The next day, when Xu Chengyi was changing clothes, she noticed a bruise on her waist.
Only then did she remember that yesterday, while eavesdropping on gossip, she had bumped into the kitchen island.
Against her fair skin, the bruise was especially eye-catching.
“This Song family is bad luck for me.” She couldn’t help but grumble, then put on her clothes.
That day, as she headed to class, she was about to share the gossip with her best friend when she received a message from Lin Rui asking for leave: [I can’t make it for the next couple of days.]
She remembered Lin Rui’s menstrual cycle and replied: [Get some rest.]
So you could skip social obligations during your period.
Just as she was regretting having missed out on that excuse, it suddenly hit her—since marrying into the Song family, she hadn’t had her period.
It was a week and a half late.
She fell into deep thought. Kissing shouldn’t cause pregnancy, right?
She searched for the answer: No.
Only then did she relax.
This Song family really was bad luck for her—ever since marrying in, her period had stopped.
She could live without having children, but she couldn’t live without her period.
So, halfway to Taohuayuan, she told the driver, “Turn around. Take me to the hospital.”
The driver was puzzled. “Second Young Madam, are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
Xu Chengyi smiled faintly. “Nothing much, I just want to get a check-up.”
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and immediately understood. “Very well.”
He asked one more question, “Have you booked a doctor? Do you need me to call the housekeeper to make an appointment for you?”
“No, that’s not necessary.” She said.
Then she added, “No need to tell them. I just want to get a check-up.”
The driver nodded blankly and asked instinctively, “Then, the Song Group’s hospital, or…”
Xu Chengyi hadn’t expected the Song family’s business empire to be so vast that they even owned hospitals. She quickly said, “No need. Any public hospital will do.”
“Very well.”
Although Meng Aoshuang didn’t think highly of her, she was quite generous with spending money—five million a month was like five hundred to her, handed over without a second thought, as if afraid Xu Chengyi would embarrass the Song family in public.
When people get rich, they tend to forget their roots. For her registration and check-up, Xu Chengyi didn’t even use her medical insurance card for reimbursement, and even asked the doctor to add more examination items.
The doctor had never heard such a request before, but still said responsibly, “If nothing hurts or itches, there’s no need.”
Xu Chengyi finished the check-up and took the results back.
The doctor looked at the report, then at her, and snorted, “Staying up late?”
Xu Chengyi smiled awkwardly. “Occasionally.”
“I can tell you’ve been doing it a lot. The check-up shows no problems—you’re very healthy. Just stay up less, avoid cold foods, manage your emotions, and don’t bottle things up.”
Xu Chengyi took back the report. “Thank you, doctor.”
It wasn’t anything serious. Xu Chengyi walked out of the consultation room with a smile when the overhead announcement rang out: “Patient number 047, Ling Zhu, please proceed to Consultation Room 2.”
That name made Xu Chengyi stop in her tracks.
She looked over and saw a woman wrapped up tightly, hurriedly hanging up a phone call and getting to her feet.
The woman was wearing high heels, holding a Hermès in one hand and clutching a check-up report and phone in the other, flustered and fumbling.
As she brushed past Xu Chengyi, her things clattered to the floor.
The two suddenly locked eyes.
Xu Chengyi lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the report on the ground.
The ultrasound result column clearly read: Early pregnancy, approximately 6 weeks.
Ling Zhu frantically picked up the report from the floor and hurried into the consultation room on her high heels.
Xu Chengyi stood there, unable to snap out of it for a long while.
When she got home, she saw Song Wenzhou out in the yard again, snatching work from the gardener, covered in mud and water stains. She pressed her hand to her forehead.
He was about to have another “little uncle” fighting over the family inheritance, and he was still out here playing in the dirt.
When Song Wenzhou saw her return, he put down the hose and strode over to her in two or three steps. “You’re back.”
Xu Chengyi’s gaze unconsciously drifted over him.
His white long-sleeved shirt was soaked with water, the lines of his muscles faintly visible through the fabric. At over 185 centimeters tall, with a sharply defined handsome face, he radiated raw sex appeal and a palpable sense of masculine energy.
But he wasn’t some rough man you could lure over with a crooked finger—he was a young master raised in luxury. Even with his mind damaged, his innate bearing carried an air of refinement.
She swallowed lightly, completely forgetting the gossip she’d seen at the hospital just now. All that remained was her craving for the man’s abs.
“Song Wenzhou, your clothes are wet. Take them off quickly, or you’ll catch a cold.” She said with ill intent.
Song Wenzhou patted his shirt. “No need. They’ll dry in a bit.”
Xu Chengyi didn’t hear a single word. “No, no, you really should. If you catch a cold, your mother will blame me for not taking care of you. How about I help you take them off…”
Song Wenzhou took two steps back. “What did you come back for?”
Seeing how resistant he was, Xu Chengyi didn’t force him like some hooligan. She withdrew her wandering hand, stretched, and said, “I just went to the hospital. The doctor said I need to rest now.”
Song Wenzhou was taken aback. “Why?”
Xu Chengyi pouted. “It’s all your fault.”
Song Wenzhou was utterly confused. He clearly remembered that they hadn’t…
Xu Chengyi yawned and headed upstairs.
After putting her things down and changing into her pajamas, she quietly pulled open the bedside drawer and found that box of useless condoms.
Song Zhiyu had given them to her over a month ago.
Something crossed her mind, and she tossed the box back into the drawer, shutting it.
What a sin.
Song Wenzhou walked into the bedroom and saw her crouching on the floor, palms pressed together in front of the bedside drawer, muttering to herself like some kind of mystic.
“What… exactly is wrong with you?” he asked.
She jumped, plopping down onto the floor. Seeing it was him, she patted her chest. “Oh my, you scared me to death.”
“Why did you go to the hospital?”
Xu Chengyi scrambled to her feet. “I can’t explain it to you.”
“Why can’t you explain it?”
“I just can’t.”
“How do you know I won’t understand if you don’t tell me?”
A sly grin spread across Xu Chengyi’s face. “Let me feel your abs, and I’ll tell you.”
Song Wenzhou: “…”
“If you don’t want to, forget it—”
The next moment, Song Wenzhou took her hand and pressed it against his abdomen over his clothes.
Xu Chengyi’s face flushed crimson in an instant.
She could talk tough like a hooligan, but when he actually let her touch, she got embarrassed instead.
Damn her sense of shame.
“Is this okay?” Song Wenzhou studied her expression. “Do I need to take my clothes off?”
She cleared her throat and pulled her hand back. “Mm, that’s fine.”
Then she pulled the examination report out of her bag. “Here, see for yourself.”
Realizing he probably couldn’t read it, she explained, “It’s just that my period was late for a long time, so I went to the hospital for a check-up. You know what a period is, right?”
Song Wenzhou glanced over the report and nodded. “I know.”
“Good.”
With that, she lay back down on the bed.
She hadn’t been lying down for ten minutes when there was a knock at the door.
It was Ling Zhu.
She invited Ling Zhu inside, wanting to speak but not knowing what to call her.
Ling Zhu smiled. “Just call me Ling Zhu.”
Xu Chengyi nodded. “Mm.”
Ling Zhu sat down, wringing her hands together, silent for a long while as if she didn’t know how to begin.
Xu Chengyi knew why she had come and said, “I won’t tell anyone about running into you at the hospital today.”
Ling Zhu looked at her, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”