Haicheng Garden
Shen Mozhou was completely drunk, leaning against Song Wantang's door, his tie askew, his suit wrinkled—nothing like the dignified image of President of Shen Corporation he usually had.
He pounded on the door a few times, his voice hoarse: "Wantang... open the door... let me explain..."
The property management staff awkwardly tried to persuade him: "Mr. Shen, you're disturbing the other residents. Miss Song doesn't live here anymore. You should go back for now."
Shen Mozhou was too drunk to think clearly. "If she's not here, where else could she go? Tomorrow is our wedding! She must be angry. I need to explain to her face to face."
Before he could finish, footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway.
Two police officers in uniform walked over, their expressions stern.
"Who's causing trouble here?"
The property staff quickly stepped forward to explain the situation.
The officers looked at the drunken Shen Mozhou and frowned.
"Sir, someone reported you for disturbing the peace. Please come with us."
Shen Mozhou froze for a moment, then shouted: "Disturbing the peace? What's wrong with me looking for my fiancée? Do you know who I am?"
"No matter who you are, disturbing residents is against the law," the officer said in a tone that left no room for argument. "Take him away."
Soon, Shen Mozhou was taken away.
Finally, peace and quiet.
......
Song Wantang had a good night's sleep.
It had been a long time since she felt this way.
"Madam, are you awake?" Zhang Ma's voice came from outside the door, gentle and respectful.
Song Wantang sat up and replied, "I'm awake."
"Sir told me to let you know that breakfast is ready. The driver is waiting downstairs, and after breakfast we'll go to the hospital."
Song Wantang was taken aback.
Isn't Lu Shaodong going to the company today?
When she finished washing up and came downstairs, she found Lu Shaodong sitting at the dining table looking at his phone.
Today he wore a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his well-defined wrists.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Song Wantang nodded. "Pretty well."
"That's good." He put down his phone. "Come eat breakfast."
Song Wantang sat down and began to eat.
"Mommy! Daddy is so gentle!" Little Dumpling's voice rang out, full of happiness.
Song Wantang paused, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.
Gentle?
Lu Shaodong?
Somehow that didn't seem to fit.
Song Wantang lowered her head and started drinking her porridge.
Lu Shaodong glanced at her, a hint of satisfaction curling the corner of his mouth.
......
After breakfast, the two got into the car.
The car drove out of the villa area and merged into traffic.
The car stopped in front of an upscale private hospital.
When Song Wantang got out of the car, she saw the sign at the hospital entrance that read "Ren'ai Hospital."
It was the best private obstetrics and gynecology hospital in the capital, and it was said that just the registration fee alone was six figures.
Lu Shaodong walked beside her. "Let's go. I've made the appointment."
Song Wantang nodded and followed him inside.
As soon as they entered the lobby, a middle-aged woman in a white coat came up to them with a beaming smile: "Mr. Lu, you're here. This must be Madam? Hello, I'm Chen Min, the head of obstetrics."
Song Wantang nodded politely: "Hello, Director Chen."
"Madam is really beautiful," Chen Min said with a smile, then led them inside. "This way, please. I've arranged everything."
The prenatal checkup went smoothly.
Blood draw, ultrasound, electrocardiogram—every item had a dedicated guide, and there was no need to wait in line.
During the ultrasound, Song Wantang was a little nervous. "Doctor, how is it?"
Chen Min smiled. "The development is very good. The size matches the gestational week, and the heartbeat is strong."
Song Wantang looked at the blurry little bright spot, and suddenly her eyes felt warm.
That was her child.
"Mommy! I saw myself!" Little Dumpling's voice was excited. "I look so cute! Even though I look like a little bean right now!"
Song Wantang smiled, her heart racing with excitement.
"Mr. Lu, would you like to take a look?" Chen Min turned and asked Lu Shaodong, who was standing nearby.
Lu Shaodong walked over, his eyes fixed on the screen.
"It looks good," he said, his voice a little lower than usual.
Song Wantang looked at him and suddenly felt that this man might not be as cold as he appeared on the surface.
After the prenatal checkup, Lu Shaodong's phone rang—something urgent at the company.
"Go ahead and take care of it. I'll take a cab back myself," Song Wantang said.
She had been planning to take Little Dumpling to the mall anyway.
"Take care, and contact me if anything comes up," Lu Shaodong instructed.
Song Wantang nodded. "Okay."
After Lu Shaodong left, Song Wantang also planned to browse the nearby mall.
It was the largest mall in the capital.
Song Wantang intended to buy some loose-fitting clothes.
She went straight to the brand she usually shopped at. She didn't favor big-name labels; she liked niche brands with novel designs that were also durable.
Just as Song Wantang was picking out clothes, two figures happened to pass by.
Upon seeing that it was Song Wantang, Song Yurou spoke in an exaggerated tone: "Sister, it really is you? I thought I was seeing things! Why are you buying clothes at such a small brand?"
Song Yurou deliberately raised her voice, drawing the attention of several nearby customers.
Song Wantang looked up and gave her a calm, unhurried glance.
What a small world.
She must not have checked the almanac before going out today, because she stepped in dog poop.
With Jing City being so big, she had to run into Song Yurou.
Song Yurou wore a goose-yellow dress today, with delicate makeup and an air of flamboyance all over.
Seeing that Song Wantang didn't respond, Song Yurou thought she was feeling guilty and became even more relentless.
She stepped forward on her high heels. "Sister, I'm just concerned about you. You've managed to latch onto President Lu, and yet you come shopping for clothes that cost a few hundred bucks. Aren't you afraid of embarrassing the Lu family if word gets out?"
As she spoke, she reached out and picked up the price tag of a garment, clicking her tongue twice: "Only eight hundred bucks? Sister, that's so cheap!"
She simply couldn't stand Song Wantang.
Even though Song Wantang was wearing a very simple white shirt today, her hair casually tied back, and her face bare, she still had an aloof elegance that was hard to look away from.
Damn it, she had completely outshone Song Yurou's carefully put-together look.
Song Wantang wasn't angry; she just looked at her calmly.
"Are you done?" Song Wantang said in a very flat voice.
Song Yurou was taken aback.
"If you're done, move aside. You're blocking me from picking out clothes."
Song Yurou's face instantly flushed red.
"Mommy, awesome! Piss off that bad woman!" Little Dumpling said gleefully.
Song Wantang couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.
After paying, she walked out of the store carrying her shopping bag. As she passed the two of them, her steps didn't pause at all.
"Sister!"
Song Yurou suddenly called out to her, her voice carrying a hint of unwillingness.
Song Wantang stopped and turned her head.
"Sister, don't celebrate too early. Do you think marrying into the Lu family will solve everything? The Lu family's waters run deep. Can a cast-off like you really stand firm?"
Song Wantang looked at her, then suddenly smiled.
That smile was faint, yet it inexplicably made Song Yurou shiver.
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