Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 201 Wayne's Trouble

She had almost reached the door when Hiram called out. She turned and looked at him.

"What's up?" she asked.

Hiram couldn't help laughing. Beckoning her closer, he said, "I heard that the most excellent part of the

proposal was prepared by you." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Not exactly. A few other colleagues also helped, and Daniel revised it after we submitted it to him.

Otherwise, it's impossible for a newcomer like me to work out such an amazing proposal, " Rachel

answered honestly.

"Anyway, you played a critical role. I remember how you had advised us about the construction of B

section when we were in Cliff Mountain. I've told the engineer to keep your advice in the plan." With

that, Hiram pulled Rachel onto his lap.

"We're in the meeting room, " Rachel protested, frowning at him and wondering why he had become so

flirtatious recently. He'd never been intimate with her inside the office building before, except in his

suite.

Hiram smiled. He pinched her face and said, "It's time for lunch, everyone else has gone to the

canteen. Besides, you're my wife, why should we be so cautious in our own company?"

"Huh? It's already lunch time? Shall we go for lunch?" Rachel asked as she stood up, trying to pull him

up.

Since the auction, she'd avoided going to the staff canteen. Instead, she had Hiram's personal chef

cook for her.

She was not worried about her team spreading rumors about her, because she had been acquainted

with them for a long time. But when it came to facing the rest of the company staff, it would be a

different matter. She didn't want to go to the canteen and hear people talking about her, it would only

affect her mood and appetite.

"You little chowhound..." Hiram smiled, then he stood up from his seat and allowed himself to be led out

by her.

When they were outside, he turned his gaze to her belly and asked, "Honey, is your period coming

soon?"

She tried to recall her period cycle.

"Yes, it will come in two days. Wow. How do you remember it so well?" Rachel looked at him,

wondering why a man like him remembered such kind of things so precisely.

"If your period doesn't come in a few days, would that mean that you might be pregnant?" he asked.

Rachel couldn't help laughing. She shook off his hand and teased him, "You're acting like my mom! I

remember you saying that you don't want a baby soon. Why did you change your mind suddenly?"

An imperceptible look crossed his eyes for a moment, and then he smiled gently. "I told you, I want a

daughter. Everyone says that daughters are closer to their fathers. And we'll have a baby sooner or

later, right? Anyway, we still have a long way to go in our lives."

"But having a baby isn't like planting vegetables. It's not like as long as a seed is planted in the field, it

will bloom and bear fruits. There's nothing I can do!" Rachel said resignedly. 'Should I go to a hospital

for a physical examination?' she thought.

'Since Hiram has no fertility problems, could the reason I haven't conceived yet be that I have fertility

problems?'

This question had been haunting her mind for weeks. She was absent-minded throughout lunch, and

felt full after eating just half a bowl of rice.

"Hiram, if I have any physical problems, and it turns out I can't conceive a baby, will your mom still

agree to let us be together?" Rachel asked anxiously.

Hiram put down the chopsticks and answered, "Why are you worrying about such things? There's

nothing wrong. We've been together for only a few months, so it's normal for you not to be pregnant

yet."

"I'm just wondering. If I can't conceive a baby, your parents will definitely separate us, won't they?"

Rachel still wanted to know the answer.

Hiram sighed and smiled at her. "The current technology is so advanced that even if you can't

conceive, there're many other ways to have a baby. Don't worry about it too much, " he said, trying to

comfort her.

"But..."

"You don't have to worry about it. I'll accompany you to the hospital for a physical examination when I'm

free. If there's anything wrong, we can have it treated. If not, you have to stop worrying, okay?"

Hiram kept on talking, knowing that it was the best way to reassure her.

Rachel glanced at him and then lowered her head, picking up a bit of her food with chopsticks

absentmindedly.

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days. Mom asked me to go to XH Village with her. We go there to

visit my dad's grave every year around this time, "

She said.

"Okay!" Hiram nodded. "But you'd better come back by night time, because my dad is returning from

the U.S. for the Mid-Autumn Festival. I was hoping our whole family could spend the night together."

Before Rachel could reply, he continued, "Don't worry, Lydia is not coming back.

It's not important whether she regrets her actions or not. I won't allow her to come back again."

Rachel was glad that he had figured out what she was thinking. She wasn't a narrow-minded person,

but she didn't want to see Lydia again at all.

After work, Rachel's phone rang. She looked at it and found that she was getting a call from Celine.

However, to her surprise, When she picked up the phone, it was Wayne on the other end. He said he

wanted to meet her and talk about something important, so Rachel immediately agreed.

'Why is Wayne calling me from Celine's cell phone instead of his?' she wondered.

When she checked her contacts folder, she found that Wayne had been blacklisted.

'Who did it?' she wondered.

When she met Wayne, she noticed that he looked weary.

"Rachel, since we're friends, I'll be straightforward, " Wayne said, omitting the greetings. He was

exhausted these days.

"What's wrong, Wayne? You look really tired. What happened?" To Rachel's surprise, Wayne didn't look

like himself at all.

The last time she'd seen him, he had looked like a handsome and successful man. Now, he looked as

if he had aged ten years since then.

His face was unshaven and he was wearing a wrinkled shirt that seemed like it hadn't been changed

for quite a few days.

These things reminded Rachel of Patrick, but not in quite the same way. Patrick was born to be

uninhibited. He looked even more manly and confident when he kept his face unshaven and his shirt

untucked.

On the contrary, Wayne had always been neat, so it was difficult to accept his sloppy appearance.

"Hehe, " Wayne took a gulp of cold water and laughed bitterly, "You should ask Mr. Rong what he has

done to me!"

Rachel was shocked. "What do you mean? Wayne, tell me what happened. I know you have something

important to talk to me about."

Wayne took several more gulps of ice water and then slammed the glass on the table. "Mr. Rong cut off

the supply of raw materials to my company, so I've had to suspended production several times. By now,

I have already paid several penalties for breaching the contract, so I have no money to repay the loans.

I... I'm going to go bankrupt soon."

"... What?"

Rachel could hardly believe that Hiram had done such a thing.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it was his style.

"Rachel! I know I made a mistake. Since you're his wife, I shouldn't have done that to you! I couldn't

help loving you, but I realize my mistake now. Now... I have nothing left. After losing all the money I've

earned in these years, I actually owe a lot of money now!"

With that, Wayne covered his eyes with his hand. He didn't want to cry in front of Rachel.

"Rachel, can you ask Mr. Rong to give me a break? Please! I've realized my mistake. I promise I'll

never see you again! I only want my company to go back to normal!"

Wayne pleaded with a lumpy throat.

The situation reminded Rachel of several years ago, when his company had almost gone bankrupt.

In fact, it was quite similar, Because both times, all the troubles had been caused by her.

"Okay. Don't worry. I'll talk to him tonight, and I'll ask him not to trouble you anymore." With that, Rachel

stood up. She took out some money from her wallet and paid the bill.

When she reached the door of the restaurant, she called Hiram.