Inside the room, Han Zhan remained motionless, his expression unpredictable.
Outside, Song Ci, possessed by her acting spirit, began to improvise. She folded her arms, and with a haughty and sarcastic tone, she taunted, "Han Zhenhua! Open the door! You're capable of finding a mistress, but you can't open the door, right?"
Han Zhan could only open the door and stare at Song Ci with a frown on his face.
Song Ci was performing with great enthusiasm when the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and a puff of steam rushed towards her. Song Ci closed her mouth and looked up to see Han Zhan, who had just taken a shower and was covered in water.
Staring at the sexy old man in front of her, Song Ci smiled with her eyes curved. She called out softly and charmingly, "Zhenhua, let me in."
Lu Zhenhua grabbed Song Ci's arm and pulled her into the house. After closing the door, Han Zhan fiercely threatened Song Ci: "Shut up, and don't call me that name anymore!"
Song Ci quickly made a zipper-closing motion in front of her mouth. "Ok, I won't scream anymore."
Song Ci, who promised not to call him by that name anymore, changed Han Zhan's WeChat note and phone number from Han Sanpang to Han Zhenhua that night.
Because of this name, Song Ci was happy for several days, and whenever she got the chance, she would call Han Zhan "Zhenhua" in private.
It was already late at night when Han Zhan got home from get off work that day.
Because the villa was located in a remote area, Han Zhan worked late into the night, and the driver had to stay up late too. The road was winding, and Song Ci was worried about the danger on the way home. She couldn't sleep peacefully until Han Zhan came home every night.
That night, Han Zhan got out of the car. Seeing that the driver was also tired, he said, "Asong, you stay on the first floor tonight and don't go back." Asong saw that it was already past twelve o'clock. If he drove back now, he would not get home until after one o'clock.
Asong nodded and replied, "Then I'll bother Madam and the old man for one night."
Han Zhan walked in front, followed by Asong, and the two entered the house one after the other. Han Zhan saw that Song Ci was still awake, and was worried that Song Ci would call him Zhenhua in front of his subordinates, but he saw Song Ci quickly put down the book, covered her mouth, and hurried to the toilet.
Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, realizing that Song Ci might be having morning sickness. He dropped his suit jacket and followed Song Ci into the bathroom.
Song Ci closed the door.
As soon as Han Zhan approached the toilet door, he heard Song Ci vomiting violently inside.
Han Zhan opened the door and saw Song Ci kneeling beside the toilet. Her eyes were red and tearful after vomiting. This was the first time Song Ci had vomited since becoming pregnant, and she couldn't stop.
Han Zhan felt sorry for her and asked her, "Are you okay?"
Song Ci nodded and said, "Not bad."
"Let me get you a glass of water."
Han Zhan poured Song Ci cold water to rinse her mouth, and then poured her half a cup of warm lemon water. After drinking the lemon water, Song Ci felt better. Fearing that she would vomit again, Song Ci hurried upstairs to lie down on the bed.
Han Zhan quickly washed up, and when he came to the bed, Song Ci was already asleep.
Only then did Han Zhan go to sleep peacefully.
However, yesterday's morning sickness was just the beginning of the warning. The next morning, Song Ci began vomiting violently. How severe was the vomiting? She vomited almost every ten minutes, even without eating or drinking.
Han Aoyu managed to prepare some light, appetizing dishes for her. Song Ci had always loved pickled peppers and diced radish, so Han Aoyu made her a jar of them. Song Ci ate two pieces, but soon vomited.
When Han Zhan returned home, he saw Song Ci lying sickly on the sofa with a clean trash can at his feet. Only then did he realize that Song Ci had vomited dozens of times today.
"Is this normal?" Han Zhan, who became a father for the first time, turned his gaze to Han Ao Yu.
Han Aoyu thought for a moment and said, "That's not normal. When your mother and your grandmother were pregnant, the most severe vomiting was only about ten times a day. Unlike Song girl, she vomited yellow water every time she vomited."
Han Zhan was worried, so he stayed home the next morning and called in an old obstetrician. She was an elegant old lady, and it was said that she was the one who delivered Han Zhan.
Song Ci vomited three times just half an hour after her mother-in-law arrived at the Han family's house, and she couldn't stop vomiting each time.
Seeing this, the old woman said to Han Aoyu, "Song girl's condition is what we call severe vomiting during pregnancy. If it doesn't get better, it will cause electrolyte imbalance and malnutrition. You can observe her for two days. If she continues to vomit like this, send her to the hospital for hospitalization and supplementation of nutrition and electrolytes."
Han Aoyu didn't understand this either, so he asked, "Isn't it said that pregnant women can't take medicine?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Han. This treatment has no effect on the fetus. My granddaughter was pregnant last year and had the same condition. She stayed in the hospital for a few days and was fine. Didn't she just give birth to a girl two months ago? She's doing well now."
Hearing this, Han Ao Yu felt relieved.
Han Zhan has a charity speech in Shunchen tomorrow, and the itinerary that has already been scheduled cannot be changed. The next day, he stayed at home with Song Ci for half a day. After lunch, Han Zhan took a private plane to Shunchen.
On the plane, Han Zhan asked his assistant, "A pregnant woman is vomiting violently. What should I do? Is there any way to relieve morning sickness?"
The male assistant, who is single, is very confused.
He said awkwardly, "I don't know. When my mother was pregnant with me, she seemed to enjoy everything she ate. By the way, isn't Mr. Li's wife pregnant? Mr. Han can ask him."
Han Zhan's expression was a little unhappy, "I asked." Su Beibei from Li Li's family was the legendary woman who could get pregnant as easily as laying an egg. She could really eat and drink a lot, and her weight increased by more than ten pounds before the fetus was even six months old.
Han Zhan felt particularly sorry for her when he thought about how his daughter, Cibao, was losing weight every day and there was not much flesh left on her face.
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