Zhao Xiyin stared at the pregnancy test strip, which was already showing a very clear color... as if struck by lightning, she almost choked on her own breath.
Chapter 89 Come to My Gentle Universe (2)
To confirm, Zhao Xiyin looked at the image repeatedly and even searched for example images on Baidu. The two were identical.
Seeing that she hadn't come out for a long time, Ji Furong knocked on the door worriedly.
When the door lock was turned, Zhao Xiyin looked at her with a panicked expression.
Without asking, Dr. Ji knew the result just from that expression. She glanced at the pregnancy test, understood, smiled, and said, "Congratulations, Xiao west."
Zhao Xiyin still finds it hard to believe, "I've been taking precautions for the past two months."
Dr. Ji lowered his head and wrote in the medical record, "Think about it carefully again."
Thinking it over carefully, Zhao Xiyin remembered. After the New Year, they walked intimately back to Fanyue from the company. As soon as they entered, Zhou Qishen couldn't wait to have sex with her, and then they did it again in the bathroom. Although both times were short, they definitely didn't use condoms.
Later, I went to Qinghai, which took about a month, and then I returned to Beijing and had a cold war with Zhou Qishen for about a month. That was a long time.
The more Zhao Xiyin thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. "It can't be that accurate, can it?"
Dr. Ji laughed and said, "There's no such thing as accurate or inaccurate; it's just a matter of whether the time is right or not."
"No, Aunt Ji, as you know, I've never been very good at this, and my periods are irregular. Besides, I've been dancing since before the Lunar New Year." Zhao Xiyin felt like she was suffocating as she talked about it. "Even if I were really pregnant, with the intensity of my work and the environment, I would probably lose it from all the dancing."
"Nonsense." Ji Furong interrupted her, putting down the medical record and pen in her hand. "Everyone's body is different. Some pregnant women have to stay in bed to protect their pregnancy, while others insist on exercising, doing yoga, and participating in a half marathon throughout their entire pregnancy. You may lack confidence in yourself, but you can't lack confidence in your baby. Mommy isn't allowed to say things like that. The baby will hear you."
Zhao Xiyin was completely bewildered throughout the entire process.
Seeing her reaction, Ji Furong couldn't help but become suspicious and tentatively asked, "Xiao west, is there something you can't say?" She seemed to realize something and said with great regret, "It's okay, if you don't want it, I can arrange the surgery for you. But Aunt Ji wants to remind you that your health was damaged after your last miscarriage. I told you then that it might be a little more difficult for you to get pregnant in the future. If you don't plan to keep it this time, it will really be a pity."
Zhao Xiyin, who was a beat late to the party, understood immediately and shouted, "I want it! I want it! I want it!!"
The sheer scale of the place made the nurses by the door think that a troublesome medical malpractice case had arrived.
Dr. Ji smiled sincerely, "Keep your mind at ease. I'll do two more blood tests to check your hCG levels. Also, now that you're pregnant, it's not suitable for you to dance anymore."
In short, Zhao Xiyin remained completely oblivious to everything that followed. She simply did whatever the doctor told her to do. She couldn't understand any of the blood test results or indicators, but she remembered Dr. Ji's relieved words: "So smooth, the baby is doing great."
On the way back, Zhao Xiyin touched her flat and slender belly several times. She really was pregnant.
To be honest, I wasn't particularly happy.
This all happened so suddenly, it was completely outside Zhao Xiyin's plans. She had always thought she had difficulty conceiving, so the only time she didn't use a condom, she had indeed taken a chance and let it go. Furthermore, during the filming of "Nine Thoughts," she practiced leg stretches and backbends almost every day, and in Qinghai, she braved wind, frost, rain, and snow, dancing in the wind on the Gobi Desert every day in a thin summer dress, until she was completely frozen.
The thought alone sends chills down my spine.
While feeling worried, Zhao Xiyin suddenly burst out laughing. She looked down at her belly, feeling both helpless and impressed. This little rascal was quite sturdy, as if he had just sprung out of a rock.
What followed was endless melancholy and worry.
Firstly, I'm worried about my son's health. Is he really okay with me jumping around all day like this?
Secondly, she had just signed a contract with Su Ying's art center. Although there's no rule against dancers getting married and having children, the timing was too coincidental. Even if Su Ying wouldn't say anything, Zhao Xiyin herself felt guilty.
After thinking it over and over... it's all Zhou Qishen's fault.
After humiliating this person a million times from beginning to end, Zhao Xiyin felt a sweet sensation in her heart.
Just then, I received a WeChat message from Zhou Qishen. He said that he had something to do tonight and had to go to an experimental base in the south with the higher-ups. He estimated that he wouldn't be home until very late.
Zhao Xiyin typed a line of text on the screen, thought for a moment, and then deleted it.
She decided to say it in person.
Back at Fanyue, Zhao Xiyin took a shower and lay on the bed, keeping her eyes open until midnight. Unable to stay awake any longer, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt the blankets gently sink into her skin, and a warm embrace pressed against her back.
This sense of familiarity made her even more prone to sleep. Zhao Xiyin snuggled closer to the warmth and slept even more soundly.
The next morning, as soon as Zhao Xiyin opened her eyes, she saw that Zhou Qishen was already awake, leaning against the headboard replying to emails without getting out of bed. His gaze remained on the screen, but the corners of his lips were slightly upturned. "Mrs. Zhou, how come I never noticed before that you snore when you sleep?"
Zhao Xiyin, with her long legs stretched out in bed, pinched the flesh on his calf with her toes and said resentfully, "You're the one who snores!"
Zhou Qishen put the computer back, then bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I don't mind you. Even if you knock the roof off, you're still my wife, Zhou Qishen's wife."
Zhao Xiyin kicked him, both amused and exasperated, and said, "Shut up."
Zhou Qishen laughed heartily and tried to hug her and kiss her, but Zhao Xiyin pushed him away, saying, "You smell bad. Didn't you take a shower last night?"
"I washed it, it smells nice, you don't believe me? Smell it." He rambled on and on, and Zhao Xiyin knew his true nature; this was just the prelude to his lewd behavior. Just as she was about to refuse, Zhou Qishen consciously withdrew his hand, showing restraint and becoming much calmer.
"Are you free tonight?" he suddenly asked.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Xiyin looked up.
“Let’s get together. I’ll treat Lao Cheng and the others to a meal,” Zhou Qishen said. “You can come too.”
"Hmm?" Zhao Xiyin asked, puzzled. "Is something the matter?"
Zhou Qishen smiled and said, "It's alright. We've been remarried for so long, but we haven't officially told them. Heping and Lao Cheng have always been kind to you and have helped you beat me up quite a bit in the past. It's only right and proper that we, as husband and wife, should thank them."
Zhao Xiyin understood, so she readily agreed, "Okay."
Zhou Qishen's phone rang. He got out of bed to answer it, and the conversation sounded like business. Zhao Xiyin pulled the blanket up a bit, burying half her face in it, her eyes darting around.
The two months following the Lunar New Year seemed unusually busy for Zhou Qishen. He received two phone calls in the time it took to brush his teeth. He had changed into a suit, looking ready to leave. He held his phone in one hand and was tying his tie with the other.
Zhao Xiyin walked over and tiptoed slightly to help him tie his shirt. Zhou Qishen put his arm around her waist. "I'll be in the suburbs during the day. How about the driver picks you up for dinner at four in the afternoon?"