16 Second Master, That Girl Is Pregnant
“I… I only have two left. I’ll take the other one when I have my medicine.”
“Medicine? Are you sick? Is it serious?” Si Yuan frowned and asked, one hand gripping Ling Qing Ruan’s wrist.
“Not serious. You… let go of me first.”
Only then did Si Yuan realize he had been too abrupt and quickly released her hand, placing it behind his back. “If anything happens, you can come find me. I’m in the next building, Room 502 on the first floor.”
Gu Qianyan watched the two of them tugging at each other, gritting her teeth in anger, wanting to tear Ling Qing Ruan apart.
“Okay.” Ling Qing Ruan nodded perfunctorily, hugged the rabbit bag in her arms, and turned to leave.
As soon as she returned, a group of people stared at Ling Qing Ruan—some with envy, some with jealousy, and others with hatred.
Wu Xiaomin asked, “Ruan Ruan, how did it go? What did he say to you?”
“Si Yuan is such a strange person. He gave me a beautiful bag. But I’m missing one milk candy… He insisted on taking candy from me.”
Wu Xiaomin looked at her with exasperation.
That’s it? She’s still worried about missing one milk candy? She’s truly hopeless. Who knows how she managed to find such a handsome boyfriend last time.
In the following days, whenever Ling Qing Ruan came to the dance classroom, her seat would always be filled with lots and lots of candy—lollipops, milk candies, all kinds of sweets.
Wu Xiaomin admitted she was envious. Why didn’t anyone give her anything? Their Ruan Ruan was indeed popular.
Platinum Manor.
The study was filled with swirling smoke. White smoke rings gradually dissipated, revealing the man’s ascetic and aloof face. His eyes were very dark, with butterfly-like eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them.
“I told you to keep a close watch. How has she been recently? Has she been eating properly?”
Mu Yun replied respectfully, “Second Master, we’ve been watching closely. She usually eats fine, but she has a liking for snacks.”
“Hmm.” Si Zhanhan’s tone was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.
“By the way, Second Master, I heard that someone at Imperial University has been relentlessly pursuing Miss Ling. They confessed to her publicly, and I heard it even got posted online. Miss Ling is really popular.”
As soon as Mu Yun finished speaking, he felt a chill in the air. Looking up, he saw Si Zhanhan’s face darken like water. The cigarette between his fingers was crushed out.
“Who?”
“I’m not sure about that. You only asked us to monitor her eating habits, not these matters. Should I go investigate tomorrow?”
Si Zhanhan narrowed his eyes. “No need.”
It’s better not to disturb her.
But for some reason, he felt restless.
“Get out.”
Mu Yun quickly slipped out, afraid that Second Master might lose his temper, and closed the door behind him.
He truly couldn’t understand what Second Master was thinking. If he liked that woman, why not just bring her to his side?
If he didn’t like her, why have them watch her every day?
He really didn’t get it…
Si Zhanhan picked up his phone. The message he had sent the girl last time still hadn’t been replied to. Was she annoyed with him? Or… never mind.
“Ugh…”
Ling Qing Ruan rushed into the bathroom again to vomit. It had been getting worse these past few days—she threw up every time she ate.
“Ruan Ruan, what’s going on with you? You’re vomiting so badly. I’ve heard that only pregnant women vomit this severely.”
As soon as Wu Xiaomin finished speaking, Ling Qing Ruan’s face turned pale. Pregnant…
Could she be pregnant? Her period hadn’t come for two months, and she hadn’t paid much attention, thinking it was just menstrual irregularity caused by her poor eating habits.
Impossible, it couldn’t be. Just that one night.
Ling Qing Ruan tried to convince herself inwardly, but tears streamed down her cheeks again. Wu Xiaomin, thinking Ling Qing Ruan was ill, quickly scooped her up and rushed outside.
Wu Xiaomin was tall and strong, effortlessly carrying Ling Qing Ruan.
“Xiaomin, what are you doing? Put me down!”
“Ruan Ruan, my dear, you’re sick. I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“I’m not sick. It might just be a stomachache from eating something bad. Xiaomin, don’t worry. I’ll be fine after resting for a couple of days,” Ling Qing Ruan said guiltily.
“Really?”
Wu Xiaomin was half-convinced. Ruan Ruan had been experiencing nausea and dry heaving these past few days. If she didn’t know Ruan Ruan’s character well, she would have thought she was pregnant.
“Mhm.”
Ling Qing Ruan felt restless and uneasy, clutching her stomach. What if she really was pregnant? Was there truly a little baby inside her?
What should she do…
Ling Qing Ruan didn’t sleep a wink that night. The next day, she was listless and in poor spirits, constantly feeling nauseous and dry heaving. She finally made it to the weekend.
Taking advantage of her trip back home, Ling Qing Ruan secretly went to a pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test.
Staring at the two red lines before her, Ling Qing Ruan felt as if she had been plunged into an icy abyss. She really was pregnant…
It was Si Zhanhan’s child.
Ling Qing Ruan curled up in the bushes, hugging her pitiful self with both arms. In the last moment before she closed her eyes, she seemed to vaguely see a man’s handsome face.
“Little girl?”
Si Zhanhan’s tall figure appeared, dressed in black, his legs long and slender. He reached into the bushes and carefully lifted Ling Qing Ruan out, holding her gently and pressing his forehead against hers.
She was burning up.
“Mu Yun, to the hospital, now!”
Si Zhanhan, usually restrained, aloof, and composed, was rarely this panicked.
Mu Yun had no idea what was going on—why this woman was hiding here and why Second Master was acting as if he’d gone mad. He didn’t dare ask any questions and drove at top speed, racing straight to the hospital.
Ling Qing Ruan was taken to the examination room, while Si Zhanhan paced back and forth outside the door, his polished black leather shoes never still for a moment.
After about half an hour, the door finally opened. Ji Linchen emerged in a white lab coat, his expression serious.
Si Zhanhan immediately asked, “How is she?”
“Physically, she’s fine. She has a slight fever, probably from catching a chill. But the most important thing is…” Ji Linchen paused slightly and looked at Si Zhanhan.
“Second Master, that little girl is pregnant.”
Si Zhanhan froze, rooted to the spot.
Even more shocked than Si Zhanhan were Mu Yun and Mu Yu, their eyes wide as saucers.
Pregnant? Just from that one night? Truly, their Second Master.
“The baby is already two months along. It’s yours. What do you plan to do?” Ji Linchen lifted his gaze and asked.
Si Zhanhan’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low. “My child must be born.”
“And what about the little girl? I heard she’s still in university. Are you sure you want her to stay home and have your baby?”
“I…”
Si Zhanhan hesitated, unable to finish his sentence. He knew he was being selfish—he should have asked the little girl for her opinion. But this was his first child; how could he bear to let it be taken away?
“She’s about to wake up. You should go in first and discuss it with her. After all, it’s the young lady who’s having the baby, and she’s only eighteen or nineteen.”
Ji Linchen looked at him as if he were a beast, though he too hoped this child would stay. Second Master had never had a girlfriend before—approaching thirty—and this was his first child.