Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1581: 1580 I think it is related.

"An Lin, do you know that Tang Yang is in City C right now?"

On the other end of the phone, Feng Wanfeng’s tone was somewhat hesitant.

An Lin’s expression remained unchanged, but she glanced at Mother Qin sitting beside her through the lenses, and replied calmly, "I heard about it."

"Linlin, Tang Yang said he never told you guys that he’s coming to City C, so how did you know?"

"Tell me the main point first."

An Lin frowned, her tone tinged with impatience.

With Mother Qin right next to her, she didn’t want to discuss Tang Yang too much with Feng Wanfeng.

"Alright, last night, Tang Yang and I slept in the same bed."

An Lin’s eyes widened in shock, and she almost dropped the phone from her hand.

She quickly sat up from her previous reclined position against the car door, realizing that her mother-in-law was also in the car.

An Lin took a deep breath, suppressing her inner shock, trying to make her voice sound calm and indifferent, "How come?"

"Last night Tang Yang confessed to me, I rejected him, and he felt bad and drank heavily. In the end, I’m not sure why, but I got drunk too... I’ve already told him not to worry about it and not to tell anyone."

"Did he agree to that?"

An Lin tightened her grip on the phone.

Moments ago, her mother-in-law had asked her to advise her cousin not to entangle with Tang Yang.

And now, her cousin and Tang Yang had ended up together.

This was outright soap-opera-level drama.

"He promised not to tell anyone, but you know, Tang Yang is a stubborn person."

Feng Wanfeng’s words were filled with difficulty and inner conflict.

"Since he agreed, he probably won’t bother you anymore. Sister, I heard that Tang Yang’s mother arranged a blind date for him, so once he returns to A City, you won’t need to worry. I’m almost home now, let’s talk later."

An Lin finished and hung up the phone without waiting for Feng Wanfeng’s response.

"An Lin, did Feng Wanfeng mention Tang Yang to you?"

Beside her, Mother Qin asked seemingly casually.

An Lin smiled, "Yes, Sister said Tang Yang went to City C to find her, but she sent him back."

"That’s good, tell her not to get involved with Tang Yang. They won’t have a future together." Mother Qin sighed, knowing that the Tang Family values family background.

An Lin just nodded twice, not adding more to the conversation.

***

In the evening, when An Lin returned to the hospital, Qin Mu was on the phone.

An Lin carried a lunchbox to the bed, opened it, and served the porridge, while Qin Mu put away his phone.

"An Lin, did Feng Wanfeng call you?"

Qin Mu’s gaze swept over her flat stomach and landed on her delicate face, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

The light highlighted his handsome features, making the smile at his lips inexplicably charming. An Lin’s eyes flickered slightly as she sat down in the chair by the bed with the porridge, countering with a question: "Was it Tang Yang who called just now?"

"Yes."

Qin Mu did not hide it from her.

Smelling the aroma of the porridge, his smile deepened, "This porridge smells wonderful."

"Of course, reportedly, this is one of Nanny Zhang from Ranran’s house’s specialties."

Raising her eyebrows with a smile, An Lin spoke as she brought a spoonful of porridge to Qin Mu’s mouth, uncaringly.

"Yang just told me that he was with Feng Wanfeng last night."

He looked gently at An Lin, his tone very calm, as if it was no big deal, more like he was saying they had dinner together.

An Lin pursed her lips, fed him a second spoonful, her mind recalling that in the afternoon, Mother told her Aunt Tang called.

"Mom asked me to advise my cousin not to get tangled with Tang Yang."

"Mom and Yang’s mother often do beauty treatments together, they share a good relationship. Now that their relationship has progressed, you don’t need to advise anymore."

Qin Mu contemplated while analyzing the current relationship between Feng Wanfeng and Tang Yang.

"Oh."

An Lin sighed.

Qin Mu ate the porridge from the spoon, looking at her with concern, "Why sigh? Feng Wanfeng may be your cousin, but she’s an independent person, and Yang is the same. Their matters aren’t something outsiders like us can influence."

"When cousin called in the afternoon, mom had just told me, besides, she was right there."

"Then, does mom know?"

Qin Mu’s gaze flickered slightly, his eyes steadily locking onto An Lin.

An Lin pouted slightly, "She probably doesn’t know, I didn’t tell her. She shouldn’t have heard what my cousin said."

Qin Mu relaxed, smiling, "Then don’t tell mom, Yang said he promised Feng Wanfeng not to tell the elders about last night."

At this, Qin Mu frowned again.

Thoughtfully: "From his tone, I think he won’t easily give up on Feng Wanfeng. He’s liked her for so many years, now their relationship finally has substantial progress."

"Not necessarily, Aunt Tang would never agree to my cousin entering the Tang Family."

This was an issue Qin Mu had mentioned before.

"It’s indeed a challenge for Yang to face both his father and mother."

Qin Mu’s brows furrowed slightly, An Lin redirected the topic: "In the afternoon, mom also said she’d accompany me for a prenatal checkup. Later, I used the excuse of sleep to delay it until tomorrow."

"Just get it done, you’re not really pregnant."

Qin Mu dismissed the notion.

An Lin glared at him, "Are you stupid? You lied saying I was pregnant, according to that timeline, I’d be at least over three months pregnant now."

"Anyway, pregnant is pregnant, whether it’s early or late, what’s the difference?"

Qin Mu didn’t see any issue, his parents had been eagerly awaiting grandchildren from the moment he turned eighteen, urging him to marry and have children.

Now that An Lin is supposedly pregnant, they would be expecting a grandchild in a few months, not caring if it was conceived two months earlier or later.

"I feel like it might make a difference."

An Lin frowned gloomily.

Her intuition told her that if her mother-in-law found out she was only just over a month pregnant, not three months, she would surely be upset.

Even though the An’s and Qin’s houses had always maintained good relations, and Mother Qin had always been kind to her.

Strangely, An Lin felt that after marrying Qin Mu, the relationship between her and Mother Qin became more delicate.

Qin Mu chuckled softly, reaching for the bowl in her hand, startling An Lin from her thoughts by his action.

"I’ll eat it myself."

He explained with a smile, prompting her to loosen her grip.

Qin Mu took the porridge, had another bite, and reassured her, "An Lin, you don’t need to worry. Even if mom wants to blame, I’ll explain it clearly. It was my lie, it has nothing to do with you."

"This lie was originally yours."

Annoyed, An Lin rolled her eyes. She didn’t want her mother-in-law’s impression of her to worsen, believing she lied about something so crucial.

"I wasn’t lying, just sharing the good news a little earlier, that’s all." Qin Mu humorously defended himself.