Zhou Wenwen's face darkened.
She hadn't expected that Qiao Wanyue, that bitch, would be so difficult to deal with.
Why didn't she die outside?
What are you coming back for!
A sinister gaze fell on Qiao Wanyue, who noticed it almost immediately. Following that gaze, she met Zhou Wenwen's eyes, and Zhou Wenwen lowered her head in alarm upon noticing her gaze.
Concealing the sinister glint in his eyes.
Qiao Wanyue curled her lips into a smile.
His impure thoughts were written all over his face.
She doesn't need anyone else to help her; she might be able to protect the child in her womb on her own.
Dr. Yu also disliked the patient's repeated commotion, and her voice turned cold, "Comrade, if your stomach still hurts, I will have to contact a hospital in Beijing. This condition cannot be delayed."
As he spoke, he lifted his foot to walk out.
"Doctor, my stomach seems to be feeling better," Zhou Wenwen said in a muffled voice.
She can't go to a hospital in Beijing. If a big hospital finds out she's faking it, how will she ever be able to fool Yang Dazhuang again?
She lowered her head, bit her lip, twisted the sheets with her fingers, and spoke in a muffled voice, looking very aggrieved.
How pitiful.
Yang Dazhuang almost immediately softened.
"Wenwen, are you really not in pain anymore?" He gently stroked Zhou Wenwen's head, as if he were handling a rare treasure.
Zhou Wenwen bit her lip and nodded.
She couldn't go to the provincial hospital. She had lied about the timing of her recent checkups, without giving a precise estimate. If the hospital found out that the baby in her belly wasn't one month along, Yang Dazhuang would no longer trust her.
Sooner or later, people will start to have doubts.
Qiao Wanyue stared at Zhou Wenwen, knowing perfectly well what she was thinking.
"Doctor, the patient has been hospitalized several times already. To put your mind at ease, please go."
“Dazhuang values this child very much. He won’t stay away from Beijing just because he’s worried about the money. Compared to the baby in Wenwen’s belly, what’s the cost of the train tickets? Dazhuang wouldn’t care.”
Zhou Wenwen's body stiffened.
She was about to say that the round-trip train tickets were too expensive, and that to save money for her family, she could just stay in the hospital for two days.
That despicable Qiao Wanyue.
"Doctor, let's go. My wife isn't feeling well. I don't care how much it costs," Yang Dazhuang quickly said, afraid that being a second too slow would anger Zhou Wenwen.
Zhou Wenwen silently rolled her eyes.
What stance is he taking now?!
"Dazhuang, Wenwen made the right choice marrying you. No one in our village goes to the capital for medical treatment. You love your wife more than any other man in the village. Your wife is truly blessed to have married you." Praises poured out of her like a never-ending stream.
Qiao Wanyue praised him without blushing or skipping a beat.
Yang Dazhuang felt embarrassed and urged the doctor to make arrangements quickly.
Zhou Wenwen's face was turning red. There was nothing wrong with her body. She just couldn't stand that Qiao Wanyue had gone home smoothly and wanted to cause her some trouble. Yang Dazhuang, that idiot, was completely fooled by a few words.
"Wenwen, you must have accumulated a lot of good fortune in your past lives to meet such a good man as Dazhuang. You should cherish him."
Zhou Wenwen cursed inwardly.
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