His large hand suddenly covered her lower abdomen. Ye Gushen lowered his head, his cool breath near her ear, "If there's a baby, then we'll have it. If not."
"You're bullying me again, don't think I didn't hear it..." She tilted her head proudly, "Definitely not pregnant!"
With those clear words, Ye Gushen moved his hand away, held her small hand, and left the elevator.
Mr. Ye's illness wasn't a big issue. Being a busy man, Ye Gushen went to the hospital but spent the rest of his time working, especially since the elections were approaching, bringing a lot of tasks.
Forming cliques was particularly noticeable. Tang Suiyu hadn't known about it before, and if she hadn't accidentally entered Ye Gushen's study, she wouldn't have discovered so many party invitations thrown in the trash can beside his desk.
"Uncle Ye, you're amazing!" She reluctantly withdrew her gaze from the trash can, "If you don't go, won't those people secretly curse you?"
