Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 168 No, Impossible

Lin Shi reached out his hand to her, and Qin Zhao placed the building blocks in her hand into his palm.

The building blocks are arranged.

Lin Shi: "You go first."

Qin Zhao pursed his lips: "I don't want to play anymore, you can play by yourself."

Lin Shi clicked his tongue: "What do you mean? You're not going to play anymore now that I'm here!"

Qin Zhao went upstairs with a blank expression, walking hurriedly. When he saw Qin Qiong in the room, his eyes widened slightly.

Qin Qiong saw her and smiled gently: "Zhaozhao. Mom was just looking for you. Didn't we say we were going for a walk together this afternoon?"

Qin Zhao looked at her, his mind filled with the thought that Qin Qiong was carrying a son.

She is not Qin Qiong's child.

No, it's impossible.

Qin Qiong was pregnant with a son.

"Zhaozhao, what's wrong?" Qin Qiong noticed that her face looked pale, so he came over and took her hand, only to find it was ice cold.

She placed the back of her hand on Qin Zhao's forehead: "Are you sick?"

Qin Zhao forgot to blink. At first, she was not used to Qin Qiong's closeness, but later she liked it when she touched her.

Now, Qin Qiong's concerned gaze and warmth felt like a knife slowly torturing her.

What if, what if all of this is fake...

No, it's impossible.

She opened her mouth, her lips a little sore from being pursed so tightly for so long, and her voice was hoarse as she said, "Mom."

Qin Qiong responded and pulled her to sit down: "What's wrong, Zhao Zhao?"

"Zhaozhao, why are your hands shaking?"

Qin Zhao wanted to ask, but no sound came out.

She was breathing rapidly, her ears were ringing sharply, and she could no longer hear what Qin Qiong was saying; she could only vaguely see her lips moving.

"Zhaozhao! Zhaozhao! Don't scare your mother!"

Head hurts.

Qin Zhao covered his ears with both hands. It was so noisy! So noisy!

Head hurts.

"Zhao Zhao!"

Qin Zhao curled up into a ball, the watch on his wrist beeping a red warning light, his heart rate had reached 142.

"Zhao Zhao!"

"Ah Zheng! Ah Zheng!"

Qin Zhao pounded his head with his fist, trying to silence the ringing in his head.

Stop! Stop!
Qin Qiong wanted to pull open her clothes to help her breathe more easily.

Qin Zhao gripped her hand tightly, his eyes bloodshot, and the veins on his neck bulging.

Qin Qiong had no choice but to give up. Holding her hand, she forced herself to calm down: "Zhaozhao, don't worry, follow Mommy, inhale—exhale—"

Qin Zhao's facial muscles were trembling slightly; her mouth was open, like a dying fish. Her eyes seemed to say, "Save me."

Qin Qiong's hand was being held tightly by her, so he couldn't help her catch her breath. He could only gently pat her shoulder and say, "Relax, Mom's here, Mom's here. Inhale—exhale—"

With Qin Qiong's comforting and guiding, the beeping of the watch lessened, and the heart rate fluctuated around 100.

Qin Zhao simply looked at Qin Qiong, tears welling up in his eyes, which then trickled down to his ears.

Lin Zheng and Lin Shi also rushed over, and Aunt Wang immediately contacted the family doctor and the hospital.

Qin Qiong breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she had calmed down, and then cried out in fear, "How did it suddenly turn out like this?"

Qin Zhao's body was still trembling slightly, but his breathing gradually became steady.

Lin Shi asked Lin Zheng, "Is Qin Zhao sick?"

Lin Zheng gave him an unpleasant look, and he immediately shut his mouth. After recovering slightly, Qin Zhao spoke, his voice weak: "I'm fine."

"How could you be alright?" Qin Qiong cried as she hugged her. "You scared your mother to death just now."

Qin Zhao tried to raise her hand, but found she had no strength. The thought made her head start to ache again.

She forced herself not to think about it.

After the family doctor arrived, he used a portable device to perform screenings such as fingertip blood oxygenation, real-time blood glucose, and pupil light reflex.

Qin Zhao was now able to control her body, and she repeated, "I'm fine."

The doctor looked at Qin Qiong and Lin Zheng: "You two don't need to worry too much, your physiological indicators have basically returned to normal."

"That was just now—"

Qin Zhao's hand twitched slightly as he listened to the doctor's reply.

"A brief lapse in mental regulation, an immediate reaction caused by an excessive stress level in the nervous system," the doctor said tactfully. "Have you recently experienced any sudden changes or something unbearable?"

Startled, Lin Shi subconsciously looked at Qin Zhao, wondering if it was caused by what Lin Wanhua had said!

Qin Zhao pursed his lips but did not speak.

The doctor had no intention of prying into privacy; he simply offered a solution: "If you encounter a similar situation in the future, you can place borneol under your tongue and use the 4-2-6 breathing method to relieve the symptoms."

Qin Qiong and Lin Zheng saw the doctor out, and when they were alone, the doctor finally asked, "What was her mental state like before?"

"He's a bit reserved, but he has no problem communicating with people and doing daily life, and he smiles a lot... Is it a psychological problem?"

Doctor: "It's highly likely to be acute stress-induced autonomic dysfunction. We can schedule a consultation with a neurologist to determine the specifics."

Qin Zhao's face turned pale, and his mind went completely blank.

She hated the feeling of her body being out of control just now, and she was worried about how to explain it later.

Lin Shi tentatively asked somewhat awkwardly, "Did you hear what Aunt Wanhua said?"

Qin Zhao's hands trembled involuntarily again. She pursed her lips and clenched her fists to suppress it.

She asked, "Could you please leave first?"

Just as Lin Shi was about to speak, Lin Zheng called out to him.

He was already feeling guilty, and now he felt even more guilty.

Lin Zheng asked him what had happened.

"It's nothing." He glanced away awkwardly, lacking confidence.

Qin Qiong and Lin Zheng knew his temperament all too well.

"Nothing is nothing, and that's exactly what it is." Lin Zheng said authoritatively without being angry. "Zhao Zhao was playing with you before she went upstairs. If it wasn't you, then who was it?"

Qin Qiong, unusually, didn't speak up for him: "Xiao Shi, you're the older brother. Doesn't it hurt to see Zhao Zhao like that? What exactly happened?"

"What does this have to do with me? It wasn't me who said it." Lin Shi hated being interrogated. He was very annoyed, and seeing his parents standing on the same side because of Qin Zhao questioning him made him even more annoyed.

People's hearts are always biased. Whose side are your parents on?
She's more cunning than you...

Lin Wanhua's words were like a curse, constantly drilling into his ears.

Could Qin Zhao be faking it?
Lin Shi cursed inwardly, thinking, "Qin Zhao's acting can't be that bad, his face has even changed color."

He scratched his head, looking annoyed.

Qin Qiong astutely seized on his words: "If it wasn't you who said it, then who said it?"

"..."

Under their persistent questioning, Lin Shi recounted everything in detail: "She said Qin Zhao was suffering outside, and must harbor a lot of resentment..."

He was also observing his parents' reactions.

His parents' faces were deathly pale, not much better than Qin Zhao's.

Lin Zheng grabbed Qin Qiong's hand and stopped him: "That's enough!"

"You made me say it," he replied, then shut up when he saw Lin Zheng's unfriendly expression.

"It's understandable that you blame me," Qin Qiong murmured.

(End of this chapter)