Chapter Seven: Pregnant?

Eight o’clock in the evening, Royal Court Hotel, VIP private room.

A middle-aged man in a bespoke suit entered the room, one arm linked with a mature, beautiful lady, the other cradling a small girl whom he coaxed gently.

Liang Wenru and Chu Qingzhu greeted them with warm smiles. “Mr. Lin, you’ve been busy lately? We’ve tried contacting you several times, but you haven’t had time.”

“Not as busy as you, Mr. Liang. In just two or three days, I barely recognize anyone in the project team anymore.” Lin Yan took his seat, setting the soft, delicate girl on his lap. “Be good, sweetheart. Which one do you want to eat? Daddy will get it for you.”

The lady’s gaze toward Chu Qingzhu was tinged with displeasure—no wife would ever like the mistress. She asked her directly, “Ms. Chu, may I ask, regarding our company’s production line, among the three options—Meijia, Grace, or Sunrise—which supplier’s components will you be using for the equipment?”

Chu Qingzhu paused. “Of course, we’ll use the best—Grace.”

The lady’s expression grew even more disapproving. “But President Pei knows me—I don’t want the best; I want what’s most suitable.”

Chu Qingzhu’s face stiffened.

Lin Yan continued, “Regarding our previous partners, what are your thoughts? Why do you think we replaced them and chose Xingye?”

“Ah?” Chu Qingzhu had been focused on project materials and hadn’t expected their questions to veer away from the project itself.

Suddenly, the little girl in Lin Yan’s arms began to whimper, “Daddy, Mommy, I feel awful.” Her skin erupted in red rashes, and she struggled to breathe.

Lin Yan and his wife noticed the shrimp embedded in the pastry she held. Their faces turned ashen. They quickly tried to help her breathe, called for an ambulance, and rushed downstairs with her in their arms.

“My daughter is allergic to shrimp! Didn’t you do any homework before ordering the food?!”

Chapter Eight

The ambulance wailed all the way to the hospital. Nurses wheeled the little girl into the emergency room. “Three and a half years old. Allergic shock from ingesting an allergen in a pastry.”

Lin Yan and his wife paced anxiously in front of the emergency room, their eyes never leaving the red-lit sign above the door.

Chu Qingzhu stood helplessly to the side, eyes brimming with tears. “What do we do, Wenru? I—I really didn’t mean to, I didn’t know she was allergic to shrimp.”

Liang Wenru pulled her into his arms, comforting her tenderly. “It’s all right, it’s all right. It’s your first time, after all. I know you and the team spent the whole afternoon in meetings to prepare. You’ve already done very well.”

Pei Susu emerged from the obstetrics department and saw the anxious figures of Lin Yan and his wife, as well as Liang Wenru and Chu Qingzhu huddled together not far away. She looked up at the emergency room’s flashing lights.

At the entrance, a nurse kindly reminded her, “Three months pregnant—the two little babies are doing well. Remember to rest more and avoid overexertion. Stay away from spicy or stimulating foods and snacks. Normally…”

Pei Susu listened intently. “Yes, thank you, nurse.”

Lu Qianqian was so careless; she’d have to keep these instructions in mind and watch her closely.

Liang Wenru’s gaze happened to meet hers, noticing the sign “Obstetrics & Gynecology” above and the nurse’s words. He recalled the photo of her entering and leaving a hotel with a man.

For five years, he’d never touched her. The babies in her belly must belong to that other man!

The more he dwelled on it, the more convinced he became that Pei Susu had been cheating on him behind his back, making him a cuckold. He strode forward, ready to confront her. “Pei Susu, so you really are cheating!”

Just then, Lu Qianqian emerged from the restroom and waved at Pei Susu. “Susu, I’m ready, let’s go have a feast. I want spicy crayfish!”

Her voice drowned out Liang Wenru’s accusation.

Was Liang Wenru calling her? Never mind, what good could come from a scumbag?

Pei Susu hesitated for a moment, then joined Lu Qianqian in the elevator, firmly rejecting her suggestion. “No, we’re eating light food. I’ll take you for chicken soup.”

Lu Qianqian’s eyes nearly filled with tears. “Oh, tonic again, sister? At home, he makes me drink tonic soup every day—my taste buds are about to wither. I can’t take it anymore; I want something spicy and flavorful.”

“You know I’ve stuck to you since birth. You can’t be this cruel to me, Susu.”

“No, we have to follow medical advice.” Pei Susu pressed her shoulders down firmly to prevent her from sneaking away.

A private investigator, shocked, watched them enter the elevator and quickly sent a video to Fu Zhichen.

Fu Zhichen opened the clip, which showed Pei Susu chatting with a nurse outside the obstetrics department. The nurse’s words echoed in his mind: “Three months pregnant, both babies are well.” He didn’t even finish his meeting—he ran all the way downstairs, got in his car, and sped toward the hospital.

The senior executives of Fu Corporation were left staring blankly as their president dashed away.

Fu Zhichen raced his car through the streets.

Susu was pregnant—three months. But they’d only been together for less than a month. Whose children were they? Her husband’s?

He was both furious and anxious, his eyes reddening.

In the hospital lobby, Pei Susu, holding Lu Qianqian’s arm, had just stepped out of the elevator when she saw Fu Zhichen pacing anxiously in the lobby.

In his perfectly tailored suit, tall and strikingly handsome, he drew every gaze in the room.

A bespoke suit? Were service workers these days all so wealthy?

And what was he doing here, of all places, and at just the right moment?

Last time she’d seen his silhouette in court. Pei Susu narrowed her beautiful eyes, picturing Fu Zhichen in a baseball cap—the suspicion in her heart only deepened.

Every time he appeared, the timing was too perfect. Once or twice could be a coincidence, but frequent “accidents” were clearly premeditated.

He was following her, monitoring her every move.

He’d gone too far.

Fu Zhichen, seeing Pei Susu lost in thought, felt his heart being cut apart bit by bit. He stared stubbornly at her exquisite face, not wanting to miss even the slightest change in her expression. “Sister, tell me.”

Pei Susu saw the tears shimmering in his eyes, her lashes trembling; she was still angry. “It has nothing to do with you.”