Her arrival was met with her erratic driving.
Though accustomed to it, Zhao Shuyao still felt a wave of nausea.
She held it back, preventing herself from throwing up.
Qin Yusheng’s driving, however, showed no signs of slowing down, and as they reached the outskirts, it intensified.
Zhao Shuyao could no longer bear it and vomited everything into the man's car.
The smell of vomit quickly spread throughout the car.
Qin Yusheng’s handsome face darkened, like the bottom of a pot.
Zhao Shuyao grabbed some tissues to wipe her mouth.
Could she be blamed for this?
If he hadn’t been driving so fast, would she have vomited?
“Get out!”
Qin Yusheng roared, then quickly pulled over, opened the door, and got out.
Zhao Shuyao obediently followed him out of the car.
Standing outside the car door, she took several deep breaths of fresh air, and the smell finally dissipated from her breath.
Qin Yusheng called for a tow truck, and soon, someone from his staff arrived with a new car.
To prevent Zhao Shuyao from vomiting again, they had a driver take the wheel this time.
Zhao Shuyao drank some water, and her stomach felt a little better.
Upon arriving home, Sister Wu heard that Zhao Shuyao had vomited in the car. “Master, Miss Le, could it be… that she’s pregnant?”
Qin Yusheng frowned. Pregnant? She had been abroad for years, and he hadn’t even seen her. She was pregnant?
A father-to-be?!
The next day, before dawn, Zhao Shuyao was dragged out of the house.
What did this man want!
Zhao Shuyao was going mad. She had been woken up before she had slept enough.
They arrived at the hospital for examinations, undergoing both urine and blood tests.
While waiting for the results, Zhao Shuyao’s senses began to clear slightly.
She looked up and saw the department she was in.
It was the Obstetrics and Gynecology department!
Zhao Shuyao’s beautiful eyes widened in shock. Qin Yusheng actually suspected she was pregnant?!
She found this man utterly insane.
She couldn't help but laugh, angered by the absurdity.
“If you become a father-to-be, are you happy or not?” Although she knew she couldn’t be pregnant, Zhao Shuyao asked with a smile, deliberately.
Qin Yusheng’s veins bulged on his forehead. His temper was already high early in the morning. “You, behind my back, with that man…”
“Then it’s too many to count, so many that we might not even be able to find the father of the child!” Zhao Shuyao scoffed, crossing her arms.
This was a blatant provocation to the man!
Qin Yusheng’s face darkened, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop. “Say that again?”
Although he had placed informants around her all these years, he had no idea if she had truly been with other men.
“If you’re carrying another man’s child, then prepare for divorce! The Old Master, upon hearing this news, who knows what his reaction will be?! And then, the Zhao family will lose its protection and won’t have so much financial assistance! You need to think carefully!”
Qin Yusheng guessed that Zhao Shuyao wouldn't do such a thing, but what about yesterday’s vomiting?
Although she used to get carsick, Zhao Shuyao had never vomited before.
“Yes, if Mr. Qin becomes a father-to-be, and the outside world finds out, your head will surely be very green!”
Zhao Shuyao knew the outcome but still smiled sarcastically.
He never trusted her.
Even if he knew, what difference would it make?
All these years, this man had trampled her love under his feet.
Treating it as worthless.
Just as Qin Yusheng was about to erupt, the doctor delivered the lab reports.
Qin Yusheng scanned them quickly, his gaze then shifting to Zhao Shuyao’s bright and beautiful face.
Zhao Shuyao simply looked out the window, her eyes misty.
“It seems you’re not entirely foolish, knowing what the Qin family’s favor means to the Zhao family!”
Qin Yusheng threw down the lab report and got up to leave.
Zhao Shuyao sat alone on the chair, her long eyelashes drooping, a faint smile curling her lips.
She let out a sarcastic laugh.
She was still harboring hopes, but for what?
Even though Shen Xueer had become a vegetable, all of this man’s affection was still directed towards Shen Xueer.
Quiet Garden.
Jiang Shiyu stood in the open-plan kitchen, wearing an apron, washing fruit, and then cutting it into pieces.
She placed them into a bento box.
Murong Cheng had gone to Port City on a business trip.
Now was the best time to ask Si Han about Ruo Feng.
Jiang Shiyu picked up the fruit bento and went out.
It took half an hour to reach the gate of the villa in the Changning suburbs.
Jiang Shiyu raised her hand and knocked on the door.
The servant from that day opened the door and was surprised to see her. “Madam Rong?”
“I want to see Mr. Si Han,” Jiang Shiyu said, glancing behind the servant.
“Please wait a moment.” The servant turned and went inside.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Shiyu followed him in, even faster than the servant.
She entered the inner room first.
The room was filled with smoke, and the air carried a faint bitter smell of medicine.
Initially, it felt uncomfortable, but after a few more breaths, the herbal scent was quite refreshing, even having a hint of sweetness that slid down her throat.
“Mr. Si, I couldn’t stop her. Madam Rong insisted on seeing you.”
The servant rushed in, anxious and wronged, to explain.
Jiang Shiyu took a breath, then looked up and saw the man sitting in a carved wheelchair.
Through the swirling smoke, the man’s features were cold, but his peach-blossom eyes were misty, with upturned corners, appearing both frivolous and devilishly charming.
Jiang Shiyu’s breath hitched.
Although both Murong Cheng and Si Han were stunningly handsome,
their temperaments were completely different.
Si Han was like an immortal lord, with a cool, detached, and ethereal aura.
Perhaps due to his long illness, his thin frame added a touch of ethereal charm.
The moment she saw him, she almost felt she was in an immortal palace, not the mortal world.
“Mr. Si, I am Jiang Shiyu.”
Jiang Shiyu regained her senses, stood firm, and introduced herself.
Si Han lazily glanced at her, his expression neither happy nor sad, perhaps due to his frailty or his extreme coolness. “Is Ah Cheng looking for me?”
It was evident that Si Han and Murong Cheng had a close relationship.
“Ah Cheng asked me to bring you some fruit. You are frail, and he’s away on business and can’t look after you, so he asked me to come…”
These words, let alone Si Han, even the servant beside him could tell.
He couldn’t help but look at Jiang Shiyu more closely.
Mr. Murong rarely came here, let alone took care of him, so it was clearly a lie.
Why would Mr. Murong’s wife come to visit so warmly?
Their master was sickly, and couldn’t compare to the healthy and handsome Mr. Murong.
It couldn’t be that she had fallen in love with their master, could it?
Then why was she being so attentive?
Jiang Shiyu walked over on her own and placed the bento box with the fruit by Si Han’s hand.
“Do you have a chronic condition with your legs?”
She had seen Si Han in a wheelchair both times.
The servant was about to say something.
Si Han raised his hand and waved, signaling the servant not to speak, then said softly, “My parents died when I was young, and I was disabled in a car accident. I was fortunate to meet Mr. Murong, who saved my life.” “So that’s how it is…”
From then on, Jiang Shiyu visited frequently and gradually became familiar.
One day, while browsing, she entered Si Han’s study and saw a stack of letters on his desk.
Jiang Shiyu’s hand moved on its own, and she glanced at them, but did not touch them.