She couldn’t reveal that!
"Director Li, I have tried my best!"
Whether she could get in, honestly, was beyond her control.
...
"Where is Dr. Du? I need to find him. My wife had a miscarriage, and he was in charge of her treatnt. My wife has been suffering from insomnia and being startled easily. I need him to prescribe her so dicine."
Shang Jingchen recalled what Yuan Jiayin had told him one night about her nightmares revisiting her past traumas and the loss of their child. He felt intensely guilty and thought he had been overly suspicious.
That’s why he had co to find a doctor, to get her so dicine to help her sleep better.
One of the colleagues in the sa departnt expressed surprise, "He has already been fired, didn’t you know?"
Shang Jingchen was taken aback: "When did this happen, and why?"
"Not long ago, he was reported for selling fake dicine and trafficking aborted fetuses, among other illegal activities. He’s currently in jail."
Shang Jingchen was stunned. The genteel-looking doctor had no sense of professional ethics.
He was capable of such atrocious acts.
The man had even treated Jiayin. Could there have been complications?
"How does your hospital handle things, letting such an unethical man be my wife’s primary doctor? What if sothing happened to my wife, how would you compensate?" He was furious.
The doctor looked aggrieved, "President Shang, it’s not our fault. Your wife had specifically requested him as her primary doctor. Dr. Du told us he had a good rapport with your wife."
"What did you say? My wife was close to him?" Shang Jingchen was shocked.
How could Jiayin be acquainted with such an unethical man?
"Yes, he said that he and your wife were friends."
Shang Jingchen left the hospital with a heavy heart, weighed down by disappointnt.
No matter how much he thought about it, he could not imagine Jiayin would be friends with such a morally bankrupt jerk. The doctor’s words played back in his mind.
Dr. Du, a man who sold fake dicine and trafficked aborted fetuses, dared to do such disgusting things. Could he have...?
Shang Jingchen was reminded of Ye Lu’s words; she had once refuted angrily that she didn’t push Jiayin and ntioned suspicions regarding Jiayin’s pregnancy.
He was suddenly jolted; what he had always refused to believe now stirred doubts in his heart.
At night, he returned to the Shang’s villa, a man lost in his thoughts.
Yuan Jiayin noticed his state and felt a sinking feeling. Lately, his previously warm attitude towards her had cooled. She knew if this continued, his affection for her would fade away entirely, and he would start suspecting her.
After dinner, she went to the bathroom, put on a sexy nightdress, styled herself like a sensual Persian cat, then pounced on him; seductively teasing, kissing his chin, and slithering her hand under his clothes to caress his sensitive areas.
With her skilled advances, Shang Jingchen’s breaths grew deeper, low and husky, as he forced her down onto the bed.
She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck, eagerly reciprocating the intimate mont.
In the heat of the mont, she heard him ask, "When was the last ti we were intimate?"
"More than a month ago, don’t you rember?" She responded subconsciously.
The man on top of her abruptly stiffened, rose to his feet and stared at her with a strange look on his face.
She imdiately felt nervous; sothing was certainly wrong: "What’s the matter?"
"I heard from the doctors that after a miscarriage, sexual intimacy should be avoided for at least a month. The last ti we were together, it hadn’t even been a month since your miscarriage, right?"
Yuan Jiayin’s face instantly turned pale, and she tried to explain hurriedly: "I just needed so comfort, so I wouldn’t feel so despondent. My health is generally good, so it didn’t cause any harm."
Yet Shang Jingchen looked visibly upset, climbed out of the bed, put on his clothes, and went to the study.
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