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The company organized a fire drill, and the supervisor commended several projects by name at the meeting. I had a severe pregnancy reaction and wanted to go home from get off work early to rest. But my husband, Chen Feng, dragged me to the stage and announced to all the executives and reporters: "My wife, An Ran, as the chief geological consultant of our company, will personally lead a team to the most dangerous fire site survey points to obtain first-hand information!" After saying that, he turned around and held his secretary Song Jia's shoulders. His tone was gentler than I had ever heard before: "The smoke outside is too dusty. It's not good for your skin. You can just stay in the rear command center and do liaison work." I almost fainted as I tried to hold on, "I'm seven months pregnant! Chen Feng, are you crazy?" He was stunned for a moment, then whispered in my ear: "I'm sorry, but this time the investors are here, just for show." Then he asked his assistant to send me back to the lounge. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself on the edge of the fire. They were pushing me to go to the bottom of the cliff to retrieve a drone whose signal had been lost. When I was almost suffocated by the thick smoke, I frantically pressed the button of the emergency beacon on my wrist: "Brother, activate the highest level of rescue! Someone wants to murder me, and I want them to pay the price!!"

At the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, everyone suggested playing a cake betting game, and her husband Wei Chen came up with "the number one pick and the golden flower". According to custom, the number one scholar can kiss anyone of the opposite sex present. All the relatives and friends booed and pushed Wei Chen towards his female brother Lin Xiao. "Kiss me quickly! It's just for good luck. Whoever takes it seriously is not interested!" I held my five-month pregnant belly, which felt tight. She was making a fuss, and a group of people were holding up their mobile phones to take pictures, regardless of my discomfort. I couldn't help it anymore and smashed the soup bowl in my hand to the ground. Then he took out his cell phone and pressed 110. "Hey, comrade police, someone here is holding a bank party in the name of the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner..."

The moment Lin Moxing got the key information of the project, the first thing he did was to dial the number he was familiar with: "Lawyer Li, I would like to entrust you to handle a divorce lawsuit." The phone screen dimmed, reflecting his pale and absent-minded face. Lin Moxing stood up and walked to the window, looking at the carefully tended irises in the garden downstairs - those were planted by Su Qingyao herself just because another man liked them. Even though the two look similar, they are not him after all. Lin Moxing caressed the hard-won design drawings and showed a wry smile. It's time to leave.