Wen Qiao had a sensitive sense of sll. She wrinkled her nose, caught a whiff of a faint ginger scent, and frowned in disdain, "I’m not drinking this stuff; it has ginger in it."
Jiang Yao looked emotionlessly at the delicate figure lying on the bed, "Even if you don’t like it, you still need to drink it. Ginger dispels cold."
Wen Qiao pursed her lips but drank it anyway.
Xiao Chu wasn’t as fierce as Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, while Xiao Chu was soft in both voice and heart. She looked at Wen Qiao, whose face had lost all its color, her heart twisting with concern, "What would you like to eat? I’ll go buy it for you."
"There’s nothing I feel like eating," Wen Qiao shook her head, "You guys go ahead and have your al. Just bring back whatever."
"You go ahead and eat, I’ll stay here with her," Jiang Yao told Xiao Chu.
But Wen Qiao did not agree, "Go with Xiao Chu. I wouldn’t be at ease with her going alone in a place we are not familiar with. I’ll just stay in the hotel, I don’t need anyone with ."
She looked at Jiang Yao and then at Xiao Chu, took out her cellphone and shook it slightly, "I’m going to call my man. I can’t really let loose with you guys here."
"..."
"If you need anything, call us. We’ll be back soon."
Wen Qiao nodded repeatedly.
Jiang Yao stood up from the bed and left with Xiao Chu.
The heating pad was already warming up, and the warmth on her lower abdon significantly eased Wen Qiao’s nstrual cramps.
She turned over, opened WeChat, and clicked on Fu Jinghen’s chat to send a video call request.
The ringing sound lasted a while, but Fu Jinghen did not answer, until the video call hung up automatically.
Wen Qiao did not mind, figuring that Fu Jinghen might be busy. She exited WeChat and scrolled through Weibo.
The temperature in the room was a bit high, and the warmth baking her lower abdon made Wen Qiao feel drowsy.
The phone in her palm gradually tilted to one side, as the curled-up figure on the bed closed her eyes.
Pain in her lower abdon, akin to an electric drill jackhamring, did not let Wen Qiao sleep well, and she even had an absurdly lodramatic dream.
In the dream, she had married Fu Jinghen because of a family alliance, but Fu Jinghen did not love her. He always harbored a fla for an old sweetheart.
However, the old sweetheart did not fancy him; she had eyes only for Fu Jinghen’s nephew.
Yet Wen Qiao was madly in love with Fu Jinghen and treated him well without expecting anything in return.
Their life together was respectful, until one day, Fu Jinghen’s old sweetheart suddenly returned to the country, disrupting the peace.
Fu Jinghen wanted a divorce, even though his old sweetheart did not love him back. He wanted to devote himself fully to her.
The man handed her the divorce agreent. She cried, refusing to agree. The man, who had never shown her a cold face before, was extrely indifferent in the dream, forcibly grabbing her hand to sign the divorce agreent, then left without looking back.
The old sweetheart waited by the door, greeted him as he ca out, and they left together, laughing and chatting.
anwhile, Wen Qiao was left sitting on the ground, disgraced, tears blurring her vision as she watched their departing figures.
The scene shifted suddenly to FS Corporation’s top-floor office.
From a bird’s-eye view, Wen Qiao saw herself, pregnant with a large belly, tidying up Fu Jinghen’s ssy desk in his office.
A noise ca from the door, and she put down what she was holding and walked over, supporting her waist.
"You’re back—"
The rest of her words stuck in her throat when she saw the tall man embracing another woman, and the bright smile on her face froze.
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