However, she clearly underestimated Shen Mu's indomitable perseverance; he still came to eat with her three meals a day.

However, he stopped cooking himself and instead had his family's chef come over to cook.

Xiang Zhilan scoffed at this, saying, "What a pampered young master who never lifts a finger."

Shen Muzhi seemed immune to her sarcastic remarks, responding with a blank expression.

Before she knew it, it was mid-June, and Xiang Zhilan was 12 weeks pregnant. She had scheduled her first official prenatal checkup.

This is the time to check if the fetus is healthy and rule out various problems such as ectopic pregnancy and molar pregnancy.

Xiang Zhilan got up early, tidied herself up, and went out.

While waiting for the elevator, I couldn't help but glance at the door across the hall.

It's strange, they're always around, but on such an important day, they've vanished.

Could something have happened inside the house?

Xiang Zhilan walked over and raised her hand to press the doorbell, but suddenly stopped and withdrew her hand.

His not following her is exactly what she wants; what does it matter to her if something happens to him inside?

Hearing that the elevator had arrived, Xiang Zhilan hurriedly turned around and stepped into the elevator.

She went downstairs and hailed a taxi to the hospital. Her little white car was still in the villa. She should have Ah Chao drive it over another day so it wouldn't be inconvenient for her to come and go.

Upon arriving at the maternal and child health center, I registered with Zhi Lan and then queued up to collect the maternal and child health records.

There are so many pregnant women at this time of year; it took me about ten minutes to get my card.

Xiang Zhilan went to the waiting area to wait for her number to be called. At first, she didn't feel anything, but after sitting down, she found that other pregnant women were accompanied by their husbands or at least their mothers. She sat there alone and looked very lonely.

The wait for her number to be called was very long, and hearing the people around her chatting and laughing, she got a little bored and took out her phone to browse Weibo.

After a while, they called her to have her blood drawn. She casually put her phone in her pocket, got up, and walked over.

He rolled up his sleeves and extended his arm inside.

She wasn't afraid of injections or blood draws, but the round-faced nurse today was probably a novice. She missed the first time and only managed to draw blood on the second attempt, which made her arm hurt.

She pressed the cotton ball to stop the bleeding, withdrew her arm, and stood up. But her phone slipped out of her pocket and was kicked by a passerby, landing under the waiting chair.

Xiang Zhilan frowned, looked up to find the person to pick it up, but the person had already disappeared.

Helpless, she had to do it herself. She looked at her hand that was pressing the cotton ball, thinking it should be fine after so long, so she threw it away and squatted down to pick it up. She kicked it a little too far in, and had no choice but to kneel down and reach in.

I stretched out my arm for quite a while before I finally reached the phone, managed to grab it, and then pulled my arm back.

Two streams of blood were already flowing from his arm, and his hands were filthy.

She hurried to the bathroom, washed her hands, and looked up at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like a crazy woman.

"Bastard." Xiang Zhilan suddenly felt wronged. She didn't know whether she was cursing the inconsiderate passerby or Shen Muzhi for not accompanying her to her prenatal checkup.

After tidying herself up, she went out again and asked the nurse for a cotton swab to stop the bleeding, then pressed it against her elbow again.

She sat on the chair with her head down, intending to wait a while before picking up the urine test kit.

The young couple sitting next to her, the husband constantly asking his wife questions and showing concern, made her seem particularly lonely.