Fu Xici's face darkened with anger. "You're sharp-tongued and sullen. You deserve it, no one likes a woman like you."
"No one likes me? Sorry, my husband loves me dearly. He's nothing like a wimp like you. We're so affectionate every night."
I deliberately exposed the marks on my neck. "See? How much my husband loves me! He does it seven times a night without stopping!"
Clearly, the marks irritated Fu Xici, and he flew into a rage. "You used to never even let me touch your hand, and now you're doing it with another man. You..."
"What about her?" A cold male voice echoed.
At the end of the corridor, Lu Yanchen slowly approached in his wheelchair, and my face flushed.
So, he didn't hear what I just said, did he?
I wished I could dig my way through the cracks in the ground with my toes, not even daring to look Lu Yanchen in the eye. Fu Xici was clearly afraid of him. Even though Lu Yanchen was sitting, he instantly outshone Lu Yanchen.
"Mr. Lu, what a coincidence?"
Lu Yanchen's powerful aura pressed down on me. "Why, are you so concerned about our relationship?"
"I, I was just saying it casually. My fiancée is waiting for me. I'll be leaving now. I won't bother you anymore."
I didn't know if Lu Yanchen had done anything to Fu Xici secretly, but the moment he saw Lu Yanchen, he was like a mouse at the sight of a cat, running away without even a second to run.
In a flash, almost everyone had left, leaving only Lu Yanchen and me.
Mom was still in the ultrasound room getting an examination. Jiang Qing had followed in, and surprisingly, he hadn't been kicked out yet. I sat down on a chair in the hallway, my face flushed to my ears. I stared at my fingers and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I was a little worried, so I came up to check on you. If I hadn't come up, you wouldn't have known how powerful I am to you."
Hearing his teasing voice, I quickly raised my head and waved, "Don't get me wrong, I was just kidding."
Lu Yanchen raised his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from my cheek behind my ear. His voice was so quiet that only the two of us could hear.
"Do you want to try?"
I blinked. "Try what?"
Lu Yanchen leaned forward, his breath against my ear, and whispered, "Maybe I really can do it seven times a night."
My face flushed so deeply that I didn't even notice a hint of pouting in my voice: "Yanchen..."
In my mind, Lu Yanchen was always serious and stern. Every time I saw him, it was like seeing the Black Impermanence, too daring to even breathe. I never knew he was such a person in private, someone who would joke with me like that. Just then, the door opened, and Jiang Qing, supporting my mother, emerged. She looked at me and Lu Yanchen with a heavy heart.
Lu Yanchen and I were now in an intimate position, like mandarin ducks embracing each other. I quickly pushed past him and walked towards my mother.
"Mom, how are you? What happened?"
Jiang Qing's face was a beaming smile, and he placed his hand on my shoulder. "Wanwan, you're about to have a baby."
My heart sank.
Why now, when Mom was about to break free from his hesitation period, she's pregnant!
I took the report and took a look. The baby was already eight weeks old.
That meant they were pregnant before returning home. My memories of that part are hazy.
My impression is that Mom and Jiang Qing didn't interact privately except for the occasional visits to the Jiang family during the holidays.
Around eight weeks, how miraculous!
That was around the time of my death.
It felt as if a thread somehow connected these seemingly unlikely events. "A new member of our family is coming soon. Aren't you happy?" I rolled my eyes at Jiang Qing. "I'm not looking forward to your child at all."
Jiang Qing was about to scold me, but seeing Lu Yanchen standing beside him, he held back. "I know you hate me, but the Jiang family can't be without a successor. If your mother can give me an heir, I..."
I didn't bother to pay attention to him and supported my mother. "I'll take you home. We'll work it out."
Deep down, my mother was a little girl. She was only eighteen back then!
That was the age of a flower, yet she was forced into a wedding car, forced into motherhood and wifehood.
For years, she hadn't received love from her husband or understanding from her family.
She even had to worry about her daughter, who was suffering from depression.
She had walked alone in the darkness for so long, and now that she knew she was pregnant, she must be in a state of panic.
I couldn't leave at this moment.
"It's late. You and Yanchen should go back first."
Lu Yanchen looked at me. Although he didn't say anything, I had the feeling he wanted me to go back with him. "Yanchen, I want to stay with Mom tonight."
"Okay." He didn't refuse. He was as tolerant as the ocean.
I parted ways with him, and the first thing I did after getting in the car was send him a message.
[Jiang Zhi will definitely not give up and will find a way to attack Su Ning'an. Although this knife is blunt, she might be able to lead to the person behind Su Ning'an. Find someone to keep an eye on her.]
Just like flies, they're not deadly, but everyone hates them and uses insect repellent, electric mosquito swatters, and other methods to eliminate them.
Su Ning'an is pregnant and in the Fu family. She doesn't dare touch me, so how could she not dare touch Jiang Zhi?
As for Lu Yanchen and I, we just have to wait for this clue to appear. Then we can follow it up.
Lu Yanchen replied quickly.
[Okay, anything else you want to tell me?]
I thought about it carefully.
[It's windy tonight. Remember to have Shen Ji close the windows.]
He didn't reply after that. Before the car started, I saw a familiar figure hurriedly running toward the hospital.
My mother opened the car door and got out, under Jiang Qing's gaze.
I'd met that man once before: Uncle Rong Huaixu, who had appeared at the previous dinner.
He was the same age as my mother, and the ex-boyfriend who had forced her to break up.
But my mother only stopped three steps away. Rong Huaixu asked with concern, "How are you? Are you hurt? Why are you in the hospital?"
My mother just stared at him, her lips trembling.
My mother's slender figure looked so fragile in the blizzard. She was flustered, unsure how to answer: "I..."
Jiang Qing walked over to my mother's side, put his arm around her waist, "My wife is pregnant."
The tears that my mother had been holding back for so long now flowed down her pointed chin and fell to her feet, the scalding tears creating small dimples of varying depths in the snow. Uncle Rong found his voice again, a forced smile playing on his lips. "Pregnant? Then... congratulations."
Uncle Rong's hand curled tightly, veins etched across the back of his hand.
The moment he hid his right hand behind his back, I saw blood dripping from his fingertips into the snow.
One drop, two drops, like a red plum weeping blood.
Jiang Qing wore a triumphant smile. "Mr. Rong truly cares about my wife. I rushed to the hospital the moment I received the call. But you heard it, she's pregnant, and it's my child. Stay away from her from now on."
He was so mean! He deliberately notified his rival.
My mother was furious. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. "Jiang Qing, you bastard!"