CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138: AN ACCIDENTAL ENCOUNTER AT THE HOSPITAL

"You don’t even remember your own special day, yet you’re planning to visit Aunt’s place. Aren’t you afraid your tummy might feel uncomfortable, little dummy."

Jiang Jingming affectionately pinched Sang Yu’s nose.

Sang Yu was taken aback. Was this why he didn’t want her to go out?

"You remembered my special day today?"

Jiang Jingming: "What can I do? There’s a little dummy who always forgets, so I have to remember."

As Jiang Jingming spoke, he got up, took out something he’d prepared from the drawer, and handed it to Sang Yu, saying, "I’ll go cook some brown sugar water for you. Go change your clothes first."

Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming, and a warm sensation surged in her heart.

In the evening, Jiang Jingming embraced Sang Yu, massaging her tummy.

His hands were large and warm, and with his warmth radiating from behind, she felt incredibly secure.

At this moment, she understood the essence of happiness.

Without realizing it, Sang Yu fell asleep.

Once Sang Yu’s breathing was steady, Jiang Jingming finally relaxed.

...

By the next day, Sang Yu suddenly remembered something.

She was still menstruating, which meant she wasn’t pregnant yet, but given how frequently she and Jiang Jingming were together, how could it be that she hadn’t become pregnant?

Sang Yu was lost in thought over this matter.

Is it him who has issues?

It couldn’t be Jiang Jingming; he’s quite adequate.

Could it be that she can’t conceive?

But that didn’t seem right either; her former self supposedly had a child in a previous life.

How could she not be getting pregnant now?

This question lingered in Sang Yu’s mind, occupying her thoughts for several days.

That day, while Jiang Jingming went to work, Sang Yu quietly went to the hospital for a check-up.

She wanted to find out what was really going on.

However, after the examination, the doctor’s results didn’t indicate any major issues, just a little coldness in the uterus, which was improving with the ongoing herbal treatment.

In fact, the issue of uterine coldness was gradually improving, so in theory, it shouldn’t prevent pregnancy.

"I suggest you let your man come for a check-up too," the doctor advised Sang Yu.

Sang Yu: "Alright, I understand. Thank you, doctor."

Sang Yu held the examination report, puzzled, wondering if Jiang Jingming was really infertile.

But his nightly performance hardly suggested any infertility.

"Sang Yu!"

Sang Yu looked up and saw Song Jiajia standing before her.

Song Jiajia’s belly was already slightly rounded.

Her gaze shifted from the belly to Song Jiajia’s face, which looked somewhat haggard.

"What brings you here?" Song Jiajia looked at Sang Yu, her gaze filled with malice.

Sang Yu sneered, "Why, isn’t it odd for me to be here? The hospital isn’t owned by you."

Song Jiajia: "Are you pregnant or something?"

This was the gynecology department, and Sang Yu’s visit indicated she was pregnant.

Sang Yu didn’t offer an explanation: "That seems unrelated to you."

Song Jiajia reached out to grab the check-up report from Sang Yu, but Sang Yu dodged her.

"What are you doing?" Sang Yu frowned, intending not to quarrel with a pregnant woman.

Although Song Jiajia wasn’t a good person, it wouldn’t be right to affect the innocent child in her belly.

"I just want to see; why are you so tense?" Song Jiajia’s gaze was cold, like a venomous snake.

"This is my examination report; you have no right nor the qualification to see it." Sang Yu’s expression was indifferent.

Just then, Lu Hao also came over.

Lu Hao had just finished paying the fees, and the thought of spending money hurt him. He hoped Song Jiajia would give birth to a son; otherwise, he would make her repay a hundredfold.

"Sang Yu?" Upon seeing Sang Yu, Lu Hao’s eyes lit up.

Today, Sang Yu wore a bright-colored wool coat, paired with slightly spicy jeans and a pair of low heels, exuding elegance.

Lu Hao found himself unable to take his eyes off her, regretting even more that such a woman should’ve been his.

Sang Yu merely glanced coldly at Lu Hao.

"Why are you here?" Lu Hao cautiously inquired.

Sang Yu replied coldly, "That’s none of your business."

Song Jiajia noticed Lu Hao’s gaze on Sang Yu, her eyes growing colder.

She couldn’t forget how Lu Hao called out Sang Yu’s name in his dreams over the past few nights.

"She might be pregnant." Song Jiajia smirked.

She wanted to see Lu Hao’s expression after learning Sang Yu might be pregnant.

Sure enough, upon hearing Song Jiajia’s words, Lu Hao’s expression immediately froze.

He felt as if something of his had been defiled by another.

"Are you pregnant?"

Although it should have been curiosity, coming from Lu Hao, it sounded like accusation.

Sang Yu looked at Song Jiajia and Lu Hao as if they were idiots: "You two are pretty funny, caring so much about my belly. Are you planning to raise my child?"

Lu Hao frowned: "How can you be pregnant, Sang Yu?"

Lu Hao felt extremely uncomfortable, as though Sang Yu shouldn’t be pregnant.

"What a ridiculous thing to say. What does my pregnancy have to do with you?"

Song Jiajia saw Lu Hao’s expression, clenching her fists by her side.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, a calculating glint in her eyes.

Looking at Sang Yu, her tone suddenly softened: "You’re pregnant. Where’s your man? It’s so pitiful; we are family relatives. Why not let your cousin accompany you?"

Her words were full of concern for Sang Yu.

Lu Hao was surprised at Song Jiajia’s understanding nature, but also quite eager inwardly.

Sang Yu looked disgustedly at Song Jiajia: "Are you okay? I don’t need it."

Lu Hao quickly said: "Jiajia is right. I’m already accompanying Jiajia, so I can help take care of you too."

Sang Yu felt nauseated to the point of nearly vomiting, called them crazy, and then left swiftly.

Lu Hao watched Sang Yu’s departing silhouette, feeling somewhat unreconciled.

Song Jiajia observed the whole scene, a trace of mockery flickering in her eyes.

Momentarily visible but fleeting.

"How pitiful, Jiang Jingming might be too busy to accompany cousin, really inconvenient. If only someone could be with her." Song Jiajia’s tone carried a touch of pity.

These words entered Lu Hao’s ears, inciting his imagination.

If he could stay by Sang Yu’s side to take care of her, might he win her back?

After Song Jiajia gave birth to the child, he could divorce her and then marry Sang Yu.

After all, Sang Yu had been married just like him. He wouldn’t mind if she carried Jiang Jingming’s child.

Thinking of this, Lu Hao suddenly felt excited.

All of this was observed by Song Jiajia.

Sang Yu, why should you be so brilliantly radiant in both lives, while I aim to bring you down to ruin.

Since I’m miserable, you shouldn’t expect happiness.

When your reputation is finally ruined, let’s see whether Jiang Jingming will still want you.

Even at death, I’ll drag you down to hell with me!