At this moment, the maid brought over an exquisite bowl. It was filled with Chinese medicine that had been simmering for a few hours. "Elder Miss, drink this while it's still hot."
Tang Mo 'er had been drinking Chinese medicine for a long time. She didn't know how many herbs were in the bowl, but Lu Yeming had gotten his hands on it. Ever since she had taken this medicine, her aging had been alleviated significantly.
Although Lu Yeming hadn't said anything about it, she knew that this bowl of medicine must be very expensive.
She wanted to drink it.
But when she smelled the scent of the Chinese medicine, she felt her stomach churn again. She furrowed her pretty brows in discomfort.
"What's the matter?"
At this moment, she heard a deep, magnetic voice.
Tang Mo 'er lifted her eyes, meeting Lu Yeming's deep almond-shaped eyes. His gaze landed on her little face, and there was a tinge of concern in his probing eyes.
"Yeming, can I not drink this bowl of medicine tonight?"
Lu Yeming shook his head, and spat out two words without any hesitation. "No."
"…"
Tang Mo 'er lowered her head, holding the bowl with both hands as she held her breath and drank a mouthful of the medicine.
She wanted to swallow it quickly, but the medicine went down her throat. She threw the bowl down and ran into the kitchen.
Standing by the counter, she threw up.
Her stomach was churning, and once she threw up, she couldn't stop it. But she didn't eat anything, and only vomited out some stomach acid.
She wanted to throw up just from the smell of the medicine.
"Elder Sister Mo 'er!" Jun Xiqing quickly got up.
But someone was faster than her. Lu Yeming got up, and walked into the kitchen.
A gust of wind blew past him, and he took big strides. His long legs were wrapped in tailored trousers, and he walked over to Tang Mo 'er's side.
He stretched out his hand, patting Tang Mo 'er's delicate back. "Why are you throwing up? Are you feeling unwell?"
Tang Mo 'er lowered her head, and suddenly thought of something. Her period seemed to be a few days late.
Her period had always been punctual, and she had already given birth to Niuniu, so she had experience in this area.
Previously, she and Gu Mohan had … done it …
He hadn't used any contraception, and she had forgotten to take the birth control pill afterwards.
Would she …
Tang Mo 'er didn't dare to think about it. She didn't dare to think about it.
Lu Yeming looked at her side profile. Her face was pale, so pale that there was no color in it. She looked like she was in a daze.
He stretched out his hand and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears. He then grasped her shoulder and turned her around to face him. "Sister, what's wrong? Tell me, hm?"
His voice was still calm, and he was not in a hurry to lure her to say the answer.
Jun Xiqing walked over to the kitchen and asked hesitantly, "Sister Mo 'er, are you … pregnant?"
Lu Yeming's long body froze.
…
In the bathroom.
Tang Mo 'er locked herself in the room and held onto a pregnancy test kit in her hand. The five minutes she had been waiting for had been torture.
She stared at the pregnancy test, not daring to miss anything.
Soon, a red line appeared on the pregnancy test stick. Then … two red lines appeared.
She was pregnant.
She was really pregnant.
The pregnancy test kit in her hand fell to the carpet, and her pale eyes quickly turned red and wet.
She had always wanted to get pregnant.
Mr Gu had always wanted a daughter.
They had tried so hard for so long to no avail. Who would have thought that they would succeed this time?
What should she do?
What should she do?
Tang Mo 'er stretched out her hand and touched her flat tummy. There was already a little life there.
It had to be a daughter. That was a mother's intuition. It couldn't be wrong.
But given her current physical condition, she couldn't conceive at all. She couldn't guarantee that she could bring the baby into this world safely.
She wanted a daughter so badly.
She wanted to give birth to a daughter for Mr Gu so badly.
Tang Mo 'er's delicate body slid down the wall, and she sat on the soft woolen carpet …
Outside the room, Jun Xiqing looked at the tightly shut bathroom door, and then at the man standing by the bathroom door.
Lu Yeming had been standing there the whole time, with both hands in his pockets. His long body leaned against the wall elegantly, and his eyes were lowered. His thick, curly lashes were lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
He had been standing there for as long as Tang Mo 'er was in the bathroom.
Soon, he moved and took one hand out of his trouser pocket. Then, he knocked on the door. "Sis."
He lowered his voice, sounding especially gentle.
There was no sound from inside.
He continued knocking on the door. "Elder Sister, open the door."
There was still no sound from inside.
Lu Yeming furrowed his brows. "Elder Sister, I'm going to kick the door down if you don't open it. I'm not joking, I'm serious."
There was still no sound from inside.
"Elder Sister, move away."
Jun Xiqing watched from behind. The moment he said that, he lifted his long leg from his pocket and kicked the bathroom door shut.
Bam! It was deafening.
Jun Xiqing was shocked. This man hid a disdainful heart beneath his refined exterior. He was overbearing and domineering.
It was just that he deliberately restrained himself when he was with Tang Mo 'er.
The bathroom door was kicked open.
Lu Yeming walked in.
He didn't retract the frostiness on his face. The next second, he saw Tang Mo 'er curled up in the corner of the wall, hugging her knees and burying her face in her hands.
Lu Yeming looked at her, the frostiness on his face instantly dissipating. There was a layer of gentleness in his handsome eyes.
He walked forward, slowly kneeling on one knee in front of her. He lifted his hand, caressing her soft hair.
He rubbed it gently, before his large palm slid down, cupping the back of her head, letting her head rest in his arms.
"It's okay, don't be afraid," he said in a low voice.
Big drops of tears fell down Tang Mo 'er's cheeks and she started sobbing. "But … I'm afraid, I'm really … so scared …"
Lu Yeming curved his thin lips. "To give birth, or not to give birth. This is your choice. Follow your heart, as long as you're happy.
What I need to do is to help you deal with the aftermath. You only need to make a choice, leave the rest to me. "
Jun Xiqing stood rooted to the ground and listened. The man's gentle voice drifted into her ears, causing ripples to form in her heart.
What was love?
She had seen many love stories growing up. The one that left the deepest impression on her was Uncle Jun's love for Madam Xuanji. But she felt that at this moment, she had seen the most beautiful love in the world.
She didn't dare to call it 'love', but she was sure that it was' love '.
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