Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

The two nestled together in each other's arms, and Qian Duoduo would stop to admire each character she wrote.

This was the only way she could be lazy.

That day, the two of them stayed together, never leaving each other's side, no matter where they went.

In the evening, Shen Ziche took Qian Duoduo to Jishetang.

Qian Duoduo even folded the paper she was writing on and carried it with her in her bosom.

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"Yunzhi, look at your mother's handwriting. Hasn't it improved by leaps and bounds?"

Qian Duoduo carefully unfolded the paper on the table, then raised an eyebrow at Yunzhi, waiting for his praise.

This time, to avoid comparison, she didn't take the sheet that Shen Zicen was holding, the one he had written in her hand.

Yunzhi glanced at the slightly messy but still legible handwriting on the paper and nodded slightly.

Shen Ziche's calligraphy is in running script, naturally messy, and Qian Duoduo's imitation is somewhat awkward and incongruous.

However, it cannot be denied that Qian Duoduo's handwriting is indeed much better than it was a few days ago.

When Qian Duoduo saw Yunzhi nod, the corners of her mouth practically turned up to the sky.

Yunzhi is now somewhat relieved to see so much money.

Qian Duoduo looked at Yunzhi and felt that he was looking at her with the feeling of "my daughter has come of age".

She shook her head, dismissing this absurd idea; after all, she was Yunzhi's mother.

After receiving Yunzhi's praise, Qian Duoduo hummed an off-key tune and went to find Wang Jingmo.

She hadn't forgotten her purpose for today. As soon as she opened the door, before she could even speak, Shen Ziche got up and left.

Wang Jingmo saw Qian Duoduo lower her head; Shen Ziche had just advised him to be honest with Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo didn't speak up, but stood aside and watched Wang Jingmo.

She knew they were hiding something from her; just by looking at their actions of asking her to accompany Wang Jingmo, she knew it originated from Wang Jingmo.

She just couldn't guess what it was about.

After all, even Doctor Wang had covered for Wang Jingmo on several occasions.

With each step Qian Duoduo took forward, Wang Jingmo felt as if his heart was being squeezed tighter.

He felt the air was somewhat oppressive, and he couldn't breathe properly.

"Ugh~"

Just as Qian Duoduo was about to speak, Wang Jingmo covered his mouth and began to gag.

Qian Duoduo immediately stepped forward and patted Wang Jingmo on the back, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

But Wang Jingmo was afraid that Qian Duoduo would discover his morning sickness, so he reached out to stop Qian Duoduo from getting close to him.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he shook his head repeatedly, gagging incessantly.

Qian Duoduo was too scared to go forward. At this moment, Shen Ziche, who was outside the door, heard the noise and quickly pushed the door open and came in.

Seeing the distance between the two and Wang Jingmo's defensive posture, it was clear that he hadn't told Qian Duoduo yet.

Shen Ziche sighed softly, then told Qian Duoduo to leave.

“A-Che, Jingmo, he…”

Qian Duoduo was about to say something when Shen Ziche interrupted her.

"He's fine, I'll take care of him."

After saying that, seeing that Qian Duoduo was still standing there, he had no choice but to say, "Duoduo, go find Doctor Wang and get some medicine. Just say that Jingmo is not feeling well."

Qian Duoduo didn't understand but did as she was told. Although she didn't know why Dr. Wang knew what medicine to prescribe when she said Wang Jingmo was not feeling well.

But then I thought, Doctor Wang is Wang Jingmo's biological mother, so she must know his health very well.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Hearing the door close, Shen Ziche sat down beside Wang Jingmo's bed.

"Haven't you told her yet?"

Shen Ziche picked up the teacup next to him and asked Wang Jingmo to drink some water to help him settle down.

Wang Jingmo shook his head, holding the teacup. "I... I just couldn't help it when I thought about telling her..."

Before he could finish speaking, tears started streaming down his face.

Shen Ziche looked at Wang Jingmo with some heartache, "But this child..."

"I know, Duoduo will find out sooner or later."

As he spoke, Wang Jingmo placed one hand on his abdomen, a tender light flashing in his eyes.

All he wants now is to wait a little longer, so he can see Qian Duoduo a few more times.

"Hey~"

He secretly consulted Doctor Wang yesterday and learned that the child's chances of survival were slim.

However, seeing Wang Jingmo like this, she couldn't bear to tell him.

Shen Ziche opened his mouth, and finally uttered a sentence.

"Jingmo, if it weren't for this child, you would..."