"Because Grandpa wanted to do something bad."
As Su Xiaoyu answered, she glanced out the window at Zhao Libai, who was making a phone call. Even his back exuded a smug, petty air.
She sighed deeply and exclaimed, "That old geezer is wicked."
Zhao Bo sped off to Yi An's place. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he saw the poor little thing huddled miserably in front of Su Yan's door, clutching a rose in her hand, tearing off the petals one by one in a melancholy manner, muttering something under her breath.
"What's going on?!"
Yi An turned to look at him, as if she were seeing a family member.
Zhao Bo led him home, then tentatively asked, "Has Su Yan really not come back yet?"
Yi An: "That's not normal!"
Zhao Bo turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall; it did indeed look rather abnormal.
"Could something have happened to her? Who was she having dinner with?"
As soon as he spoke, he realized he had said the wrong thing, and when he looked at Yi An, his expression had indeed changed.
Yi An grabbed Zhao Bo's arm and raised her voice, demanding, "Who were you having dinner with! You're not coming back this late!"
Zhao Bo was startled by Yi An's excited appearance and shrank back. He forced a laugh and pressed down on Yi An's hand, comforting her, "Why don't we wait a little longer? Maybe they'll be back soon?"
Yi An: "How long is 'a while'?"
The cold, hard reality told him that what was once a moment could become forever.
Yi An looked at the clock on the wall, where the hour hand had already slipped to 1. He turned his head and stared intently at Zhao Bo, who was pacing at the door, with his bloodshot eyes.
Why hasn't she come back yet?
Zhao Bo didn't know what else to say to comfort her, "She...she..."
Yi An asked, distraught, "Do you think she's gone back to her old ways? Did she go back to that scumbag? Is this scumbag too difficult to deal with, and she..."
The more he asked, the more terrified he became.
Zhao Bo rushed forward and covered his mouth, stopping him from saying anything inappropriate.
Is there such a possibility?
"What's possible?" Yi An looked at him expectantly.
Zhao Bo frowned slightly, looking conflicted, and said beforehand, "You must be mentally prepared!"
Yi An nodded with a sorrowful expression, her hand tightly clutching her chest.
"Go ahead and tell me, I'm ready."
Seeing that he looked ready to face life and death, Zhao Bo hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up.
"Have you considered that our speculations about Su Yan might be a little too complicated?"
Yi An's expression hardened, and she immediately asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Why is Su Yan so resistant to you? Let's simplify this question for now," Zhao Bo advised patiently.
Following his words, Yi An subconsciously looked down at herself.
Zhao Bo nodded with a look of satisfaction, "Is it possible that she's just...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Yi'an grabbed him by the collar, as if it were fate itself.
Zhao Bo looked at Yi An's dangerously gleaming eyes and forced a dry laugh that almost made him cry.
"I just wanted to think about it briefly," he said, sounding aggrieved.
Yi An: "Then I'll let you die simply, okay?"
At the resort, the three women were having a blast.
Duan Sisi tilted her head back and drank the red wine in her wine glass in one gulp.
She exhaled a refreshing breath, the blush on her face a mixture of drunkenness and the effects of soaking in the hot spring, it was hard to tell.
Seeing her pathetic state, Su Yan couldn't help but tease her, "What's wrong, my Miss Duan? Why do you look like you've never seen red wine before!"
Duan Sisi cheerfully slammed her wine glass onto the shore, then turned to Su Yan and gave her a gentle, mysterious wag of her finger.
"You two, who have never been married, would never understand my suffering!"
With a wave of her hand, she said boldly, "Come on, let me show you today what I, a married woman, usually drink at home!"
Duan Sisi climbed ashore, ran to her bag with small steps, took out a thermos, poured a cup of dark brown liquid, and handed it to Su Yan and Wenrou.
"Smell, do you recognize this?"
Before Su Yan could even bring her nose close, she smelled a strong aroma of Chinese medicine.
Why are you taking Chinese medicine? Are you sick?
Wenrou couldn't help but cover her nose.
Duan Sisi laughed loudly and introduced the product in an exaggerated manner, like a saleswoman: "You guys don't understand! This is a miracle cure for women's health, it works every time, without a single failure, even an old sow can give birth to a dozen piglets on the spot after drinking it!"
Hearing this, Su Yan finally understood.
"Your test results are out?"
Duan Sisi casually put the bowl of Chinese medicine aside and jumped into the hot spring pool.
"It's out, my husband has low sperm count."
Wenrou looked puzzled. "Sister Sisi, your husband has low sperm count and sperm motility, so how did you...?"
Before she could finish asking, Duan Sisi quickly provided the answer.
"Because I told my mother-in-law that I had a problem! Men are always particularly sensitive about this kind of thing, it hurts their self-esteem."
Hearing her casual words, Su Yan frowned and her expression became serious.
Duan Sisi couldn't help but laugh, "I helped my husband out of kindness, but it brought me trouble. Now I can't drink alcohol or eat spicy food, and even my sleep schedule, clothes, and makeup are controlled by my mother-in-law. I also have to take a bottle of this Chinese medicine every day."
She paused, then asked mysteriously, "But do you know what's even more ridiculous?"
"My husband clearly knows everything, but he always sides with his mother and even tries to persuade me to take my medication. He's made me... make me start to doubt whether I'm really the one who's sick!"
Duan Sisi chuckled twice. "You know what? I have to look at that test report three times a day, just like eating meals, morning, noon, and night. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know who the sick person is."
She was clearly smiling, but to Su Yan, it looked more painful than crying.
"Then why didn't you tell the truth back then? If you had told the truth back then, we wouldn't have this problem now," Su Yan asked, puzzled.
Duan Sisi smiled bitterly, "Well, I just felt sorry for my husband because he looked so pitiful, and I didn't want to put too much pressure on him."
Su Yan: "But now, he's not pitiful anymore; you've become the most pitiful one."
Duan Sisi's lips twitched, but she couldn't speak.
Looking at her like this, Su Yan knew that she regretted it, and had regretted it for a long time.
Wenrou frowned and asked worriedly, "Sisi, do your parents know about this?"
Duan Sisi took a deep breath and leaned against the wall of the hot spring pool.
"Not yet. Tomorrow is my dad's birthday, and both families will be getting together, so I'll find an opportunity to tell them."
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