Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

The next morning, when Lin Xiaoyan woke up, he felt a splitting headache, as if he had been repeatedly hit by a heavy hammer.

He struggled to open his eyes, and what came into view was a messy bed, with the blankets rolled up in a ball and the pillow lying at the foot of the bed, clearly indicating that it had been through a lot of turmoil.

He subconsciously called out "Wanwan" twice, and the bedroom door was pushed open in response, with Shen Feiwan walking in carrying a glass of warm water.

Lin Xiaoyan reached out his hand to her, his voice hoarse as he gestured for her to come closer.

Shen Feiwan walked to the bedside, sat down, and handed over the water glass.

He took the water and drank it all in one gulp. His gaze swept over her neat attire, and he complained in a slightly hoarse voice, "My head hurts so much... Why aren't you here every time I wake up?"

"First, I wasn't drunk," Shen Feiwan joked. "Second, I wasn't the one who did the work last night."

Lin Xiaoyan chuckled softly, then suddenly pulled her into his arms. "Looks like it'll be your turn on top tonight. Let me get some rest too."

Shen Feiwan distanced herself from him, saying, "Get up quickly, it's almost eight o'clock, I still have to serve tea to my parents-in-law in a little while."

"Can't I not go?" Lin Xiaoyan grabbed her wrist playfully, trying to pull her back to bed. "Lie with me a little longer."

"Look at you, you've messed up my hair." Shen Feiwan shook off his hand, got up and walked to the bedside table. "My makeup is smudged too. If I'm late for the tea ceremony, my mother-in-law will dislike me even more."

She picked up Lin Xiaoyan's glasses and handed them to him, then took a half-step back to create some distance between them.

Lin Xiaoyan put on his glasses, his gaze falling on her through the lenses, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's so good to have a wife; I don't have to do these little things myself."

Heh, Shen Feiwan curled her lips into a smile, but didn't respond to his words.

Half an hour later, the two drove to the Lin family villa. After serving tea to the two elders, Lin Zhenhua and Ye Wanjie, the newlyweds went to the old Lin family residence.

They were to have lunch with Grandpa Lin.

Not long after the meal started, Shen Feiwan suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

At first, it was just a faint soreness, but the next second it became sharp and twisting, so painful that she instinctively arched her back and her elbow almost knocked over the bone china soup bowl in front of her.

Lin Xiaoyan, sitting to her left, and Ye Wanjie, sitting to her right, both glanced at her.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, one hand gripped the tablecloth tightly, her knuckles turning white, while the other hand rested on her lower abdomen.

"What's wrong?" Turning his head, Lin Xiaoyan noticed Shen Feiwan's pale lips and calmly placed his hand on the back of her hand that was pressed against her lower abdomen. "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Seeing her son being so intimate with a woman in public, Ye Wanjie's face instantly darkened, and she complained, "Is it really necessary to be so delicate? Why did it have to hurt during mealtime of all times?"

Ye Wanjie deliberately emphasized the words "trouble" and glanced at the two people's clasped hands, her tone full of impatience.

The commotion alerted Old Master Lin, who was seated at the head of the table. His gaze swept over everyone before finally settling on a few people. "What's wrong?"

“It’s alright, Dad,” Ye Wanjie answered first, but her knee slammed into Shen Feiwan under the table.

The old man didn't ask any further questions, but looked at Shen Feiwan and said, "Feiwan, try this soup. It's made with wild matsutake mushrooms and is very nourishing for your blood and qi. Xiaoyan, you should also have a couple more bowls."

The leather shoe under the table kicked over again, this time with obvious urging, urging Shen Feiwan to respond to the old man's words.

But Shen Feiwan felt dizzy and her lower abdomen churning. She wanted to speak, but her throat felt like it was blocked with cotton.