Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

After leaving Jinlong Bay, both of them were carrying Chinese medicine in their hands.

Nan Zhi's medicine was ostensibly for nourishing and conditioning her body, but in reality, it was for preventing miscarriage.

Jin Si Nian had a cooling and detoxifying medicine in his hand.

The man pinched her cheek: "You usually seem quite healthy, how come the checkup revealed you have such a weak constitution?"

She already experiences excruciating pain during her period, so her uterine coldness must be quite severe.

"Today, I can't..." Nan Zhi bit her lip and looked at him. He should understand what she meant.

"I know I won't touch you for the next ten days."

Jin Nian sighed; he didn't know how long he would have to abstain from sex this time.

Her health is important; we'll talk about it after she recovers.

He'll puncture the condom then, and if Zhizhi gets pregnant, she'll definitely tell him.

Jin Si Nian leaned back in his seat and casually instructed the driver in front, "Uncle Zhao, to the company."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Zhi, nestled in his arms, shifted slightly, her eyelashes fluttering. With a hint of hesitation, she stammered, "I... I want to go too?"

Jin Si Nian lowered his head and looked at the soft little girl in his arms, tightening his arms to hold her securely. His tone was gentle but left no room for refusal: "Zhi Zhi, have you forgotten?"

"Tonight we're going to the Fu family to attend Old Master Fu's birthday banquet."

Nan Zhi subconsciously looked down at herself, admiring her simple, loose-fitting solid-color T-shirt paired with ordinary casual trousers—a casual and everyday outfit.

She pursed her lips, a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness on her face, and asked softly, "I...I'm just going like this?"

She was filled with unease.

In her mind, at these elite social gatherings, everyone was dressed to the nines.

To put it bluntly, my simple and plain casual outfit is completely out of place.

If Mrs. Jin sees this, she'll probably start to dislike her again.

Jin Si Nian saw through her anxiety and inferiority complex. His fingertips gently caressed her delicate waist, and a faint smile appeared on his lips as he reassured her, "Of course not, I've prepared a beautiful dress for you."

How could he possibly let his little girl be put in an embarrassing situation in front of everyone?

Over the years, he has repeatedly suggested bringing Zhizhi to banquets, but she has always politely declined.

Zhizhi never goes with him.

She parked her car downstairs at the company and returned to this place that she considered a nightmare.

Jin Nian took her hand and led her up the president's private elevator; the dress had already been delivered.

The haute couture gown designed by the master designer, a deep blue fitted dress with rhinestones, is a halter-neck style but comes with a shawl, which is also decorated with rhinestones.

Nan Zhi glanced at the price: this dress costs two million!

Can I give her the cash instead?

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Jin Si Nian asked, staring blankly at her.

He chose it specially; his suit went well with the childlike skirt.

He and Zhizhi were wearing matching outfits.

No, nothing.

She carried her clothes into the lounge; that bed she had lain on countless times.

Her clothes are still in the closet; she hasn't been here in a long time.

Nan Zhi had just taken off her shirt and put on her formal attire when Jin Si Nian opened the door and came in.

The man walked up behind her

"you…"

The man slowly walked up behind her, his warm palms gently covering her waist. He pulled her close with a gentle touch, his deep voice whispering in her ear, "Don't move, I'll help Zhizhi with her zipper."

His hands are big, so you can clearly feel him zipping up his zipper.

"Is it ready?" Nan Zhi asked.

"No!" Jin Si Nian replied, then pulled his arms around her and drew her into his embrace.

He lowered his head, his cheek resting against her soft shoulder, his warm breath spraying onto her delicate neck skin, and soft, delicate kisses falling one after another, tender and clingy.

"No..." Nan Zhi tensed up, instinctively shrinking forward, her stammering voice carrying a hint of unease, "Wait, wait... we'll be discovered."

Jin Nian kissed her collarbone: "No, Zhi Zhi, we're in the room."

"We're not outside, we won't be discovered."

He knew that what happened last time had frightened her and left her traumatized.

"Let me kiss you and have a taste of the broth."

After saying that, the man carried her to the bed, his large hand intertwining with hers.

"Childish, oh me?"

Nan Zhi shook her head: "No!"

Everything was done except for the last step…

Kings, panting, got off her and went to the bathroom to take care of himself.

Outside the bathroom, Nan Zhi covered her mouth and chuckled.

Won't he get too bored?

However, this was not something she should worry about. Nan Zhi walked to the mirror and could already see her little belly from the side.

I need to go for my prenatal checkup in two days.

She covered her belly as she left the lounge, and it was half an hour later when Kings Nian came out.

The two tacitly agreed not to mention what had just happened.

Men's needs are understandable.

Nan Zhi looked at the high heels in front of her and hesitated, wondering if she should avoid wearing such high heels since she was pregnant.

But she can't wear white sneakers there!

She's not used to wearing high heels either.

Kings had bought her high heels before.

She never wore it.

After thinking about it, she put it on anyway.

At worst, she can walk slowly; there shouldn't be any major problems.

--night

The old Fu family mansion was brightly lit, and celebrities gathered there.

Old Master Fu was a soldier, and everyone gave him face at his birthday party.

A black Maybach was parked at the main entrance of the banquet hall.

Jin Si Nian lowered his gaze, which fell on Nan Zhi's exquisite stiletto heels. His fingertips unconsciously caressed the back of her slightly cool hand as he asked, "Are they uncomfortable?"

Nan Zhi gently shook her head and stammered softly, "It's...it's alright."

As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter respectfully opened one of the car doors.

Without saying a word, Jin Nian bent down and swept her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Nan Zhi instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart trembling slightly as she spoke, "I... I can... walk by myself."

He carried her all the way through the red carpet until they reached the banquet hall entrance, where he set her down and took her soft little hand in his palm.

"If you're tired or feeling unwell, tell me right away." He looked down at the girl beside him, his voice gentle. "I'll take you home anytime."

Nan Zhi nodded obediently.

Tonight, at this grand event, everyone's focus will always be on Kings.

All she had to do was stay quietly by Mr. Jin's side and play the role of his companion to get through the night.

But the moment the two stepped into the banquet hall side by side, the noisy conversation in the room paused for a brief moment.

From all directions, countless gazes converged and fell upon the two of them.

Nan Zhi felt extremely uncomfortable.

As expected of Kings, he's the center of attention wherever he goes.

The man was tall and imposing, dressed in a sharply tailored, deep blue bespoke suit. His brows and eyes were arrogant and aloof, and his innate nobility and coldness made him a well-known figure in the top circles of S City.

The girl beside him had gentle features, wore an exquisite dress, and had a slender figure. She quietly and obediently held his hand.

Quiet whispers spread through the crowd.

"Who is that girl? I've never seen her before."

"The Crown Prince actually brought a female companion to the banquet? That's really unusual."

"Could the rumors be true? Has President Jin been secretly hiding someone all along?"

All sorts of speculations and curiosities intertwined and lingered in my ears.

Jin Nian completely ignored this, instead a faint, smug smile curling at the corners of his lips.

He took Nan Zhi's hand, ignoring the prying eyes around them, and went straight to the center of the banquet hall with the best view to sit down.

Not long after, Fu Ting walked over slowly with two glasses of champagne, smiling, and joked, "What a strange thing, our young master Jin has finally decided to bring his wife out to see the world."

Nan Zhi lowered her eyes slightly, subconsciously shifting to the side to conceal her presence, and sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, Kings was the man standing at the very top of the pyramid.

The two had barely sat down when someone came up to them and struck up a conversation to make friends.

Nan Zhi looked at her; she was just a background figure today.