The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince! Chapter 809 - Can I Get a Gigolo Once You’re Gone? (6)

Chapter 809: Can I Get a Gigolo Once You’re Gone? (6)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She couldn’t live with that.
No one knew how excited she had been when she learned that she was pregnant.
The elation and concern you felt when a life was growing inside you… was something that only those who had experienced it could understand.
But now…
An Xiaxia bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying.
She didn’t want Sheng Yize to worry.
She could only imagine how painful it must have been for Sheng Yize when he had first heard the news and how much he must have blamed himself for it.
The child belonged to both of them.
Whatever choice they made, it would be equally and unbearably painful.
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One day, Qi Yanxi logged into the game as usual when he got back home from work.
It had been a while since he had last seen An Xiaxia online.
He hesitated, then dialed An Xiaxia’s number.
The call went through immediately.
“Hello?” Her soft voice had a nasal quality to it.
“Did you catch a cold or are you crying?” Qi Yanxi frowned.
“Hm… it’s nothing. Why are you calling me? Anything wrong?” An Xiaxia certainly sounded alright.
Qi Yanxi cleared his throat and found an excuse. “Mu Li is expecting and the doctor sent me some information on dos and don’ts during pregnancy. I’ll email you a copy.”
There was a long silence before An Xiaxia chuckled and said, “Ok…”
Qi Yanxi found her reaction strange and shot up from his chair. “Has Sheng Yize been ill-treating you?”
“No… we’re fine. I’m gonna hang up if that’s all.” An Xiaxia hung up after that.
Qi Yanxi gripped his phone tightly, his head swimming. He nearly called someone to track An Xiaxia down, but only smiled bitterly after some consideration.
What the hell was he doing? They were both married and despite the fact that he couldn’t get her out of his mind, she had never felt the same way about him.
Rubbing his forehead, Qi Yanxi leaned back in his chair, feeling exhausted.
He had married Mu Li reluctantly out of responsibility. It was for that child as much as to live up to An Xiaxia’s expectations.
He had barely had any proper relationships, let alone know how to handle a marriage.
Despite the seemingly harmonious life they had, he and Mu Li were an estranged couple. Living with her under the same roof was suffocating him.
Knock, knock —
There was a tap on the door and Mu Li walked in with a glass of milk.
“Are you tired? Have some milk. It’ll help you sleep.” Mu Li smiled gently and sweetly at him.
Qi Yanxi smiled back and thanked her in a detached, polite manner. “Thank you. Don’t stay up too late.”
“How’s everything at work? I see you’ve been working very late these days…”
“It’s fine.”
The conversation stopped there abruptly.
Mu Li looked down, her eyelashes quivering. She darted a look at the glass of milk out of the corner of her eye and said, “I’m off to bed, then.”
Qi Yanxi replied indifferently, switched on his computer, and busied himself with his work.
He picked up the milk and took a sip.
Half an hour later, he began to get drowsy, but felt like he was heating up at the same time. His vision went blurry, as if he was having hallucinations.
A pair of soft hands steadied him in time. “Yanxi, are you alright?”
Qi Yanxi clutched the hands and realized that his own palms were frighteningly hot. Driven by instinct, he pressed that soft body to the table.
“Xiaxia…” he mumbled, muddleheaded.
Mu Li bit down on her own hand, recalling what Li Fanxing had told her that afternoon when she had offered her the drug.
“An Xiaxia is the woman he loves and he only married you for fun. If you don’t believe me… Try it. Let’s see whose name he cries out in bed!”