Chapter 384 Su Yue is pregnant again?!

Huo Wenxuan stopped in his tracks: "What?"

“I said, bring all the ledgers, contracts, inbound and outbound documents, and foreign exchange settlement certificates from the first day the factory was built here.” Su Yue stood up and straightened her clothes. “Also, go and call Chen Xinyue and have her bring all the formula registrations and technical patent certificates from the laboratory.”

"If we have a clear conscience, we have nothing to fear."

Su Yue walked to the wall and took down the Browning pistol hanging there—it was left to her by Gu Beichen before he went to the Northwest.

She skillfully pulled back the bolt, checked the magazine, and then slammed the gun on the table.

"If Zhao Dezhu dares to cause trouble, I'll let him know whose territory this is."

Huo Wenxuan stared at the dark, gaping gun, his Adam's apple bobbing.

This isn't the delicate factory manager we know; she's clearly a female bandit.

"Yes, sir! I'll go move it right away!" Huo Wenxuan turned and ran, as if he had found his pillar of support.

Half an hour later, the main room of the Gu family's house was transformed into a temporary command post.

The ledgers were piled up like a small mountain.

With Chen Xinyue by her side, the two of them, with four hands, quickly flipped through each page of the vouchers, checking every number.

“Here, for this transaction with the Lin Group, we must attach the export permit from that time.” Su Yue pointed to a line of numbers. “And this, for the advance payment from the French L Group, we need to get a foreign exchange settlement slip from the bank to prove that the money went into the public account and not into our private pockets.”

Chen Xinyue took notes while nodding, her forehead covered in sweat.

"sister in law."

Zhang Huilan, who had been silent all along, came out from the inner room.

He was holding a red address book and wearing reading glasses.

“I just made a few calls to Beijing.” Zhang Huilan placed the contact list on the table, her tone calm. “Your Uncle Li, the vice president of the Academy of Sciences, said that as long as our technology benefits the country and its people, no one can touch it. He has already signed a joint letter with several senior professors, preparing to write an internal report to the higher authorities to protect Blue Ocean.”

Su Yue felt a warmth in her heart.

This is the foundation.

Zhang Huilan usually keeps a low profile, but in critical moments, this network of connections is her talisman.

"Thank you, Mom."

"No need to thank me." Zhang Huilan walked over and patted Su Yue's hand. "Beichen isn't home, so we, mother and daughter, have to take good care of this house for him."

Just as Su Yue was about to speak, her stomach suddenly churned violently.

A wave of acid rushed straight to my throat.

"vomit--"

Su Yue covered her mouth, pushed back her chair, and rushed to the pond in the yard.

I threw up everything I ate for dinner.

It felt like a hand was twisting inside her stomach; the spasmodic pain made it impossible for her to straighten up.

"Yueyue! What's wrong?" Zhang Huilan was frightened and quickly ran over to pat her back. "Did you eat something bad? Or have you been too tired lately?"

Su Yue vomited until her eyes were filled with tears, then waved her hand.

She straightened up and rinsed her mouth with a handful of cool water.

That familiar feeling...

Su Yue's heart skipped a beat.

She was a doctor, and she knew better than anyone what this reaction meant.

She placed her right hand on her left wrist.

The pulse was strong and steady, and there was a smooth, rounded sensation under my fingers, like beads rolling in a plate.

Slippery pulse.

The flow was smooth, like pearls rolling on a plate.

Su Yue froze, water droplets dripping from her chin onto her clothes, soaking a patch.

At this critical juncture?

At this critical moment, surrounded by powerful enemies, with her husband imprisoned and the factory facing life or death.

"Got it?" Zhang Huilan, being an experienced woman herself, exclaimed in surprise as she watched Su Yue's actions.

Su Yue lowered her hand and nodded.

"How...how long has it been?" Zhang Huilan's hands were trembling with excitement.

"About two months." Su Yue calculated the time; it should have been the period before Gu Beichen went to the capital.

This child has come at the worst possible time, yet also at the perfect time.

"Great news! This is fantastic news!" Zhang Huilan clasped her hands together and bowed to the sky. "The Gu family has an heir! If Beichen knew, he would be overjoyed! I'm going to send a telegram to the capital right now..."

"mom!"

Su Yue grabbed Zhang Huilan's arm.

It was very powerful.

Zhang Huilan turned around and saw her daughter-in-law's pale yet unusually determined face.

"We can't tell him."

"Why?" Zhang Huilan asked, puzzled. "Such a joyous occasion..."

"Mom, think about the situation right now." Su Yue took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort in her stomach. "He's already in a difficult situation in Beijing, and Qin Zheng's matter has left him with no time to spare. If he tells me I'm pregnant now, and I'm facing difficulties from the investigation team, what will he do?"

Gu Beichen may seem cold, but he actually has the softest heart.

Once he finds out something has happened at home, he will definitely rush back without hesitation.

Those were deserters.

That's handing a knife to your political enemies.

“He can’t be distracted.” Su Yue touched her still flat stomach. “I’ll fight this battle alone.”

Zhang Huilan looked at Su Yue.

The girl who was usually cheerful and charming was now like a pine tree that had taken root in a storm.

"Can...can you handle it?" Zhang Huilan's eyes reddened.

"I can handle it."

Su Yue turned around and went back to the table, picking up the fountain pen.

“As long as he’s still wearing that military uniform, I can protect this rear area for him. Let alone Zhao Dezhu, even if the Heavenly King himself came, he wouldn’t be able to touch a single hair on the Gu family’s head.”

She lowered her head and signed her name on the counterattack plan.

The pen tip slices through the paper, penetrating its depth.

The sound of the pen tip slicing through the paper was particularly clear in the main room.

As soon as Su Yue finished signing her name, the nausea in her stomach surged up again.

This time it happened so suddenly, there wasn't even a chance to hold back.

She abruptly dropped her pen, pushed back her chair, covered her mouth, and rushed towards the pond in the corner of the yard.

"vomit--"

The acidic liquid, mixed with undigested rice grains from dinner, was all poured out at once.

My stomach felt like it was being squeezed hard with my hands, and it was throbbing with pain.

Zhang Huilan was startled, almost dropping her reading glasses. She hurriedly followed, patting her back to calm her down while muttering, "What are you saying? Was the fish not steamed thoroughly last night? Or did she catch a cold?"

Su Yue vomited until she saw stars, then waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.

She leaned against the edge of the pool, panting heavily. The cold water splashed on her face, causing her pores to contract, which cleared her mind a bit.

Something's not right.

This reaction is all too familiar.

As a doctor, Su Yue has a professional sensitivity to every abnormality in the body.

She straightened up, shook the water droplets off her hands, and placed her right index and middle fingers on the cun-guan-chi position of her left wrist.

The courtyard was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of the wind through the grape leaves.

The pulse under the fingertip beats strongly and has a special smoothness, like a row of round beads sliding across a plate.

The flow was smooth, like pearls rolling on a plate.

The slippery pulse in Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Su Yue stood there stunned, water droplets dripping from her chin onto her clothes, soaking a dark patch.