Chapter 182 Are you implying that I'm not working hard enough?
Murong Rong never expected that Rong Jiuci would be like this.
He actually forced her.
What she couldn't accept even more was her response to Rong Jiuci at the end.
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Murong Rong slapped herself in the face, how could she be worthy of An An!
"Miss Mu, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Xiang, who had just walked over, saw this scene and ran over in fright.
"Nothing. A mosquito landed on my face."
Sister-in-law Xiang knew that Murong Rong was lying. Emperor Jingyuan had just hired a cleaning company to disinfect the mosquitoes.
But looking at Murong Rong's expression that something was wrong, she didn't dare to say anything.
Seeing the redness and swelling on Murong Rong's face, she couldn't help but feel very distressed: "Look, it's all like this. Let me give you some medicine."
"No, I'll go to the pharmacy later and ask them to help with the medicine." Murong Rong said and went to get the clothes put aside and prepared to leave.
"Miss Mu, you can't leave." Sister-in-law Xiang quickly stopped her: "The young master said that I want you to stay and raise the baby in peace."
"Raising a baby? What kind of baby?" She has been in and out of the hospital so many times recently, but she has never been pregnant at all.
"That's what the young master ordered." The young master also said that if I can't serve Miss Mu, let me pack my things and leave. Miss Mu, look at me at this age, if I am kicked out by the young master,
, there will be no more work.”
Murong Rong couldn't help but call Rong Jiuci: "Rong Jiuci, I'm leaving now. Tell Sister Xiang and ask her to let me go."
Rong Jiuci said: "Didn't Sister-in-law Xiang make it clear? I'll let you take a good rest in Dijingyuan, so that you won't be guilty when you give birth to a child."
As soon as Rong Jiuci said these words, Huo Yanshen's ears couldn't help but prick up. Song Yuanxiu also put down the red wine in his hand and turned his head to look over.
Murong Rong laughed angrily: "What kind of child should I have? There is nothing in my belly except fat and oil!"
"Are you implying that I don't work hard enough?" Rong Jiuci raised his eyebrows a little: "Don't worry, it will happen soon."
"Rong Jiuci!"
"Rong Rong, you have to be obedient."
"Rong Jiuci, I want to leave!"
"Your latest work should be handled at Dijingyuan. After the design drawings are completed, I will ask Assistant Yang to help you make appointments with clients. This should be no problem."
Murong Rong became even more frantic, feeling an unspeakable anxiety in her heart: "If there is a problem, who says there is no problem? Rong Jiuci, I said I wanted to leave, you can't force me!"
"I can." Rong Jiuci's voice was calm, but with an irrefutable strength: "I said, you can leave when you get pregnant."
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Rong had already hung up the phone.
Rong Jiuci looked at the call ended message on the screen and put the phone away.
Huo Yanshen couldn't help it anymore: "Brother Ninth, what you said is not true. You are trying to make Miss Mu happy."
"She wasn't happy."
Song Yuanxiu said: "This is not important. The point is, Brother Ninth, do you really want Miss Mu to give you another child?"
Rong Jiuci nodded: "It's still too lonely now that Chen Chen is the only one at home."
Song Yuanxiu never talked much, but he couldn't help it at this moment: "Brother Ninth, if you want to make Auntie compromise in this way, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating. She will only think that Miss Mu is scheming, let alone let her
She enters the main door of Rong's house."
"Murong Rong does not need to enter the Rong family's gate, he only needs to enter my door. I, Rong Jiuci, want Mrs. Rong, not Mrs. Rong."
Rong Jiuci's plain words revealed his tough and determined attitude, which shocked Song Yuanxiu and Huo Yanshen.
In fact, they had guessed Rong Jiuci's thoughts long ago. He was really attracted to Murong Rong, but they never thought that he would be so determined.
Huo Yanshen couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Rong Jiuci: "Brother Ninth, you are better, a real man has to be like you. Speaking of which, Miss Mu's name really matches that of Brother Ninth, Rong Jiuci
, Murong Rong. Your last name, my first name, romantic."
Song Yuanxiu frowned slightly and said, "Brother Ninth, your biggest resistance seems to be Miss Mu."
He had faintly heard Murong Rong's words just now. Her attitude was extremely resolute, and she was not like those women outside who used such small means to threaten.
In other words, she didn't want to give birth to a child for Ninth Brother, let alone be with Ninth Brother.
Huo Yanshen was not worried: "Have you forgotten the cute little Chenchen? He is Brother Ninth's biggest trump card and trump card."
Song Yuanxiu didn't say anything, but he was doubtful in his heart. Can he really treat Chen Chen as his own without blood ties?
Emperor View Garden.
Murong Rong threw the phone aside, her chest heaving violently.
Sister-in-law Xiang brought a glass of water: "Miss Mu, I just woke up this morning, drink some water, it will help you feel better."
Murong Rong knew that Mrs. Xiang was only following orders, and even if she was angry again, she could not show off her face to Mrs. Xiang.
However, she really can't be calm now. She doesn't want to drink any water: "Sister-in-law Xiang, I want to calm down."
Sister-in-law Xiang was very worried when she saw Murong Rong's expression was bad, but she didn't dare to provoke her: "Then I'll put the water here first. Miss Mu, please remember to drink it later."
Murong Rong nodded casually. After accidentally seeing the water in the glass, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Is this honey water?"
"Yes." Sister-in-law Xiang saw that Murong Rong's expression was wrong and asked cautiously: "Miss Mu, if you don't want to drink honey water, I will change it for you."
"Need not."
Murong Rong took the water glass over.
She took a sip and tasted the unique sweet taste of honey water on her tongue.
Murong Rong's tears rolled down her cheeks. She immediately raised her hand to wipe them away, but the tears became more and more numerous.
Sister-in-law Xiang couldn't help but panic when she saw this: "Miss Mu, what's wrong with you? Don't cry. There are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome."
Murong Rong's throat was so congested that she couldn't speak at all, but she still held the glass tightly with both hands.
Be careful not to spill a little bit.
Seeing Murong Rong's look, Mrs. Xiang seemed to understand something. She did not try to persuade Murong Rong anymore, but just stood by and waited for Murong Rong to gradually calm down.
Murong Rong cried for a long time, until her fingertips were numb, and then she slowly stopped.
When Mrs. Xiang saw that Murong Rong's mood had calmed down, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took out a hot towel and wiped Murong Rong's face.
Murong Rong took it, and the warmth of the towel made her feel more energetic: "Don't tell Rong Jiuci."
"I know, I know. Miss Mu, don't worry, I'm not a talkative person." Sister-in-law Xiang paused and said, "Miss Mu, please apply hot egg compress to your eyes to reduce swelling."
"Um."
After that, Murong Rong regained her composure, and Yang Kaiqing also sent her work over.
Murong Rong devoted himself to drawing the design and put all his body and mind into it.
Speaking of which, this is the working state that Murong Rong most desires. He only needs to use all his energy to create without worrying about other things.
However, this is impossible. Every time night falls, Rong Jiuci will come back dressed in night.
After taking her to have dinner and taking her on the balcony to see the lights outside, he took her back to the bedroom.
Sometimes, Rong Jiuci would press her in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
He kissed her from behind and asked softly in her ear: "Rongrong, what do you think our third child's nickname would be?"