Chapter 186 Don’t Tell Her

Intermittent vomiting sounds were heard, and Liang Chihui stopped and looked down from the second floor.

He Sang ran into the guest bathroom. The door was not closed. From his angle, her side was exposed. She was lying on the sink, her wrists supporting the edge. The veins were bulging due to the force.

The flow of water covered the sound of gargling. She leaned softly against the door. The light in the guest bathroom was between yellow and white. Crystal clear water droplets splashed on her long skirt, creating shimmering water light. She had a broken and stubborn beauty.

He Sang breathed a sigh of relief, inadvertently turned his head, and met Liang Chihui's gaze.

In just a moment, she straightened her back.

His gaze was so intense, and after the intensity, there was an extreme and profound calmness.

It was so profound that He Sang's hands and feet felt numb, and they were throbbing and beating wildly in his gaze.

"You don't feel well?" Liang Jishen rushed into the bathroom and hugged her, "Are you pregnant?"

He wiped the water stains from his chin and asked, "Come by what date?"

"Number 20."

"Tomorrow is the 20th, right?"

"No."

Liang Jishen laughed, "Are you really making me anxious?"

He Sang didn't find it funny at first, but when he smiled, she couldn't help laughing too, "It's just not accurate, and the amount is small."

"quantity?"

"Amount of bleeding."

Liang Jishen hummed, "Go to the hospital."

The moment he turned around, Liang Chihui, who was standing on the second floor, took a step back and hid behind the escalator. It was dark there.

He Sang followed Liang Jishen back to the restaurant. Sister Fang handed him a windbreaker and said, "Miss He should be pregnant."

Ji Xilan glanced at her and asked, "Did you vomit a lot?"

"Didn't you hear her vomiting? She was so sick, yet she still went to the kitchen to cook medicinal food. I don't even have her filial piety. How could you bear to be so unkind to her?" Liang Jishen put on his windbreaker and told Sister Fang to get Ji Xilan's coat, "I want a new one."

Fang Jie picked out four pieces, two thick and two thin. Ji Xilan looked well-maintained, but she was getting older, fifty-one. A color that was too fresh wasn't dignified, and it was more mature. The style was also a flamboyant, ladylike style. Liang Jishen patiently coaxed He Sang, "You like emerald green? You're fair-skinned, and it looks good on you."

He Sangwen said amiably, "Mrs. Liang... Mother's clothes are all beautiful."

Liang Jishen turned around and said, "Your daughter-in-law is praising you."

Ji Xilan curled the corners of her mouth and said, "The light purple one, it goes perfectly with the white skirt."

Liang Jishen compared clothes with He Sang and said, "Your taste is better than mine. When He Sang accompanies you shopping in the future, please teach her about aesthetic taste." He dressed He Sang himself and said, "I'll pay."

"It's not easy." Liang Jishen mediated, and Ji Xilan's anger subsided a lot. "How could you pay for me to go shopping?"

"Didn't I pay for the three million you spent on a bag last time?"

"You bought another bag?" Liang Yanzhang pointed at the cloakroom. "You don't even carry one. There's a wall of bags. I went in to look for a briefcase, and boom, they all fell, burying me underneath."

"As for the new Hermès models, there are three people in the Beijing circle who have them. Mrs. Zhou has one, Mrs. Lin has one, and I don't have one? How can I lead the group of wives? Once my consumption is downgraded, it will be a loss of face for the Liang family." Ji Xilan glared at Liang Jishen fiercely.

"All my savings are used to support you," Liang Yanzhang said, frustrated. "Every time the second son goes back to see Wen Ji, she gives him money. For the second son's birthday last year, Wen Ji bought him a Bentley. What did you buy for the third son's birthday?"

Ji Xilan felt guilty and said nothing.

Liang Jishen smiled, "My mother is glamorous, and my father and I also have face." He pushed He Sang to the front, "Isn't that right?"

He Sang looked particularly fresh and clear in purple. She agreed, "Yes."

Liang Jishen's smile became more distinct.

Sister Fang turned on the night light in the courtyard and watched them get into the car.

Ji Xilan lost her momentum. "If He Sang is really pregnant, the third brother will definitely marry her."

"Why do you always mess with the Third Brother? When have you ever taken advantage of him?" Liang Yanzhang said helplessly. "He used to be in charge of reconnaissance and interrogation, getting information, setting traps, and psychological warfare. He's the best at it."

Ji Xilan stirred the medicinal food in the bowl with a spoon. "I didn't show any mercy to the Song girl either. Although the third brother was on her side, he didn't go too far and mostly listened to me. When it came to He Sang's turn, he changed drastically."

Liang Yanzhang picked up some food for her and said, "So don't make things difficult for He Sang. Why bother to offend the Third Brother?"

"You seem to pity He Sang." Ji Xilan stared at him.

He put down his chopsticks and said, "I don't have any idea at all now. Don't mention it in front of the third brother."

The affiliated hospital was 30 kilometers away from the old house, and it was the evening rush hour. The car arrived at the outpatient department at 7:30, half an hour later than expected.

The doctor on duty tonight is Liang Jishen’s acquaintance, Lao Du.

The test results were expedited, and the nurse sent them to the clinic. Lao Du glanced at them and said, "No, I'm not pregnant."

Liang Jishen frowned, "Not pregnant?"

Lao Du shook his head. "High levels of anxiety, stress, and irregular sleep and diet can cause nervous vomiting, which is very similar to the symptoms of pregnancy."

The disaster at Puhua Temple, the mudslide in Wanxi County, and the detention and investigation, this series of unexpected tortures almost broke He Sang.

She subconsciously looked at Liang Jishen.

The man flipped through the test results with a serious expression.

Lao Du was tapping away on his computer keyboard. "Do you want an IV drip? To help with dizziness and vomiting."

Liang Jishen closed the list and said, "Hang up a bottle." He squatted down and held He Sang's hand. "Do you still want to vomit?"

She didn't miss any of his expressions, not even the slightest fluctuation. Her hands trembled slightly, "Are you disappointed?"

"Why are you disappointed?"

"Mrs. Liang also thought I was pregnant with my eldest grandson."

The more aggrieved He Sang seemed, the cuter she became. The man laughed, "I'll explain to her." He paused, "You're young, what are you worried about? I'm worried that men's quality plummets after they turn thirty."

Old Du was also amused. "Mr. Liang, the ruthless and unromantic Third Master, is actually like this behind the scenes?"

Liang Jishen stood up and asked, "What?"

"He's very affectionate towards women."

"Nonsense." He straightened the folds of his shirt. "It's troublesome when I'm affectionate towards men."

While the nurse was inserting an injection in the infusion room, Lao Du called out to him from outside, "Ji Shen, come here."

His heart sank and he strode after him.

Re-entering the clinic, Lao Du put on his glasses and said, "Your girlfriend, right?"

Liang Jishen corrected, "The future wife, we'll get the marriage certificate next week."

"What's her occupation?"

"A theater actor."

"On a diet?"

Liang Jishen had a rough idea. "Just tell me straight."

"Your wife has endocrine disorders and anemia. Most importantly, she has a severely weak constitution, which makes it difficult for her to conceive."

The man stared at the light spots cast on the table, and there was a faint wave of emotion in his eyes, but it was silent.

After a long while, he raised his eyes and asked, "Can it be adjusted?"

"You can, but I can't guarantee how long it will take to get pregnant." Lao Du wrote a note. "Go to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine and see Director Yu. He was promoted to vice president in 2009 and no longer sees patients. He and I were classmates back then, so he'll make an exception for me."

Liang Jishen took the note and said, "Don't tell my wife."