Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

In the evening, Sheng Yang really invited Professor Zhao again.

He felt Xiang Ran's pulse and said after a while, "Mrs. Sheng, you haven't been sleeping well lately, have you?"

"Yeah." Xiang Ran nodded.

"Relax. Let me see your tongue."

Stick out your tongue towards Ran.

"I'll give you a traditional Chinese medicine prescription—Banxia Houpu Decoction with modifications."

Xiang Ran: "Professor, are you talking about the first prescription you use to regulate your emotions - the Eight-Flavor Decoction for Relieving Anxiety?"

"Indeed, it seems that Mrs. Sheng has really put a lot of effort into her traditional Chinese medicine. This medicine is mainly used to clear away heat and relieve restlessness. I will reduce the dosage and prescribe a prescription that is safe for pregnant women."

"Thank you so much, Professor. I'm going upstairs to get the medical record you wrote last time. Please sit down for a moment."

After Sheng Yang left, Professor Zhao said to Xiang Ran, "Mrs. Sheng, have you been feeling a little anxious and overly worried lately? ... The baby in your belly and the mother are one. Your emotions will affect the child. No matter what, you should relax."

Xiang Ran just remembered that she had been frowning since the beginning of this month. She had spent too much energy on getting the marriage certificate, and the prenatal education she had done before was probably ineffective.

"Yes, Professor, you are right. I will pay attention to that next time."

"You can talk to Mr. Sheng when you have time. Although he's young, he's a knowledgeable and down-to-earth person. I can tell he genuinely cares about you." Professor Zhao took a sip of tea and put down the cup. "But I'm not his lobbyist."

Xiang Ran smiled and said, "I know this. If you don't want to, even the president can't invite you to his home."

"That's not necessarily true. You think too highly of me. But what I just said is that a doctor should be caring and compassionate."

Sheng Yang brought the medical records, and Professor Zhao prescribed the medicine and then said goodbye.

Sheng Yang walked him to the door.

"Professor Zhao, is my wife okay? She almost fainted this morning. The hospital's internist said she had a cold and some low blood sugar."

"That's the Western medical explanation. According to Chinese medicine, she hasn't been sleeping well these days, hasn't enjoyed her appetite, and her body's resistance has weakened. Coupled with catching a cold last night or this morning, these symptoms are causing her. Don't worry too much, Mr. Sheng. Just let nature take its course, be more tolerant, and don't put too much pressure on her. It's nothing serious. Some of the herbs in the medicine are quite bitter, so if she feels better, it's okay if she doesn't finish the rest."

Sheng Yang felt relieved after hearing his explanation.

-

Back in the room, Sheng Yang said to Xiang Ran, "I just asked Xiao Chen to go to Minkang Medical Clinic to get some medicine."

"Is anyone here this late?"

Sheng Yang: "I called the person in charge there, and he will arrange for someone to go to the pharmacy."

"Actually, it's okay to go get the medicine tomorrow morning. Who knows, they might already be home from get off work."

Sheng Yang: "I want to boil the medicine tonight, so you can have a good sleep after drinking it. Well, at worst, I can tell the person in charge of the clinic and give them overtime pay."

Xiang Ran: "I want to go to sleep first."

"I'm going to take a shower and will be with you soon." Sheng Yang unbuttoned a cufflink and placed it on the bedside table.

"Honey, my belly is big now, I want to sleep alone."

"What?" Sheng Yang paused as he unbuttoned his other cufflink. "Is it... because I've been too tired these past few nights and snore?"

"No, I just can't sleep well right now, so I want to try sleeping alone."

Sheng Yang froze there.

They had been sleeping together every night for so long that they were used to it.

But Professor Zhao also told him to give in to her.

"Okay." He picked up the cufflink on the counter, his heart sinking.

"How about I help you take all the clothes you're going to wear tomorrow from your closet to your room." Xiang Ran opened the closet.

Sheng Yang turned around and held her hand: "No need. I'll come get it tomorrow morning."

His words and attitude were firm, his hands were firm, and his eyes were staring intently.

Xiang Ran nodded: "Okay. Let's do as you say..."

"Is it about getting a marriage certificate...you don't—"

Xiang Ran interrupted him: "No! I respect you on the matter of getting the marriage certificate."

"Actually, it's not that I'm unwilling to adapt. Don't forget that I used to be almost a bachelor." He looked at her with a gleaming gaze. "But now, everything is different. I want to give you and the child the best, so... after much thought, I've decided that getting a marriage certificate will only bring you tangible benefits... I have no reason not to insist."

"Yes, I understand." She didn't look up at him.

Sheng Yang was deflated.

He released her hand and said, "Will you get up and drink the medicine when it's ready? It might be a little late."

"Well, when the time comes... let Xiaofu or Aunt Zeng bring it up." Xiang Ran said in a low voice.

"Okay. Then you take a rest first. If anything happens... just call me. I'll be home."

-

Return to the study.

Sheng Yang felt a little tired.

The document bag containing the marriage certificate was placed on the table.

She asked him to keep the marriage certificate and only took away an extra photo.

You should be very happy after getting the certificate.

He thought she would be happy too.

Two people who have had physical contact can easily feel each other's emotions. She was obviously in a low mood today.

Sheng Yang felt quite frustrated.

He put the file bag into the drawer - no matter what, they were already a real couple.

In the future, he will definitely treat her well.

Maybe she is still worried now, but he will eventually let her know that he is someone worthy of trust.

Thinking of this, the gloom is less.

But the night was long, and when he thought of the warmth in his wife's room, he really didn't want to go back to the room where he had slept before.

I opened the computer and clicked on the mailbox, and saw unread emails like snowflakes.

As I read each letter, time passed by slowly.

Oh, so this is what work means.

I stretched and saw that it was already past one in the middle of the night.

He sighed.

Just as I was about to stand up and go to my bedroom, I felt reluctant.

So I decided to spend the night on the sofa in the study. It would be dawn soon anyway, right?

My phone is running low on battery.

The charger was still in her room, which was a "foreshadowing" he had laid for himself. Originally, he wanted to shamelessly take the charger and get under the quilt.

But it's indeed a bit late now.

Why not go in and take a look at her, and bring the charger to the study.

-

Gently pushing open the bedroom door, a familiar fragrance filled my nose, mixed with a faint hint of medicine.

It seems that the medicine has been taken.

There was a small lamp on by the bed.

Did you not turn off the lights because you were afraid of the dark?

little things!

Afraid of the dark, but also want to sleep alone?

Sheng Yang felt very aggrieved. When he was a child, his grandmother said that he slept well, and the Sheng family's nanny also praised him for sleeping well.

Why did she dislike him?

He tiptoed to the bedside, only to find that the charger and data cable he had plugged in were gone???

He looked around but couldn't find his charger.

Just as I was about to go out, I looked down and found my wife sleeping soundly.

He leaned over and helped her pull up the corner of the quilt.

Thinking of how she had covered him with a blanket at night before, Sheng Yang felt a warm feeling in his heart.

It turns out that covering a blanket with the person you love is such a heartwarming thing.

He whispered softly, "Little thing! I won't bother with you today!"

-

Xiang Ran didn't make a sound until Sheng Yang walked out of the room.

She also couldn't sleep tonight.

She had recently gotten used to listening to him read poetry every night, telling her about business matters, his ambitions, and the baby. She was even more used to the two of them cuddling in each other's arms and his warm embrace.

In the bedroom, he was always much gentler than he was outside during the day.

In fact, Xiang Ran suspected that Sheng Yang must have been a gentle boy when he was young, and his cold temperament and hard shell might have been acquired.

Of course, this was just her speculation.

Because when she heard him mutter "little thing", she couldn't help but think of his bad temper - it must be innate.