at him and huffed arrogantly, “I’m pregnant, and with twins at that! My belly is going to get big soon!”

The man’s dark eyes were slightly startled, “And then?”

“And then my slim waist is gone, my figure is going to get distorted!”

Thinking about it made her sad; she’d been wearing cheongsams just a few days ago, and now she probably wouldn’t be able to wear those beautiful evening gowns for almost a year.

Mo Chen came up behind her, his lips curved upwards as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, looking at the ‘Little Ghost’ reflected in the mirror, her feisty eyes filled with grievances.

“Not angry anymore, huh?”

“It’s all your fault! Getting me pregnant so early, I hate it…”

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Others her age were all striving in their careers, yet she was expecting twins. But when she thought about the two little babies, it still seemed pretty fun.

The man let out a deep sigh, “Brother is not young anymore, you know?”

She could tell he was just coaxing her. Could a man like Mo Chen really lack women willing to bear his children?

Unable to help it, Qiao Ruoxin laughed out loud, “You should say it like this, ‘I only want the children you bear for me’.”

Mo Chen frowned slightly, “Does that make you feel better?”

“Mhm.” She nodded.

The man straightened her body to face him, and looking into her eyes, he said gravely, “Little Ghost, I only want the children you bear for me, okay?”

Gazing at his handsome face and listening to the sweet nothings she had taught him, it was indeed a treat to the eyes.

“Alright, I forgive you. But you’re not going to bail on tomorrow night’s Mid-Autumn Festival gala, are you?”

She’d been looking forward to this day for so long, at least it would be a bit fun.

Mo Chen chuckled softly, “No, I will accompany you tomorrow.”

Qiao Ruoxin smiled happily, stood on her tiptoes, and hugged the man’s neck enthusiastically, “Thank you, Brother Mo Chen.”

The man embraced her, his large hand gently stroking her soft hair from behind, “What song are you going to sing tomorrow?”

“‘His Obsession.’ The program team specifically requested this song, saying it’s quite popular.”

Mo Chen responded. He was actually eager to experience what it would be like live.

“Let’s go to bed.”

With tender movements, he picked her up and carried her out of the walk-in closet towards the soft, sprawling bed.

“Great, my favorite thing to do now is to sleep. I feel like I could sleep 24 hours a day. Is this normal for pregnant women?”

She was starting to wonder if she’d entered a state of hibernation.

After placing her on the bed, Mo Chen complained in a hoarse voice, “Sleeping is what I hate the most right now.”

???

She looked at him innocently, “Why? Can’t you sleep again?”

The man glanced at her indifferently, “Little Ghost, do you know what it’s like for a man to sleep holding his woman, but can only kiss and hug without going further?”

“…”

Damn man…

Embarrassed, Qiao Ruoxin coughed twice, “Who are you blaming? It’s your own wish to get me pregnant. For your little baby, ahem, no, two little babies, you’ll just have to hold back.”

“Hmm…”

But she could clearly see that hint of restraint on the man’s handsome face.

She couldn’t help but chuckle.

…

Late at night.

Hundreds of marketing accounts mobilized across the web, starting to hype the plagiarism of Qiao Ruoxin’s new song; the spread was rapid.

Online public opinion was one-sided, all filled with derogatory comments. Qiao Ruoxin’s Weibo was bombarded with insults.

[Qiao Ruoxin, you’ve really disappointed me! That song was plagiarized! And to copy from my favorite mysterious singer ‘Alice’! How could you! Pretty face but ugly heart, that’s you!]

[I never thought she could be such a person, I’ve followed her since ‘Idol 101’. I’m unfollowing! Goodbye! Never see you again! I hope you get out of the entertainment industry!]

[I really don’t want to believe it, but after seeing the track comparison and listening to the original artist’s song, it’s exactly the same. Is this plagiarism? This is copy-paste!]

[Qiao Ruoxin, are you planning to switch careers and become a tailor? Patching things up, other people’s work becomes yours?]

[Amazing, to plagiarize a song to confess to Mo Chen, and then Mo Chen is surely touched to tears. But in the end, it’s still plagiarized! Face-slapping, smack smack smack!]

[Mo Chen! A plea from thousands of fans for you to break up! You deserve better! Isn’t the Lu Family’s young mistress, Lu Xingxing, fragrant? Why settle for someone like Qiao Ruoxin with no family background? Mo Chen, please, open your eyes and look at other pretty girls!]

[I really feel Mo Chen is wasted on such a hypocritical woman. He’s spent so many years on her—half of his youth! A fate destined to be calamity!]

[I’ve already emailed the original artist Alice, who has tens of millions of fans on INS, with significant influence. I hope she can sue Qiao Ruoxin to death!]

[Mo Chen, break up please. Lu Xingxing, who is of equal status, suits you better! Although she’s not as pretty as Qiao Ruoxin, she has integrity!]

[By the way, who is this Alice? She really can keep her composure. Her INS account hasn’t been updated for half a year already.]

[The original artist made just a humming tune, and this Mortal Princess writes some lyrics and it becomes her own work? I’ve seen shameless, but never this shameless.]

…

The next day.

Qiao Ruoxin slept till late afternoon again, as she’d been getting increasingly sleepy lately.

She had to go to the rehearsal on-site today; the live broadcast was set for 8 p.m., a Mid-Autumn Festival gala with an audience of over ten thousand people.

She stretched languidly, slowly sitting up and getting out of bed to wash up in the bathroom.

After washing up, she returned to the bedroom to pick up her phone to check Weibo, but then she remembered that Mo Chen had forcefully uninstalled all those apps.

The parenting expert had even advised her not to play with her phone due to the radiation, which, while not significant, was best avoided.

Because she was a celebrity, they were especially concerned about her seeing negative comments on Weibo, which could affect her mood.

That’s when the maid came knocking, “Miss Qiao, the madam is calling you down for lunch. You didn’t have breakfast.”

“Oh, coming.”

Qiao Ruoxin put down the phone and left the bedroom, but she really had no appetite at all.

Thus, she didn’t have a chance to see those negative comments on Weibo. Her Weibo was filled with over a million insulting comments; this was the effect of being a star with high traffic. Naturally, the negative impact was magnified hundreds of times.

This was the result Lu Xingxing wanted to see; she kept spending money overnight, preparing to push Qiao Ruoxin to the top of the trending searches before the live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival gala that night.