Gu Shilan nodded. “Zhang Qian, you can go back first.”
“Alright, President Gu.” Then, considerately, he closed the door for the president and the future president’s wife.
Although he knew President Gu couldn’t do anything right now.
Gu Shilan’s slender fingers held a porcelain-white soup spoon as he ladled chicken soup into a small bowl.
The rich aroma immediately spread, paired with green scallions, it was quite appetizing.
However, Jiang Wan, sitting at the dining table, felt a wave of nausea in her stomach and couldn’t help but retch.
Covering her mouth, she ran to the bathroom, leaning against the sink, her thin body trembling uncontrollably.
Gu Shilan hurried over, patting her back, a look of concern rising in his eyes.
“Feeling better?” he asked anxiously. “Should we call a doctor?”
After spitting out some stomach acid, Jiang Wan felt much better. She straightened up, still looking weak, and said, “It’s fine, just normal morning sickness. I feel much better after throwing up.”
Yesterday, Gu Shilan had also learned a lot about pregnancy from the internet and knew that such symptoms were common in the early stages.
He carefully observed Jiang Wan. After vomiting, she had indeed calmed down, which eased his worries slightly.
He helped Jiang Wan back to the room, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to her. “Drink some water. Your stomach is empty now, otherwise, the stomach acid will irritate the gastric mucosa.”
“Thank you.” Jiang Wan took the cup, sipping the warm water quietly and obediently.
Gu Shilan added with concern, “If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me.”
Jiang Wan lowered her slightly pale face, couldn’t help but glance at her flat abdomen, and said with tightly pursed lips, “It’ll be better after today.”
A complex emotion flashed in Gu Shilan’s eyes, but he quickly hid it. Looking at the untouched chicken soup, he said, “Is it the smell that you can’t stand?”
“I can’t handle greasy smells, Uncle Gu. I’m sorry…”
“It’s normal not to be able to eat. No need to apologize.”
Gu Shilan thought for a moment and immediately called the caregiver. Soon, the caregiver brought in some plain porridge and side dishes.
“Wanwan, have some porridge and side dishes.” Gu Shilan quickly set out the food. “You haven’t eaten anything since morning. That’s not good.”
Perhaps because the food was light and refreshing, Jiang Wan took a few bites without triggering any morning sickness. Gu Shilan finally felt relieved.
After saying a few words to Jiang Wan, he went to the dean’s office.
Taking the elevator to the top floor, as soon as Gu Shilan opened the door, a figure suddenly stood up from the sofa inside.
“Shi Lan, you really can’t judge a book by its cover.” He Boyan walked over, patting Gu Shilan’s shoulder, and said with a raised eyebrow, “You’ve been so quiet about it, and now you’ve got two on the way. I always thought you weren’t interested in women, but it turns out you were just quietly working behind the scenes. The old lady is going to be over the moon when she finds out.”
He Boyan was also from one of Hua City’s wealthy families. This hospital was under his family’s ownership, though it still couldn’t compare to the Gu family’s influence.
The two had been childhood friends, so He Boyan knew Gu Shilan very well.
When he received Gu Shilan’s call last night, he was nearly shocked out of his wits.
Gu Shilan actually had a child.
After all, his friend had been “preserving his purity” for thirty years like clockwork.
No woman could ever get close to him.
Last time at a club for business entertainment, there was a hostess there—fair-skinned, buxom, and beautiful.
Seeing Gu Shilan’s noble demeanor and handsome appearance,
she boldly approached, wanting to spend a passionate night with him.
But as soon as she swayed her slender waist and took a step in his direction,
Gu Shilan’s icy gaze swept over her.
The young beauty trembled in fear and immediately fled as if running for her life, not even caring about the other big shots in the room.
Thus, rumors spread outside that Gu Shilan might prefer men, which was why he showed no interest in women.
In fact, He Boyan thought this was nonsense.
If Gu Shilan liked men, why wouldn’t he be interested in someone as handsome as himself?
So he vaguely suspected that Gu Shilan might have some unspeakable difficulty, like being unable to stand up or something…
“It seems I guessed wrong too,” He Boyan sighed. “You’re not incapable—you’re just too capable.”
It was practically a one-shot success.
“Enough nonsense,” Gu Shilan had long been immune to his wild talk and said expressionlessly, “What are the test results?”
He Boyan pursed his lips, thinking how utterly boring he was, and wondering what kind of woman could possibly tolerate him.
The hospital director had been sitting on pins and needles, afraid the two might discuss something he shouldn’t hear. Seeing He Boyan signal to him, he inwardly wiped away a sweat.
He picked up a few report sheets from the desk and handed them to Gu Shilan, smiling as he said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Gu. Both the mother and the child are doing well.”
Gu Shilan lowered his head to look at the shadowy shape on the ultrasound, gently tracing it with his finger.
“You can already see the fetal bud,” He Boyan leaned in to explain. “It’s already six weeks along.”
He Boyan was a medical doctor. Although his specialization wasn’t obstetrics and gynecology, he was still knowledgeable in this area.
“Have you made your decision?” he asked Gu Shilan.
Gu Shilan nodded without speaking.
“Alright, I’ll have Director Li go over.”
When Gu Shilan returned to the ward, Jiang Wan had already finished breakfast, and the caregiver was cleaning up.
She greeted him as Mr. Gu before leaving.
Jiang Wan came out of the bathroom, wiping her damp hands, and said with a smile, “Uncle Gu, you’re done with your call.”
Earlier, Gu Shilan had told her he needed to make a call about some company matters.
“Hmm,” Gu Shilan gave a slight nod, walking over to help her sit on the sofa. He lowered his voice and said, “Wanwan, are you really sure about terminating the pregnancy?”
Jiang Wan looked into Gu Shilan’s eyes, deep and unfathomable, unable to discern his emotions.
But somehow, she sensed a hint of reluctance in his tone.
After a long silence, Jiang Wan said, “…I’m sorry, Uncle Gu.”
With just those six short words, Gu Shilan understood.
His eyes darkened, concealing his emotions beneath them, but his tone carried a note of apology: “Wanwan, you don’t need to apologize to me. It’s me…”
Before Gu Shilan could finish, a knock sounded at the door.
Director Li stood at the doorway, unsure whether to enter or leave. Just as he hesitated, Gu Shilan nodded, signaling him to come in.
“Doctor, how are my test results?” Jiang Wan asked, seeing the stack of papers in his hands—clearly, he was here to inform her of the results.
Director Li sighed inwardly, composed himself, and said with a regretful expression, “Miss Jiang, please try not to get too emotional for now.”
Jiang Wan looked at the scene, feeling a sense of déjà vu, just like in a TV drama. She nervously asked, “Doctor, do I have a terminal illness?”