CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 131: SILLY GIRL

Song Wei pondered for a moment, feeling that Xu Shu’s considerations were not unreasonable. Treating Wanwan’s throat was of utmost importance and couldn’t be handled carelessly. It was better to wait for some time to invite an experienced Imperial Physician rather than believe some Jianghu charlatan. If anything went wrong, it would ruin Wanwan’s entire life, and by then it would be too late for him to regret.

He glanced at Xu Shu and instructed, "Keep an eye on it for me at all times. If the old Imperial Physician returns, I will personally visit him."

"Ha, quite considerate, aren’t you?"

"That’s the most basic form of manners."

Upon hearing the word "manners," Xu Shu couldn’t help but recall the scene of him being disliked by the younger members of Song Wei’s family for not being polite the first time he visited their home.

Now, looking at Song Wei, he felt a surge of unspeakable frustration in his chest, "Fine, fine, your whole family is polite, I’m just a brute, okay?"

Song Wei couldn’t understand why Xu Shu suddenly went crazy. Not wanting to bother, he didn’t say goodbye and directly went home.

Rarely, he didn’t see his little wife standing outside the door with her hands in her sleeves waiting for him as usual. The kitchen was also without the slender and busy figure, and the main room only had Song Fang.

Song Wei’s eyebrows twitched, "Where’s your sister-in-law?"

Song Fang, who was pickling salted duck eggs, looked up, glanced at Song Wei, and pointed at the adjacent room with her chin, "She’s resting. She seems to be in a bad mood, distracted throughout the day. I asked her, but she couldn’t speak. Maybe you should go check on her yourself, brother. It’s the first time I’ve seen my little sister-in-law like this since she joined our family, and she looks quite pitiful."

Before Song Fang’s words had fully landed, Song Wei had already gone out, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Wen Wan curled up on the bed, with her back facing him. Even though she was wearing clothes, the exposed small section of shoulder from the quilt couldn’t conceal her thinness.

This image indeed makes one’s heart ache.

Song Wei stepped lightly, walked to the bedside, his eyes falling on Wen Wan’s delicate and white side profile. She had her eyes closed, but her thin eyelids were trembling slightly, clearly pretending to sleep.

Song Wei didn’t expose her, extended his hand, and gently tucked the quilt covering her exposed shoulders and back. Then quietly sat down, seeming to have no intention of "waking" her.

Wen Wan didn’t hear the sound of the door closing, knowing Song Wei hadn’t left.

She was pretending to sleep, and now felt uncomfortable being watched so closely.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Wan finally lifted the quilt and sat up. Feeling a bit at a loss as her husband watched, she reached out to rub the corner of her eye to conceal it.

"Awake?"

Song Wei’s voice came, without any teasing, like he truly didn’t know she was pretending to sleep and was just waiting for her to wake up.

Wen Wan nodded, barely moving, when her monthly cycle unexpectedly arrived, overwhelming her with embarrassment and making her want to hide under the quilt immediately.

"Not feeling well these days?"

After being married for so long, Song Wei had memorized her monthly cycle.

Seeing her lying there, he couldn’t help but think.

Though life in the Song family was comfortable, Wanwan hadn’t felt emotionally distressed during her cycles in over a year.

Today was the first instance.

The cycle might have influenced her mood, but it wasn’t the main reason for her discomfort.

Thinking this, Wen Wan’s hand, hidden under the quilt, unintentionally touched her abdomen, showing loss and fear in her eyes.

Ever since she carried her mother-in-law’s advice to the Capital, she had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of a baby every day. However, all her joy seemed pointless; despite her husband’s frequent visits not being neglected by studies, despite their numerous intimate moments, her cycle still came as scheduled, and she hadn’t conceived.

When Wen Wan was with her maiden family, she couldn’t speak well, had few friends, and disliked social visits. Her stepmother didn’t provide education, and her father was unable to teach her, so she lacked many basic life skills.

When she first got her period, the thirteen-year-old Wen Wan cried in fright, but fortunately her aunt happened to visit and comforted her, taught her how to use period aids, and advised her on precautions. That was her first lesson.

Though she understood her cycle, no one taught her about childbearing.

She had always thought that after a couple’s intimacy, pregnancy would occur, and if a wife didn’t conceive, there was something wrong with her body.

For over a year, she hadn’t conceived because at crucial times, her husband would withdraw.

Her husband said it was contraception; she was still young, conceiving too early wouldn’t be good for her health, there were risks in childbirth, and even if she delivered safely, she might suffer later in life.

But before coming to the Capital, her husband was clearly ready for a child, yet after such a long time she hadn’t conceived. Was she suffering from some hidden disease?

With turbulent emotions these days, Wen Wan let her imagination run wild, feeling more and more distressed, ignoring her husband’s presence and started crying, tears streaming down.

Song Wei was frightened, quickly embracing her and gently asking, "Is Wanwan homesick?"

The young girl had relied on her father since childhood. Back in Ningzhou, it was fine because her in-laws’ and maiden family were close, allowing her to visit whenever she wished. But now, in the Capital, if she felt wronged and didn’t want to talk to her husband, only wanting to confide in her father, Song Wei really couldn’t help.

Wen Wan ignored Song Wei, leaning against him, sobbing relentlessly. After crying enough, she lacked the energy to explain, wiped her tears with her hands, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Song Wei: "..."

He laid her flat on the bed, gently brushed the tears from her lashes with his fingertips, tucked her in, and left the room.

Song Fang had finished pickling all the salted duck eggs and was washing her hands to prepare Song Wei’s dinner. Seeing him return so quickly, she asked casually, "What’s the matter with the young sister-in-law?"

"Nothing serious, she’ll be fine in a couple of days."

Even though his emotions were stirred by her crying, Song Wei maintained his usual calm demeanor, showing no hints of trouble.

Song Fang understood, "After dinner, I’ll make a bowl of brown sugar water for sister-in-law. Brother, please deliver it to her personally!"

At night, Song Wei brought dinner to Wen Wan. Knowing her cycle was due, Song Fang prepared a light meal and added a bowl of brown sugar water.

Wen Wan tried to get up to eat by herself, but Song Wei didn’t let her, thinking she felt neglected and homesick enough to cry with him by her side, he insisted on feeding her personally.

Wen Wan couldn’t resist.

Under her husband’s attentive care, Wen Wan ate half a bowl of rice and drank the brown sugar water.

After a crying session, her mood wasn’t as gloomy as during the day, ultimately explaining why she cried.

Song Wei saw her looking at him with pitiful and fearful eyes, as if afraid he would write a Divorce Letter and abandon her.

He was initially stunned, then found it a bit amusing.

This silly girl, they’ve only been trying for a month or so, isn’t it normal not to have children?