Chapter 2 Pregnancy Shen Shutong was awakened by a headache. The sun...
Shen Shutong was awoken by a headache. Her temples were throbbing, and the hangover made it difficult for her to open her eyelids. She subconsciously raised her hand to rub her forehead, but found her arm was pressed down by something heavy.
What's with this hand that looks so much like a human's?
She opened her eyes suddenly.
My vision slowly adjusted to the light, and the first thing that caught my eye was the man's broad shoulders. The quilt had slipped to his waist, revealing several ambiguous red marks on his back.
It’s Fu Jingchuan.
He slept beside her, lying on his side, facing her, holding one of her arms. He seemed to be sleeping soundly. His deep eyebrows and high nose bridge had lost their usual coldness, appearing much gentler.
Five years ago, she woke up in his arms like this countless mornings.
Memories rushed into my mind like a floodgate, accompanied by scenes of last night's confrontation in the bar, the entanglement in the elevator, and the intense chaos in the bed.
Shen Shutong's body stiffened instantly.
What did she do?!
She actually slept with this man who abandoned her for money, who hadn't seen her for five years, and who turned against her as soon as he came back?
A surge of intense self-loathing and overwhelming rage surged up in her, and she pulled her arm back with all her strength.
Fu Jingchuan was awakened, his brows furrowed, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were a little confused at first, but after seeing Shen Shutong's cold gaze, he instantly became clear.
Their eyes met, and the air was dead silent.
All the madness and loss of control last night turned into extreme embarrassment at this moment.
Shen Shutong moved first. She sat up, the silk quilt slipping off her body, revealing her skin covered with ambiguous marks. She pulled the quilt tightly around herself, stepped barefoot on the floor, and walked towards the scattered clothes.
Fu Jingchuan also sat up and watched her pick up clothes and put them on. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and he didn't say anything.
Shen Shutong put on her clothes and picked up her handbag from the ground. She opened it, took out a checkbook and a pen, and walked to the bed.
She looked down at Fu Jingchuan who was sitting on the bed, quickly filled in a number on the check, then tore it off. With a flick of her wrist, the light piece of paper fell on the quilt in front of Fu Jingchuan.
"Mr. Fu's service was excellent." She said with disdain, "This is my reward. Take the money, and forget what happened last night. Once you leave this room, everything will be the same as it was before."
Fu Jingchuan's eyes fell on the check. The amount was not small, enough to buy the top-level "service" of any high-end club in Jiangcheng for a whole year.
He looked at Shen Shutong, pain flashing in his eyes.
Shen Shutong felt an inexplicable stab in her heart when he looked at her like that, but it was immediately overwhelmed by an even more surging hatred. She sneered and turned away without the slightest lingering regret.
In the room, Fu Jingchuan still maintained the same posture, motionless.
He picked up the check and looked at the signature written in a flamboyant style - "Chen Shutong".
He smiled bitterly, crumpled up the check and threw it into the trash can.
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Since that day, the gossip section of Jiangcheng business district has suddenly become extremely lively.
The protagonist is almost always Shen Shutong.
Today she was photographed having dinner with the young president of a cutting-edge technology company and they had a great conversation; tomorrow she will be rumored to be visiting an art exhibition with the heir of an old European family and behaving intimately; the day after tomorrow she will even be photographed sunbathing with a popular male star on a private yacht, with a hot body and a bright smile.
All kinds of men, young and handsome, mature and steady, from prominent families, talented... appeared around Shen Shutong like a revolving lantern.
The media reports were vivid and the headlines were more sensational than the last.
"Where does the female president Shen Shutong's love go?"
"A look at Queen Shen's new and old loves!"
"The Queen of Business has an equally exciting love life!"
However, netizens were also a little puzzled as they were enjoying the melon. Chen Shutong hated being in the entertainment news the most. He would quickly remove any rumors he spread on weekdays. But with all the gossip flying around lately, he didn't care.
The President's Office of Jingjing Capital.
Fu Jingchuan sat behind a large desk with a document in front of him that needed his urgent signature. His assistant stood by, holding his breath.
Fu Jingchuan's eyes fell on the document, but did not move for a long time.
The office's LCD TV was silently playing local financial news. A flashing news item flashed across the scrolling subtitles below: "It is reported that Shen Shutong, President of the Shen Group, watched the horse race with the young master of the Lin Group yesterday, and a new relationship is suspected to have been exposed..."
The assistant noticed that President Fu seemed to glance at the TV screen very quickly. Although his face remained expressionless, the air pressure in the entire office seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.
He picked up the pen and finally signed the document: "Get out."
The assistant was as if pardoned. He immediately picked up the documents, quickly retreated, and closed the door gently.
Fu Jingchuan was the only one left in the office.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and raised his hand to press hard on his throbbing temples. The images of Chen Shutong's scandals swirled uncontrollably in his mind. Every man, every smile of hers, pierced him like needles.
A nauseous feeling came over me without warning.
Fu Jingchuan covered his mouth and retched a few times. Nothing came out, but the nausea lasted for a long time before slowly subsiding.
He hasn't been feeling well lately.
I get tired easily, have trouble concentrating sometimes, and my appetite becomes weird, sometimes I have no appetite at all, and sometimes I suddenly crave something. And then there's this sudden nausea...
At first, he thought it was a combination of intense work, jet lag, and frequent social events that had caused stomach discomfort. He didn't take it too seriously and just took a few stomach pills.
But the symptoms didn't improve, and instead worsened. The frequency of nausea and vomiting increased, and I even became extremely sensitive and repulsive to certain smells that I used to love.
That morning, in the middle of an important video conference, that familiar feeling of nausea struck again. Fu Jingchuan's face turned pale. He suppressed the churning in his throat and said briefly to the camera, "Sorry, wait five minutes." He immediately turned off the camera and microphone and rushed to the restroom attached to the office.
He leaned against the sink, hunched over, vomiting profusely. His stomach was empty, and he could only vomit up some acid.
After vomiting, he felt completely exhausted. He turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face, trying to sober himself up.
A vague idea suddenly popped into his mind.
Five years ago, when he and Shen Shutong were together, he occasionally didn't take protective measures. Back then, they were young and lucky, and they had always been in peace.
And that night… there were also no measures.
His heartbeat quickened.
Impossible... How could it happen in one go...
He gently pressed his lower abdomen. There was nothing unusual there, but he felt an inexplicable palpitation.
In the afternoon, he canceled all his plans and drove alone to a private hospital in Jiangcheng that had good privacy.
He remained silent throughout the entire process of registration, examination, and blood drawing.
The wait for the results was incredibly long. He sat on a sofa in the VIP lounge, staring out the window, his gaze unfocused. Cold sweat oozed from his palms.
If...if it really...
What should he do?
What would Shen Shutong think? Her sneer-filled face appeared before his eyes. She would probably only find it more ridiculous and troublesome...
The thought of that check made him so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.
The door of the lounge was pushed open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in with a test report.
"Mr. Fu, the test results are out. Congratulations, you are pregnant. According to the HCG value, you are about eight weeks pregnant."
Eight weeks.
The timing just happened to match that night at the hotel.
Fu Jingchuan sat there, his whole body seemed to be frozen in an instant, and he could hardly hear what precautions the doctor said next.
His hand stroked his belly.
There... there actually was a child.
His child with Shen Shutong.
After five years of separation, resentment, and mutual harm, after that chaotic night filled with alcohol and hatred... this child arrived quietly.
After the huge shock, there was an indescribable sadness and an unignorable throbbing.
This child is the deepest and most unbreakable connection between him and her.
But……
He thought of the endless scandals about Shen Shutong and the cold, contemptuous look in her eyes when she threw down the check.
Would she still want this child?
Fu Jingchuan slowly lowered his head and buried his face in his trembling palms.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but he felt a chill.
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