Chapter 80: Madam Is Pregnant

Qiao Xi herself was utterly stunned.
She had never imagined that Fu Yancheng would reveal everything so openly in front of such a crowd...
Though their hearts had long been entwined, she never expected he would choose such a formal occasion to announce her identity to the world.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, her heartbeat racing uncontrollably.
Fu Yancheng ignored all murmurs and, under the gaze of the assembled guests, took her hand and pressed a solemn kiss to the back of it.
“In the past, for certain reasons, we did not make this public, which led to unnecessary speculation and even distress for my wife.”
“But from this moment onward, I want everyone to understand—respecting her is respecting me, and respecting the Fu family.”
His words sharpened, carrying an undeniable authority.
“Any disrespect or offense towards my wife will be regarded as a direct provocation against the Fu Group. I, Fu Yancheng, and the entire Fu family, will not stand idly by.”
Old Master Fu, sitting nearby, stroked his beard with a satisfied smile, clearly approving of his grandson’s actions.
Fu Yancheng’s clear and solemn address, “Mrs. Fu,” drained all color from Zou Xin’s face, turning it ashen and then livid, her body trembling violently, unable to control herself.
Her eyes brimmed with disbelief and resentment.
The status she had schemed to attain, the position she had longed for, had been granted to that woman so effortlessly!
Why?!
Fu Yancheng did not give Zou Xin the chance to speak, turning his head and making a gesture to the security chief, who had appeared at his side.
The chief instantly understood, bringing two burly bodyguards forward. Without ceremony, they seized Zou Xin’s arms.
“What are you doing? Let go of me!”
Now truly panicked, Zou Xin struggled and shrieked, “My grandfather did favors for the Fu family! You can’t treat me like this!”
But the guests only watched coldly, some even showing disdain.
Fu Yancheng did not so much as lift an eyelid, merely gesturing impatiently for things to proceed.
The bodyguards, expressionless, half dragged, half carried the disheveled Zou Xin out of the hall.
Peace returned to the room, and only then did Fu Yancheng withdraw his gaze.
The icy authority he’d shown moments before melted away as he turned to Qiao Xi, replaced by a profound warmth and tenderness.
He lowered his head, gazing deeply into her eyes, still filled with shock and shy embarrassment.
Qiao Xi looked up to meet his gaze, her lips pressed together, finally returning a smile both shy and sweet.
As if the entire world had narrowed to just the two of them.

A wave of enthusiastic applause broke out, with Fu Qinghuan leaping forward, clapping vigorously, her face alight with excitement and mischievous delight.
“Brother, Sister-in-law, amazing! This should have happened long ago!”
Her lively voice instantly lifted the atmosphere.
Soon after, a pair of distinguished middle-aged figures stepped out from the crowd, smiling.
The gentleman, dressed in a dark suit and bearing a resemblance to Fu Yancheng, still carried the elegance and stern grace of his station despite his age.
His gaze toward Qiao Xi was gentle and approving.
The lady wore a graceful champagne-colored cheongsam, dignified and impeccably maintained, her warm, appropriate smile and gentle eyes resting upon Qiao Xi.
These were Fu Yancheng’s parents—the true helm of the prior generation of the Fu Group.
Fu’s mother approached first, naturally taking Qiao Xi’s hand, patting it gently, her voice as warm as if speaking to her own daughter.
“Good child, I’ve heard so much about you from Yancheng and the Old Master. Today, I finally meet you. I am Yancheng’s mother, don’t be nervous—we are family now.”
Qiao Xi was startled, blurting out, “It’s… it’s you?”
Her voice carried disbelief, “That day at the subway entrance…”
Fu’s mother’s smile deepened.
She squeezed Qiao Xi’s hand, her tone full of emotion and the joy of fate fulfilled, “You remember now? Yes, it was me.”
She turned to her husband, who also showed a hint of surprise, and to Fu Yancheng, raising her brows with a smile, “It seems fate was set long ago.”
Fu’s father stepped forward to stand beside his wife, nodding gravely to Qiao Xi, his stern face softening with a rare gentle smile.
Faced with such sudden acceptance from his closest kin, Qiao Xi’s heart, just calmed, began to race once more.
She quickly bowed, overwhelmed yet sincere, “Hello, Uncle, Aunt…”
“Still calling us Uncle and Aunt?”
Fu’s mother interrupted with a smile, her tone reproachful but full of maternal affection, “Time to change how you address us.”
Qiao Xi’s cheeks reddened instantly, instinctively looking to Fu Yancheng.
He smiled encouragingly, nodding to her.
She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and softly but clearly called, “Dad, Mom.”
“Ah, good child!”
Fu’s mother replied joyfully, her smile lines deepening with satisfaction.
Fu’s father’s smile grew more pronounced.

Fu Qinghuan chimed in cheerfully, “Don’t forget me, Sister-in-law! Just call me Qinghuan!”
Fu’s father took a modest sandalwood box from his suit pocket, its corners worn, bearing the marks of time.
Without looking at his son, he handed the box straight to Qiao Xi, “Child.”
“This gift is passed down to the Fu family’s daughters-in-law. Your mother and I agreed it is time for you to have it.”
Qiao Xi instinctively received it with both hands, a little anxious.
Inside lay not the expected jade bracelet or lavish jewelry, but an ancient, simple seal.
“This is the Fu family’s seal, representing the entire Fu Group, and is our betrothal gift to you.”
Fu’s father looked at her with deep, earnest eyes, his voice filled with trust.
“The Fu family’s business is vast now. We hope you and Yancheng can work together to lead us further and steadier.”
“Dad… this is too precious, I can’t…”
Qiao Xi was deeply moved, hastily declining.
Fu Yancheng stepped in, “Since it’s from Mom and Dad, you should accept it.”
Fu’s mother smiled warmly, “Child, take it. It’s our heartfelt wish.”
With tears in her eyes, Qiao Xi carefully closed the lid, cradling the box to her chest, and bowed deeply to Fu’s father and mother.
“Dad, Mom, thank you for your trust. I will cherish this, and never fail this responsibility.”
Fu’s father gave a rare smile, Fu’s mother patted her hand in comfort.

At that moment,
Zhou Ze, unable to contain his excitement, hurried through the crowd, respectfully handing a report to Fu Yancheng, his voice trembling with joy, “President Fu! The urgent blood test results just arrived from the hospital…”
“Madam is pregnant!”
Fu Yancheng was stunned, snatching up the report, his hands shaking.
He quickly scanned the data, overwhelming joy flooding his usually composed features.
He pulled the bewildered Qiao Xi into a tight embrace, laughing with exhilaration, “Xi Xi… we’re going to have a child!”