Chapter 25 Wen Xiaoxiao is pregnant
Zhao Fei got up and cooked millet porridge. He also heated up the leftover fried dough from yesterday, cut it into triangular pieces, and baked them in a pan until both sides were golden brown.
Finally, I chopped a small dish of homemade pickled vegetable shreds, drizzled some sesame oil over them, mixed them, and sprinkled a few white sesame seeds on top.
The food was placed on a small table in the main room, steaming hot.
Wen Xiaoxiao sat down listlessly, though her complexion was better than the night before.
She picked up her chopsticks, and just as she took a pinch of pickled vegetable shreds to her mouth, her stomach suddenly churned violently without warning!
"Ugh—" She suddenly covered her mouth, dropped her chopsticks, bent over and dry heaved, tears streaming down her face.
Zhao Fei was serving porridge when he heard the sound and turned around. He saw her painfully gagging and was stunned at first. Then, his mind went blank, as if something had exploded!
This scene... it's so familiar!
When Li Rui first became pregnant with Yi Di, she couldn't stand the smell of oily food and would vomit so badly every morning that she felt dizzy and faint...
A startling thought made him freeze in place, almost dropping the bowl of porridge.
Wen Xiaoxiao vomited a few times, but nothing came out; she just felt nauseous and vomited.
She clutched her chest, panting, and suddenly froze.
She slowly straightened up, her eyes filled with disbelief and panic.
She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously pressing against her lower abdomen, her mind racing as she calculated the days ahead...
My period seems to be more than a week late.
She's been so busy lately, and her mind is in such a mess, that she completely overlooked it!
Their eyes met in mid-air.
He strode to her side, his voice trembling with excitement: "Xiaoxiao, you...you are...?"
"No! Impossible!" Wen Xiaoxiao interrupted him abruptly, her voice sharp and filled with fear.
"Don't think nonsense! I... I just have an upset stomach!" She stood up in a panic, trying to escape.
"Xiaoxiao!" Zhao Fei grabbed her wrist, the force not strong, but firm.
He looked into her eyes, and there was not only panic, but also deep shame.
He understood what she was thinking at that moment, the possible "outcome" that belonged to him and her.
He took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and spoke each word clearly and heavily: "You're pregnant, and this child... is mine."
She abruptly shook off his hand, tears welling up in her eyes, and almost screamed, "What nonsense are you talking about! You two... How am I supposed to know whose it is! Stop talking!"
After saying that, she no longer cared about eating. She grabbed the cotton-padded coat from the back of the chair, put it on haphazardly, and practically burst out of the door, rushing out of the yard and running towards the tailor shop.
Zhao Fei stood there, watching her back. The words "You two..." were like a poisoned knife, stabbing deep into his heart.
Yes… He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
But soon, the ecstasy and responsibility of becoming a father again overwhelmed everything.
His face was dark, but his eyes were unusually firm, as if he had already unilaterally decided on this unconfirmed child.
Wen Xiaoxiao spent the morning working at the tailor shop in a daze.
The stitches went astray several times, and Sister Hu said a few words to me.
She was restless and felt nauseous from time to time, so she could only endure it and made an excuse to go to the back yard to drink water and dry heave a few times.
When I got home that evening, I felt even more nauseous. I didn't eat any dinner, only managed to drink some water, and soon after, I vomited violently, mostly acidic fluid, which burned my throat.
Just then, Zhao Qingda returned.
He simply came back to cause trouble.
As soon as I entered, I saw Wen Xiaoxiao lying by the pool outside the main room, vomiting violently.
He first frowned, then turned his face away in disgust.
But seeing Wen Xiaoxiao's weak and vomiting appearance, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He remembered hearing someone say that pregnant women often vomit...
He walked over in a few steps, not bothering to question her about why she wasn't home last night, with a hint of surprise and a faint hope that he himself didn't even realize.
He asked in a gruff voice, "Hey! What's wrong with you? You're throwing up like this... Could it be... you're pregnant?"
Wen Xiaoxiao was in tears, feeling distressed, when she heard his question and her whole body stiffened.
She wiped her mouth haphazardly with her sleeve, straightened up, and without even looking at him, bluntly said, "I don't know."
Then she walked around him, went back to the east wing, and closed the door.
Zhao Qingda was met with a rebuff. His vague hope was not confirmed, and instead, her cold attitude fueled his anger.
"Don't know? You fucking don't know whether you're pregnant or not?" He cursed at the closed door, but his mind was in turmoil because of that possibility.
If she's really pregnant...
Wang Juan's face flashed into his mind, but he quickly shook it off.
Frustrated, he scratched his head, and surprisingly, he didn't continue making a scene. Instead, he walked around the main room twice before finally leaving.
Zhao Fei was equally uneasy.
Wen Xiaoxiao's reaction and vomiting during the day almost confirmed his guess.
He went to the hospital in the afternoon, and like a young boy, his face turned red as he stammered as he asked the doctor how to determine if a woman was pregnant.
The doctor glanced at him, probably having seen this many times before, and told him expressionlessly that they now had the necessary equipment for a pregnancy test, and gave him a referral to go to the pharmacy.
He received a small box of "early pregnancy test strips" printed with foreign language. The nurse simply told him to read the instructions inside.
When he got home that night, he wanted to find an opportunity for Wen Xiaoxiao, but he ran into Zhao Qingda harassing him at home.
He had no choice but to wait in the main house for Zhao Qingda to leave before quickly slipping into the east wing.
Wen Xiaoxiao was leaning against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her eyes vacant.
When she saw Zhao Fei come in, she moved her lips but didn't say anything.
Zhao Fei didn't ask anything, he just took out the test strips and stuffed them into her hand, saying, "I asked at the hospital, and they said... you can find out with this."
He pointed to the simple instruction diagram on the box, "Do as it says. I...I'll go outside and keep watch."
After he finished speaking, he looked at her deeply, his eyes filled with encouragement and unwavering certainty.
Then he left, gently closing the door behind him to shut out all outside noise.
In the east wing, Wen Xiaoxiao's hands trembled as she opened the cardboard box, looking at the small plastic stick and instruction manual inside.
Every step she took made her heart pound and her fingers grow cold.
During the few minutes she waited for the results, she kept her eyes tightly closed, unable to look.
The time had come. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the small display window.
Two stripes.
Wen Xiaoxiao quickly covered her mouth to prevent herself from exclaiming.
My mind went blank, followed by a tremendous roar.
I'm really... pregnant.
She's really pregnant, she's really going to be a mom.
The long-awaited expectation has come true, but the back is covered with long, sharp spikes.
The door was gently pushed open, and Zhao Fei came in and closed the door behind him.
When his gaze first fell on the two stripes, his eyes suddenly burst forth with an astonishing light.
He strode forward and pulled Wen Xiaoxiao into his arms, the force so strong it made her bones ache.
"It's mine!" His warm breath tickled her ear. "Xiaoxiao, this child is definitely mine! I know! I can feel it!"
She struggled in his arms, her voice filled with denial: "Let me go! No! It's not yours! It's Zhao Qingda's! This child is his! It's your nephew! Zhao Fei, wake up!"
"Nephew?" Zhao Fei suddenly released her, but his hands were still tightly gripping her shoulders.
"I don't acknowledge it! Even if he touched you that day, what about before? You two didn't get pregnant for two years! And what about after that? Xiaoxiao, this child is mine! That beast Zhao Qingda doesn't deserve it!"
Wen Xiaoxiao momentarily forgot to cry.
The arrival of the child was like a boulder thrown into the lake of her life, stirring up not only waves, but also a tsunami powerful enough to overturn everything.
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