Chapter 236: I'm an Expectant Mother

Jiang Muye's lips curved upward. "Looking up a few books. It's necessary."

"Okay." Leng Ruoli obediently settled in to wait for Jiang Muye to return.

He didn't show up, and Leng Ruoli was completely distracted. She couldn't focus on writing her thesis at all, and hadn't managed to type more than a few words.

Before long, Jiang Muye returned carrying several books.

Leng Ruoli caught sight of the magazine at the bottom of the stack at a glance—the cover featured a sexy photo spread of a female model, and the shots were genuinely quite revealing.

Her little face flushed red, and at the same time she felt a pang of jealousy.

"This is what you said you'd need later?" Especially after she noticed that Jiang Muye had already brazenly picked up that magazine, Leng Ruoli's tone turned a bit sour.

Jiang Muye nodded firmly. "Of course it's necessary. It's actually quite useful."

Leng Ruoli instinctively pinched Jiang Muye lightly at the waist.

In response to Leng Ruoli's "little move," Jiang Muye leaned in and nibbled at her ear. "Mm, we're still in the library. Bear with it a bit. Later, your husband will satisfy you."

Realizing that Jiang Muye had taken her action as a hint, Leng Ruoli's little face turned completely red. She panicked. "No, it's not…"

"Then what is it?" Jiang Muye asked with a smile.

"You're looking at other people."

"No, I'm not." Jiang Muye was completely frank.

"The sexy model in the magazine…" Leng Ruoli reminded him shyly.

The truth dawned on Jiang Muye. He glanced at the cover and only then realized that was what Leng Ruoli had been hinting at.

He burst out laughing, knowing that Leng Ruoli was jealous.

Why was Leng Ruoli so cute when she was jealous? She stammered when she spoke, but her dark, round eyes never once left his body.

Jiang Muye instinctively turned the magazine toward Leng Ruoli and said with a grin, "Take a closer look. Am I really looking at a sexy model?"

If he wanted to read that kind of magazine, he'd have picked up Playboy or FHM. Why would he grab a magazine with such tame content?

Leng Ruoli saw the contents of the magazine and was taken aback. "You're reading about parenting. What for?"

Jiang Muye's lips curved upward. He whispered to Leng Ruoli, "What do you think it means?"

Leng Ruoli's little face burned hot.

Having been through intimate matters, she naturally understood what Jiang Muye meant.

"That's… way too soon, isn't it?" Leng Ruoli murmured shyly.

Jiang Muye grabbed Leng Ruoli's hand, their fingers interlocking as he placed it on his knee. "Too soon? I have to be ready for surprises at any time. Honestly, the fact that I haven't started looking through the Hundred Family Surnames for names yet is already pretty good."

Hearing this, Leng Ruoli was utterly embarrassed.

Jiang Muye watched her flushed, spring-like expression and felt his interest rise. He buried his face in the hollow of Leng Ruoli's neck and took a deep breath, then lightly grazed it with his lips.

Leng Ruoli trembled sensitively and discreetly pinched Jiang Muye's finger beneath the table.

Jiang Muye laughed, finding it all very amusing.

The two of them were exchanging flirtatious glances back and forth, and Jiang Xueli couldn't focus on her book at all.

"I think I really need to go. I'll stop bothering you two. My stomach's about to burst—from eating all your dog food." Jiang Xueli huffed.

Jiang Muye chuckled low. "Alright, off you go."

"Brother, you really do forget your sister when you see a pretty girl. Do you still remember your sister by Daming Lakeside?" Jiang Xueli deliberately put on a pitiful look, but Jiang Muye didn't take the bait.

"Didn't you say you were leaving?" Jiang Muye grinned. Jiang Xueli made a cute face, stuck out her tongue, and left. Just as Jiang Xueli departed, a figure appeared on the scene.

While Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli were flirting, a familiar voice spoke up.

"Jiang Muye, did you hear? Xiran is leaving."

Jiang Muye looked over and saw Yuanyuan, a look of desperate hope in her eyes.

The smile that had been on Jiang Muye's face stiffened. He nodded indifferently. "Mm, I know."

"Did you and Xiran have a falling out? Not only is she not planning to compete for the graduate school recommendation spot, she's going abroad now." Yuanyuan immediately felt uneasy about it.

"Everyone has their own ambitions. Her choosing to go abroad is a good thing. If you're here to plead her case, then save it." Jiang Muye's tone was very distant.

Xia Xiran's departure was already set in stone. Naturally, he hoped Xia Xiran would start a new life and stop wallowing in past misery.

He also didn't want to be troubled by it anymore and let it affect his relationship with Leng Ruoli.

Yuanyuan looked at Jiang Muye's resolute expression, her lips parting slightly. Finally, she made an unreasonable request. "This Saturday at nine in the morning, she's flying to the US. Could you come see her off one last time?"

Jiang Muye instinctively looked at Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli was visibly nervous, her curled eyelashes fluttering rapidly.

She was looking at him with obvious unease.

"Rather than cling to the past, it's better not to see her at all. There's nothing between us anymore. I wish her all the best and every success, but the lifelong devotion, the day-and-night companionship she wants—I can't give her that." Jiang Muye's tone was firm.

As he said this, Jiang Muye was already holding Leng Ruoli's hand tightly, not letting go.

Yuanyuan's breath caught. She could already see Jiang Muye's determination, and knew that Jiang Muye and Xia Xiran would never have a future.

There was no other way but for Xia Xiran to give up.

"Alright, I'll pass your words on to her." Yuanyuan forced a smile, the persuasion she had planned to offer swallowed back down.

She also felt she wasn't suited to be here. To avoid further awkwardness, she got up.

Only after seeing Yuanyuan leave did Jiang Muye feel the atmosphere ease a bit.

He gently patted Leng Ruoli's hair and said seriously, "Don't worry. Even if you pushed me away, I wouldn't go back to her."

Leng Ruoli threw her arms around Jiang Muye's waist and, with a very earnest expression, said with sweet coyness, "How could I push you away? I'm going to hold on to you tight. Missing out on you would make me a super big idiot!"

She had finally made him hers—she couldn't do something foolish.

Leng Ruoli snuggled in Jiang Muye's arms as if no one else was around, like a little kitten, completely ignoring how others might see.

Jiang Muye, however, was in a sunny mood. He held Leng Ruoli's slender figure tightly and picked up the parenting books. "Come on, let's read them together, mom-to-be."

Leng Ruoli's little face flushed bright red. She patted Jiang Muye's shoulder. "I'm not a mom-to-be, I'm not even pregnant~"

"Hey, those preparing to take the post are no different in my book. Study up in advance. It'll be useful anyway." Jiang Muye laughed heartily.

Leng Ruoli was teased by Jiang Muye until her face reddened and her heart raced. She naturally studied along with Jiang Muye, and after looking through the contents, she realized there was so much to do when it came to raising a child.

But raising a child was a matter of time and money.

Still, raising a child together with Jiang Muye would be fun.

"If we have a daughter in the future, I want her eyes to be like yours, her nose as straight as yours, and her lips like yours too." As she spoke, Leng Ruoli instinctively reached out and gently tapped Jiang Muye's brows and eyes.