LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 543 - 543: Do You Want to Have a Son or a Daughter?
Chapter 543: Chapter 543: Do You Want to Have a Son or a Daughter?
The Neighbor Old Wang is back?
Baby Chi also got startled, craning her little head to look toward the entryway—
He couldn’t have heard her calling him shameless and irresponsible, could he? If The Neighbor Old Wang had heard, he was so petty, he’d definitely be looking for trouble.
The discovered man walked in from the entryway. Although Baby Chi’s childlike babble had considerably lightened his mood, his mind was still burdened with issues. Even though he tried hard to hide it, Chi Enen could still sense the subtle hostility emanating from him.
Did Kim Zhiyuan truly threaten Li Beijue with her pregnancy? But in the past two meetings, Chi Enen hadn’t seen Kim Zhiyuan as that kind of person. But if not, why did he seem to be so preoccupied?
Chi Enen decided to ask later. She stood up from the sofa, flashing a smile, “You’re back? Have you had dinner?”
“Yeah, no,” Li Beijue touched her delicate face, and the information he had read earlier suddenly came to mind, stirring up a bout of irritability within him.
“That’s perfect, we can eat together. The Big Chef just finished making the food, and Baby and I were about to eat. I’ll go get it.” Chi Enen had already turned and headed to the kitchen to get the food, missing the flash of irritability in his eyes.
By the time she brought the food over, Li Beijue had already taken a seat at the dining table.
Baby Chi sat on her special small chair.
Since Li Beijue liked Western Food, the Michelin Chef who came to their house often made Western dishes. The Filet Mignon looked delicious, with enticing aromas accompanied by a Vegetable Salad, whetting one’s appetite.
Chi Enen cut two pieces, and as she tasted them, they were as good as she had imagined.
She enjoyed the meal, her eyes curving into a smile.
Being pregnant, her appetite was great. She quickly finished a Filet Mignon and ate quite a bit of salad. Baby Chi also showed a hearty appetite, finishing her portion and patting her slightly bulging tummy.
Only Li Beijue’s portion had been barely touched, a stark contrast to his usual appetite.
As if he had no stomach for it, he put down his Knife and Fork, pushed back his Chair, and said, “You guys keep eating, I’m going to take a shower.”
Saying that, he went off to the bedroom.
Even Baby Chi could sense he was different from usual, her big round eyes turning towards Chi Enen, “Woman, The Neighbor Old Wang didn’t hear our chat and get mad at me, did he?”
Chi Enen shook her head, “He’s not mad at you.” It must be for some other reason.
She too pushed back her Chair, telling Baby Chi, “Baby, you play by yourself for a bit, I’m going to ask what happened.”
“Okay.” Baby Chi was particularly sensible at times like these.
Chi Enen entered the bedroom.
The sound of running water in the bathroom was relentless. As she stood at the bathroom doorway pondering how to start the conversation, the door suddenly opened—
The man, his body wet and casually wearing a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom, water droplets glistening as they trailed down from his jawline. Before she could speak, Li Beijue extended his hand and summoned her forcefully, “Come here.”
She was just a bit slow, and he, seemingly unable to wait any longer, walked over and grabbed her wrist. Annoyed, he furrowed his eyebrows and growled, “Are you a turtle? Why are you so slow? A rabbit would hit a tree stump in frustration and kill itself trying to outpace you, only for a farmer to snatch it away!”
“Aren’t you mixing up the stories of ‘The Tortoise and the Hare’ and ‘Waiting for a Hare to Slam into a Tree Stump’?” Chi Enen felt he was particularly irritable today, “The rabbit ran into the tree stump because it wasn’t looking, not out of frustration.”
“I’m frustrated to death by you!” Li Beijue glared at her, pulling her over to the bed, and pushed her to sit on it.
Then suddenly, he half-knelt down, resting his head against her stomach, listening intently for a moment.
Chi Enen, tickled by his wet short hair, was about to tell him it was too early to hear fetal movements, when the man resting his head against her stomach looked up suddenly, his usually irritable face quieting down, and he asked in a hoarse voice, “Chi Enen, do you want a son or a daughter?”