Zhang Changfeng clenched her fists and decided to just do it. She had nowhere else to go anyway, so she just...

"Aunt, Yan Jing just kissed me and touched me, and said he regretted not marrying me before. He wants me, and I will live in Zhou's house from now on..."

When these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Zhou Yanjing was even more furious, and roared, "Don't talk nonsense, when did I touch you?"

Zhou Yanjing looked at Shen Liwu. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were drooped, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind.

His heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe. He reached out his hand again, and this time, he didn't give her a chance to dodge. He directly grasped her wrist with a gentle but firm force.

"Wuwu," his voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of pleading, "Please believe me, okay?"

Shen Liwu's fingers moved slightly in his palm, as if trying to break free, but stopped powerlessly.

Her eyes finally met his, and those dark pupils were filled with complex emotions - disappointment, pain, and a hint of expectation that she herself could not understand.

She believed Zhou Yanjing, but at this moment, she couldn't say it. The bitterness in her heart blocked her throat, leaving her without any strength.

Suddenly, a feeling of nausea came over her, and Shen Liwu rushed to the corner of the wall and bent down. The intense urge to vomit made her unable to control herself.

The contents of her stomach churned and rose up, and her fingers dug into the wall so tightly that her nails almost dug into the mud. The sourness in her throat made her cough continuously and her tears flowed uncontrollably.

She vomited all over the place.

Zhou Yanjing's heart sank suddenly. He rushed to her side, put his palm on her back, and patted it gently, trying to relieve her discomfort. There was obvious anxiety in his voice, "Wuwu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

“Wuwu…”

Mother Zhou ran over and said with concern: "Wuwu, it's okay."

Shen Liwu waved her hand, signaling them not to bother with herself. But the nausea continued. Her body was so weak that she could hardly stand. Her legs were weak and she leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

Zhou Yanjing's eyes were filled with worry. He gently brushed away the strands of hair on her forehead, and said with worry in his tone: "Wuwu, let's go to the hospital, let's go to the hospital."

Shen Liwu shook her head, “No need.”

Zhou Yanjing's hand was still on her back, feeling the slight trembling of her body. His brows were knitted together and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest.

"No, your condition is not right, we can't delay."

Shen Liwu bit her lip, barely managed to stand still, and slowly let go of the wall with her fingers. Her voice was so weak that it seemed to be floating in the wind. "I'm really fine. I just feel a little sick."

Zhou Yanjing's eyes were still fixed on her face, unwilling to miss any details. The corners of her lips trembled slightly, and it was obvious that she was not "alright" as she said.

He gritted his teeth, and the anxiety in his heart spread throughout his body like a prairie fire.

"Don't be so stubborn. I'll take you to the hospital." His tone was unquestionable. He put his arms around her waist, holding her firmly, and prepared to carry her out.

Shen Liwu's body stiffened slightly, her fingers subconsciously grasped his sleeve, and she said in a weak voice, "Really, there's no need, morning sickness is normal."