When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

Fu Shengyang stood there, his dark eyes fixed on the bulge on the bed.

After a long while, he moved away.

As An Xiaoyue heard his footsteps fade into the distance, tears welled up in her eyes and poured onto her pillow like a flood, leaving a damp and warm stain.

People only make the calmest and most self-beneficial decisions when they are grieving.

An Xiaoyue, you're amazing.

Don't be afraid of Fu Shengyang, be brave and express your needs.

"Young lady."

An Xiaoyue was encouraging and comforting herself when she suddenly heard Cui Ma's voice.

Before she could even wipe away her tears, Aunt Cui was already at her bedside.

"Oh dear~" Cui Ma frowned and said with heartache, "Why are you crying like this? Young Master has gone too far."

"No..." An Xiaoyue grabbed the corner of the blanket, wiped her face to remove her tears, and denied, "It has nothing to do with Mr. Fu."

"How can it be nothing! Apart from the young master, who would dare to make the young mistress so angry? Everyone in the Fu Garden cares about the young mistress."

Cui Ma was indignant, but she didn't mention a word about the young master's instruction to apply ice.

Cui's mother took out the prepared ice spoon and ice pack and applied them to her red and swollen eyes.

"Don't cry, don't cry, let Aunt Cui put an ice pack on your eyes. They're all swollen like fish eyes," Aunt Cui coaxed gently.

An Xiaoyue smiled through her tears, "Thank you, Aunt Cui."

"Don't cry, it's not a big deal, it will pass."

"Okay, Aunt Cui," An Xiaoyue replied sweetly, her heart gradually brightening as Aunt Cui spoke.

It's really nothing serious.

She and Fu Shengyang got married because she was pregnant; it was a marriage agreement.

Everything will be done in accordance with the terms of the agreement, and other matters will not be interfered with.

What Fu Shengyang does outside is none of her business, so why should she hold a grudge?

However, Fu Shengyang made one mistake.

It's not that she no longer needs him, nor that she used him up after her mother was discharged from the hospital.

My mother's illness still requires the Leng family to diagnose and prescribe medicine; she should do her duty.

She thought that hearing Fu Shengyang talk about his mother firsthand meant they had taken a step closer.

Because of Fu Shengyang's intimate behavior, she misunderstood the relationship between the two.

From now on, she will no longer overestimate her importance in Fu Shengyang's heart.

The ice pack worked very well; An Xiaoyue's red and swollen eyes were relieved in just over ten minutes.

"Aunt Cui, I'll have dinner at Shuixieju. If Mom asks, please tell her I'm tired from playing and going to bed first."

She's not in a good mood today and can't face her mother.

"Alright, young mistress, please rest."

As Cui Ma packed her things and left the room, she was startled by the tall gatekeeper standing beside the door.

What a rascal, young master! Why was he hiding by the door eavesdropping?

If I had known the young mistress would cry, and I didn't have the ability to comfort her, why didn't I just go along with her in everything?

"She's not crying anymore, she's asleep," Cui Ma reported.

"Mm." Fu Shengyang nodded and turned to go to the study.

After applying ice, An Xiaoyue felt her eyes were less uncomfortable.

She wrapped herself in the blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, Cui Ma woke her up for dinner.

I took a shower, packed up the things I needed for the internship, and then went to sleep again.

Without Fu Shengyang disturbing her, she slept very well.

When he got up, Fu Shengyang was no longer at home.

She sat at the table eating breakfast, and seeing that it was almost time, tentatively started to speak.

"Aunt Cui, I'm going out."

"Okay, I'll have Shang Qi prepare."

An Xiaoyue noticed that Cui Ma's tone and expression were just as they had always been.

Did Fu Shengyang not say anything to Cui Ma?

Or was he just too busy and forgot?

Or does his lack of explicit objection mean he agreed?

An Xiaoyue was unsure of Fu Shengyang's thoughts.

But once she made a decision, she was determined to go.

She packed her things and went out, and sure enough, Shang Qi had already driven out in his car.

Good morning, young mistress.

An Xiaoyue remembered Fu Shengyang's words and asked Shang Qi, "Are you feeling better?"

Shang Qi was touched and nodded in response, "Thank you for your concern, Madam. My period ended on the first day, and I don't feel anything anymore."

The answer was ambiguous, and An Xiaoyue was unsure, so she asked Shang Qi directly.

Has your young master contacted you?

"No."

Shang Qi's eyes didn't seem to be lying.

It seems that Fu Shengyang did not lie to her; he did not punish Shang Qi.

"Let's go to Zhongkangtang."

The temperature in Beijing is getting lower and lower. The wind is freezing your face. Pedestrians on the street are all bundled up, with only their eyes showing.

At this time of year in previous years, the ground would already be covered in snow.

Climate change is a global problem; melting glaciers bring with them a host of viruses.

Preventing disease before it occurs is currently the only way to protect oneself.

At 8:20, Cullinan stopped in front of Zhongkangtang.

An Xiaoyue, knowing that Shang Qi was still menstruating, took it upon herself to tell Shang Qi that she would be at Zhongkangtang all day and could pick her up at 5 p.m.

After watching her enter, Shang Qi started the car and drove away.

An Xiaoyue hid behind the door and only believed that Fu Shengyang had not contacted Shang Qi after seeing that Shang Qi had really left.

When she first moved into Fu Garden, Shang Qi stayed by her side constantly.

As they gradually became more familiar with each other, Shang Qi would stroll around the campus while she was in class.

If Fu Shengyang had approached Shang Qi, Shang Qi would have been afraid of being punished and would never have dared to leave.

Relieved that she hadn't burdened Shang Qi, she turned and went into the courtyard.

Even though the doctor doesn't start calling out appointments until nine o'clock, the long row of chairs outside the door is already full of people waiting.

The doctor in the white coat is pouring water to make tea, doing some preparations before starting work.

An Xiaoyue went to the Zhuque Hall on the second floor where she had her interview the day before yesterday to wait.

Stepping into this room again evoked two completely different feelings.

During the interview, they started the interview as soon as we arrived.

Only then did she notice that many printed medical records were magnetically attached to the wall of the room.

With nothing else to do, she looked at them one by one.

"Hello."

A voice interrupted An Xiaoyue's thoughts. She turned her gaze to the doorway and nodded slightly.

Unless necessary, she is an introverted and unsociable person most of the time.

They never take the initiative to greet strangers or start conversations.

The boy noticed the bulge in her belly under her down jacket and asked uncertainly, "Are you a student here for an internship?"

"Yes."

With bright eyes and white teeth, and delicate, arched eyebrows, she looks like an easy-going and gentle person.

The boy visibly relaxed. He stood in front of An Xiaoyue and introduced himself with great confidence and composure:

"I am Luo Xinyu from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Hello."

"Hello, this is An Xiaoyue from the Department of Clinical Medicine."

Luo Xinyu was surprised.

An Xiaoyue from the Department of Clinical Medicine.

He did remember hearing An Xiaoyue's name every time the school awarded scholarships.

When everyone was receiving awards and taking photos together, they rarely paid attention to the appearance of the people around them, only recognizing their names.

Luo Xinyu's probing gaze fell on An Xiaoyue's abdomen, but he refrained from asking further questions, instead bringing up the medical records in front of him.

"These must be classic medical cases that the teachers have accumulated over time."

"Judging from the date above, this is a recent medical record. This patient's skin condition has responded very well to treatment. The treatment plan is also quite unique, employing a rare method..."

When it comes to medical-related matters, An Xiaoyue is happy to say more.

Furthermore, because Luo Xinyu majored in Traditional Chinese Medicine, they had different ideas when discussing medical cases.

"Wow, you guys are so enthusiastic, arriving so early."

A female voice interrupted their discussion. The newcomer had long, flowing hair, slender eyebrows and eyes, and a slightly downturned mouth.

An Xiaoyue's gaze fell on the girl, but she maintained her polite smile.

Luo Xinyu looked at the clock on the wall. The announcement said 8:30, but it was already 8:40.

They were late, but they insisted on blaming others for arriving early.

This girl is difficult to get along with and is an egoist.

Luo Xinyu already knew the labels attached to the girls, but he still took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Hello, this is Luo Xinyu from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine."