Qiao Mo nodded, tilted her head back and gulped down half a bowl.
But the next mont, she felt nauseous and put down the bowl, running straight to the bathroom, throwing up more than half.
Fu Nancheng followed, frowned, and said, "Xiao Mo, don’t drink anymore. You shouldn’t drink it in the future."
Qiao Mo leaned against the sink, her eyes red, shook her head and said, "I want to have a child."
His lips quivered slightly as he pulled her into his arms: "But seeing you like this, it breaks my heart."
Qiao Mo smiled: "This really isn’t a big deal."
Actually, she truly felt it wasn’t much; it was simply that her stomach wasn’t used to the bitterness of the herbal dicine, which made her suffer a little.
But in reality, she had already been through worse pain than this, so this minor discomfort was nothing.
He helped her back to the bedroom, and Qiao Mo sat on the sofa for a while, feeling sowhat intimidated by the remaining half bowl of the dicine.
But after a few minutes, she still picked it up.
Fu Nancheng’s large hand wrapped around hers and said, "Just take a small sip."
Qiao Mo looked at him, nodded, and took a small sip as he suggested.
After swallowing, although it was still quite bitter, fortunately, there was no sign of needing to vomit again.
Fu Nancheng peeled a candy for her, and Qiao Mo drank three or four sips intermittently but felt she might throw up again if she drank more, so she put the bowl down.
Maybe she was too anxious; as he said, it’s better to adapt slowly.
...
The next day.
Both of them got up very early; today is the day to entertain family and friends.
Even though Qiao Mo had been ho for quite so ti, she hadn’t gathered everyone for a proper al and chat.
Just because she planned to remarry Fu Nancheng, even though they won’t hold a wedding, this al was inevitable.
Fu Nancheng asked the maid to prepare a simple breakfast, worried she might be hungry.
After breakfast, Qiao Mo drank three or four sips of herbal dicine again.
Maybe after a few struggles, although she still found the taste extrely bitter, she was gradually getting used to it without throwing up.
This improved Qiao Mo’s mood a bit. She planned that if she continued like this gradually, maybe she’d be able to drink her dicine on ti.
In the car, Qiao Mo was very quiet.
Fu Nancheng gently pulled her into his arms and said in a warm voice, "Xiao Mo, let’s find a ti to get the marriage certificate."
Fu Nancheng was very anxious, always anxious.
Even though she now sleeps on the sa bed with him every day, even though she’s in his arms right now.
He’s more afraid that all of this is like a dream that she’ll disappear when he wakes up. Abandoning him again.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and softly replied: "Okay."
"How about tomorrow?" he tentatively asked.
"The day after tomorrow. I need to go to the company tomorrow, there have been many compiled tasks arranged for tomorrow that I have not attended these past few days."
"Okay." He felt a bit disappointed, even with just a day’s difference.
If it wasn’t for the arrangents today, he would really want to go to the civil affairs bureau and get the certificate today.
Qiao Mo looked up at him and laughed softly: "So eager to get the certificate?"
Fu Nancheng’s dark eyes stared at her, waiting for her to continue.
"You know we agreed on a sexless marriage."
His eyes twitched, shalessly saying, "Then wouldn’t the herbal dicine you drank be in vain? We’ve drunk it; can’t let it go to waste."
"It’s not wasted; isn’t there that thing... artificial|insemination popular now?" Qiao Mo said frankly.
Fu Nancheng’s face turned a little dark, rarely at a loss for words, choked by her.
"Artificial isn’t as good as natural."
"Who says so, that’s high technology."
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