Chapter 189 Pregnant?
When Qin You's voice rang out, Wen Jiu stopped talking.
Her face showed no emotion; she simply stared calmly at the figure approaching Zhou Yanchuan in the camera's view.
The red evening gown was stunning, vibrant, and beautiful.
He seemed to have just finished a dinner party and was standing in the hallway.
His affectionate brows furrowed slightly when he heard the woman's voice behind him.
It must have been a coincidence that they met; Qin You's words were filled with joy and delight.
Zhou Yanchuan ignored her and just looked at her in the camera lens, asking, "What were you trying to say just now?"
Wen Jiu looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's talk about it when you come back."
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone. After so long, seeing Qin You again made her feel calmer than she had imagined. However, being calm did not mean she didn't care.
The knot in her heart that had just been smoothed out swelled up again.
Shortly after their wedding, Wen Jiu saw her visiting Zhou Yanchuan.
The aloof and proud supermodel in the photo was crying her eyes out right next to him, while he didn't even lift his eyes.
It was only then that Wen Jiu realized that Zhou Yanchuan, once he matured, was cold-hearted.
But for some reason, just two days later, the media reported that the president of Jiuyu attended a party with his former rumored girlfriend.
During that period, the internet was full of gossip about the two of them.
There were also rumors of marital discord.
When Li Yue learned of this, she was so angry that she wanted to come to the house and make a scene.
What does Zhou Yanchuan mean?
Wen Jiu believed him, but she couldn't help feeling upset.
Even though Zhou Yanchuan immediately had those comments taken down and publicly explained the rumors afterward, she still began to resist his advances, and every time they were intimate, it was difficult for them to go all the way.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't ask her to stop, but she suddenly shouted that she didn't want to do it, so he really stopped, helped her straighten her clothes, and hugged her from behind to sleep.
Their relationship lasted for nearly three months. During those three months, he was meticulous and considerate, which gradually helped her to move on from his relationship with Qin You.
But unexpectedly, I saw them in contact again.
Not long after Wen Jiu hung up the phone, Aunt Lin came over with a bowl of fresh chicken soup. The moment Wen Jiu smelled the oily, greasy aroma in the air, a sudden wave of nausea washed over her.
"Madam, you—" Before Aunt Lin could finish speaking, Wen Jiu hurriedly got up and ran to the bathroom.
Hearing the retching sounds coming from the room, Aunt Lin, who had been through similar experiences, only paused for two seconds before realizing what it was, and her face lit up with joy.
He hurriedly turned around to look for something that could stop the vomiting.
After Wen Jiu calmed down, the person behind her asked cautiously yet unable to suppress the joy on their face, "Is Madam pregnant?"
"Um."
Aunt Lin clapped her hands: "This is such a wonderful thing! The master would be so happy if he knew."
Will you be especially happy?
Wen Jiu raised her hand and touched her lower abdomen. She couldn't describe her feelings at that moment. She longed to have a child with him, but now that it was actually happening, she was afraid.
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Wen Jiu didn't sleep well that night. In her drowsy state, she didn't know what time it was in the morning when she heard the sound of the fire being extinguished in the courtyard. She jumped up with a start, put on her shoes, and went outside.
She could faintly hear conversations coming from afar, but the sounds suddenly disappeared when she opened the bedroom door.
As soon as Zhou Yanchuan entered the living room, he gestured for Aunt Lin and the others to be quiet.
But I didn't expect to see someone standing at the bedroom door as soon as I opened it.
She was wearing a beige sundress, her hair was loose and a little messy, and the marks on her clothes showed that she had tossed and turned all night and hadn't slept well.
When Aunt Lin called him, he was on his way to the airport.
Zhou Yanchuan never expected to run into Qin You there again. He could easily see through the girl's hesitant words on the phone.
The last incident already caused so much distress; we can't afford any more unexpected events.
So I immediately booked a flight back to China.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Lin called on the way.
Wen Jiu looked at the person not far away. He was wearing the same suit as last night, but there were already a few wrinkles on the chest and collar.
It's unusual to have a feeling of being travel-worn.
They looked at each other, and for a moment neither of them knew what to say.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yanchuan walked over.
He put his arm around the person in front of him and whispered, "You're pregnant?"
For some reason, Wen Jiu suddenly felt a lump in her throat. She clenched her hands and remained silent.
He didn't seem to mind, and instead gently asked, "You looked it up yourself?"
She remained silent.
Seeing her like this, Zhou Yanchuan felt sorry for her and reached out to pull her into his arms: "Why don't you talk anymore now that you're pregnant?"
When she felt the warmth emanating from the man, Wen Jiu felt even more aggrieved.
From yesterday until now, she has had an indescribable feeling. Instead of the happiness she had imagined, she felt helpless and afraid.
In addition, there's Qin You.
Zhou Yanchuan pulled the person closer to him, saying, "There's really nothing between us."
When he said that, the person in his arms reacted a little, looked up at him for a few seconds, and whispered, "Then why is she there?"
"I have no idea."
He really didn't know; he was talking to someone about work when his phone rang, so he got up and went outside, never expecting to see her.
"Then why did you bring her to the banquet in the first place?"
As Wen Jiu finished speaking, the person holding her fell silent. She felt a pang of pain in her heart. So much time had passed, and he still couldn't give her a proper explanation for this.
Before Wen Jiu could say anything more, she felt nauseous again.
She pushed Zhou Yanchuan away and walked towards the restroom.
Seeing the girl who used to vomit so badly that she was dizzy and disoriented, Zhou Yanchuan now had a real sense of what pregnancy was like.
His eyes were filled with heartache and helplessness. He turned around and went to Aunt Lin to ask for something that could relieve morning sickness.
Aunt Lin shook her head with heartache: "Madam, none of those remedies worked for you. We tried them last night."
Zhou Yanchuan stood behind her and patted her gently.
The beautiful eyes in the mirror were red and swollen, and her cheeks were pale and weak.
He reached out to wipe her tears: "I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out."
Wen Jiu dodged his touch, muttered "No need" in a low voice, and turned to go back to her room.
The dampness on Zhou Yanchuan's fingertips hadn't even faded before he was gone.
Aunt Lin couldn't bear to see the two of them arguing, so she said in a low voice, "Madam is going through a critical period right now, and her mood is very important. If there's anything wrong, you should talk to her about it."
"Um."
Not long after Wen Jiu lay down on the bed, the bedroom door was pushed open. The person who came in didn't say anything, but bent down to tuck the blanket around her. She kept her eyes closed and didn't move, but her heart was filled with a strong sour feeling.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at her tear-streaked face, reached out to touch it, but stopped himself.
He sat by the bed for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to take off the clothes he hadn't had time to change.
When Wen Jiu heard the sound of the shower water, she slowly opened her eyes. She stared in the direction of the bathroom, her eyes stinging.
At this moment, her feelings were truly indescribable, a mixture of warmth and bitterness, leaving her unsure of what to do.
Lost in thought, she watched as the sound of running water in the bathroom gradually stopped.
Wen Jiu pulled the blanket over her head.
After an unknown amount of time, the other side of the bed quietly collapsed, and she was pulled into a warm embrace.
Unlike usual, this time I could clearly feel the hand around her waist was being very careful, as if afraid of making any mistakes.
Wen Jiu clenched her fingers, suppressing the urge to burrow into his arms, and let him hold her without any reaction.
On this winter morning, the room was silent.
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