mtlumby2d Chapter 297 Shen He is pregnant!
Chapter 297 Shen He is pregnant!
Second Aunt shook out the small blanket in the car and covered Shen He with it, and asked the driver to raise the temperature in the car to 26 degrees.
Seeing Shen He sleeping soundly, Second Aunt muttered, "How tired he must be, eh."
When they arrived at the wedding dress shop, Second Aunt saw that Shen He was still asleep and planned to let her sleep for another half an hour.
But the car suddenly stopped shaking, Shen He realized something was wrong and woke up slowly.
"arrive?"
"You woke up?" Second Aunt said helplessly, "Yes, we have arrived. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I planned to let you sleep for a while. You are quite alert."
"Why don't you continue to sleep in the car? It won't take a while."
"No." Shen He took off the blanket and folded it while saying, "Finish it sooner. I want to go home and rest earlier."
"I also made an appointment with grandma and Jingcheng to have dinner together tonight."
Second Aunt smiled and said with emotion: "Miao Miao is homesick."
Shen He did not deny it.
Knowing that Shen He was coming to try on wedding dresses this afternoon, the bridal studio posted a notice of suspension of business half an hour in advance.
The store manager and the gold medal salesperson were waiting at the door early.
Seeing Shen He and Zhu Chuyi getting out of the car, they both hurried forward to greet them.
"Miss Shen, Madam Shen, you are here."
"It's windy outside, let's go inside and have a cup of hot tea."
The gold medal salesperson led them to the VIP lounge and sat them down.
The store manager personally brought tea on a tray, including mineral water, coffee, and a cup of hot rock sugar and pear sugar tea.
"Miss Shen, Madam Shen, please order some tea to moisten your throat first."
Zhu Chuyi brought a cup of coffee.
Shen He chose a cup of snow pear sugar tea, and just after taking a sip, he frowned and said, "This is a bit bitter."
"Really?" Zhu Chuyi picked up another cup of sugar tea and tasted it. She said curiously, "Isn't the sweetness just right? Miaomiao likes it sweeter?"
Shen He said, "Maybe my cup just happens to be a little bitter."
The store manager hurriedly said, "Then I'll change another cup for Miss Shen. Wait a moment."
The store manager went back to the tea room to prepare the soup again. Another employee saw it and said in surprise, "Does Miss Shen like this? She finished it so quickly."
The store manager said in confusion: "I wonder if Miss Shen has a problem with us. She said this sugar tea is bitter."
But in fact, her cup of sugar tea and the cup of sugar tea Zhu Chuyi drank came from the same pot.
It is impossible for one cup to be just the right amount of sweetness while another cup tastes bitter.
The store manager seemed thoughtful.
She made a new cup and brought it over.
Shen He took a bite and still felt a little bitter in his mouth.
But facing the store manager's nervous and somewhat helpless expression, Shen He said: "It's sweet and delicious. Maybe the taste was affected by the tangerine peel candy I ate before."
The store manager breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
After they sat down and chatted for a while, they went to try on wedding dresses.
It was a luxurious, heavy-work wedding dress with a long train. Wearing the dress weighing dozens of kilograms, Shen He felt that she could hardly stand.
The curtain opened, and Zhu Chuyi looked at the beautiful Shen He in a white veil. Her eyes instantly turned red, and her voice choked up: "It's so beautiful!"
"When I gave birth to Hanwen, I always hoped that I was pregnant with a daughter, and I also imagined what it would be like when my daughter got married..."
Hearing this, the store manager smiled and said, "My niece is also a daughter, so Madam Shen, don't feel sorry. Let's happily prepare for Miss Shen's wedding. When she gets married, she will definitely be the most beautiful and happiest girl in Qing City!"
Those who can become store managers are all sweet-talkers with honeyed lips.
Zhu Chuyi smiled and said, "You are right."
Zhu Chuyi walked up to the booth and admired Shen He in her wedding dress from a close distance. She suddenly couldn't hold back her tears and sobbed, "Miao Miao, you will be happy, you definitely will."
Zhu Chuyi started crying before her niece even got married.
Shen He wanted to comfort Zhu Chuyi, but she always felt dizzy and had a feeling of being top-heavy and unsteady. "Aunt, I seem to..."
Before he could finish his words, Shen He lost consciousness and fell headfirst into Zhu Chuyi's arms.
"Miaomiao!" Zhu Chuyi's voice broke with fear!
"Miss Shen!"
But Shen He had completely fainted and had no reaction.
Seeing this, everyone rushed over.
The store manager quickly helped Shen He take off her wedding dress and found a furry nightgown for her to put on.
Seeing Shen He fainted, Zhu Chuyi was panicked.
She suddenly grabbed the store manager's arm and said, "What did you give Miao Miao to drink earlier? Why is her pear sugar tea bitter?"
"Did you poison her?"
No wonder Zhu Chuyi suspected the store manager and others.
Shen He has always been in good health, so it was strange that he fainted. Considering what Shen He said before about the bitter taste of the sugar water, Zhu Chuyi would naturally suspect the store manager and others.
The store manager and the top salesperson were both horrified.
"Injustice!"
In order to prove her innocence, the store manager quickly rushed into the VIP area and took a sip of the cup of sugar tea.
"Mrs. Shen, I just took a big sip, and you saw it! If we really poisoned Miss Shen, then I will lose my life!"
"I still have a sip of sugar water left. I can call the police right now and have the sugar water sent for testing to see if it's poisonous."
The store manager's tactful way of handling the situation and his calm expression made Zhu Chuyi feel a little more at ease.
"It's not the sugar water." Zhu Chuyi quickly calmed down and said, "Call an ambulance!"
Zhu Chuyi called Song Jingcheng immediately.
The bridal salon was instantly thrown into chaos.
The store manager and Zhu Chuyi accompanied Shen He into the ambulance. In the car, she looked as if she had lost her parents.
If something bad happened to the hostess of Songyuan in their wedding dress shop, their entire brand might disappear from the fashion circle...
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When Shen He woke up, it was pitch black outside the window.
Shen He was somewhat surprised to find himself lying on a bed in the VIP suite of Fu'an Hospital.
Man is made of iron and rice is made of steel, so you shouldn't work too hard.
Hearing Song Jingcheng talking on the phone in the living room outside, Shen He tried to call out, "Jingcheng?"
The noise outside was silent for a moment.
Shen He heard Song Jingcheng say to the person on the other end of the phone: "Your sister is awake. I'll call you back later."
Song Jingcheng walked into the bedroom holding his cell phone.
"Who were you talking to on the phone just now? Sri? Jinyan? Or Hanwen?" She had so many younger brothers that she mentioned several names in a row.
"It was Jinyan. He knew you were in a coma and was hospitalized, so he called to inquire about your situation."
Nodding, Shen He asked Song Jingcheng again: "Am I sick?"
She has been feeling mentally exhausted these days.
"Are you suffering from a cold?"
Song Jingcheng came to the bedside, folded his arms, lowered his eyes and looked at Shen He silently, his eyes were strange and unpredictable.
That look made Shen He feel uneasy.
Shen He felt uneasy.
Thinking of the incident that happened in the bridal shop that afternoon, Shen He hesitated and said, "Am I mentally abnormal? I drank sugar tea today, and that sugar tea was obviously sweet, but it tasted a little bitter to me."
"I didn't dare to say anything at the time, for fear of scaring the bridal shop manager."
After saying that, Shen He saw that Song Jingcheng remained silent and was still looking at her with complicated eyes, and the fear in her heart magnified.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Can my grandma cure me?"
With Su Jin around, Shen He would never feel too desperate.
Song Jingcheng shook his head and said in a strange tone: "Our grandma really can't cure this disease."
"Ah?" Shen He felt like he was struck by lightning.
"Do I have some incurable terminal illness? Is it in the advanced stage? Even my grandma can't cure it?"
In an instant, Shen He didn't even know how to write a suicide note, how to divide the property during marriage, and how to arrange for his grandmother's later years...
She started planning for all these issues.
Since death is inevitable, the living relatives must be settled.
It just dragged down Song Jingcheng.
Shen He looked up at Song Jingcheng sadly, his eyes gradually becoming misty.
"Why are you crying?" Song Jingcheng was surprised.
He stretched out his right hand, trying to wipe away Shen He's tears.
Shen He stretched out his hands tremblingly and held his broad right hand with all his strength.
"Jingcheng." Shen He called softly, and Song Jingcheng's heart trembled when he heard it.
He said nothing and dared not move.
"I'm sorry. I'm going to make you a widower."
"But I am a selfish person." Shen He said with tears streaming down her face: "After I die, can you please not marry a new wife?"
Song Jingcheng: "..."
Seeing Song Jingcheng's dazed look, Shen He felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"Why? You think I'm unreasonable? Inconsiderate?"
"Song Jingcheng, I'm not dead yet, and you're already starting to dislike my domineering attitude?"
Song Jingcheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "Miao Miao, don't overthink it. This is not as outrageous as you think. Listen to me, you just..."
Shen He interrupted Song Jingcheng and said reluctantly, "Okay! After I die, I will allow you to marry again, isn't that enough?"
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng's eyes darkened. He gritted his teeth, and said in a tone of shock, anger, and helplessness, "...You allow me to marry another woman?"
"Yes, I allow you to marry again."
Shen He cried as she negotiated with Song Jingcheng: "Can you also stay a widow for three to five years? When my flesh and blood have rotted and my grave has grown grass and flowers, you can marry someone new..."
"If you marry someone new after I die, I will die with regrets."
Song Jingcheng was so angry that he laughed, "You are still alive, and you are already telling me how to escape?"
He gnashed his teeth and asked Shen He: "Then why don't you pick a new lover for me from among the rich daughters of Qing City while you are still alive and in good spirits?"
Shen He felt suffocated by the pain.
She wiped her tears carelessly and cried, "Song Jingcheng, you bastard!"
"I was being polite to you, pretending to be considerate, but you still pushed me too far!"
"You still want to choose a wife from the daughters of the rich families in Qing City?"
"I'm telling you, even if I have a terminal illness and am dying, I will spread rumors all over the world before I die..."
"They said you, Song Jingcheng, are impotent, so I couldn't get pregnant even after trying for months! Because you're so thin and small, and the time is short!"
"I also want to tell everyone that you, Song Jingcheng, are unlucky in marriage. Anyone who marries you will have to wait until the next day..."
The word "death" didn't even have a chance to come out of Shen He's mouth, as Song Jingcheng lowered his head and kissed her fierce red lips fiercely.
Shen He came back to his senses and hugged Song Jingcheng's head tightly.
She wanted to cherish every remaining intimacy as if it were the last time.
When he let go, Shen He suddenly said, "Come on! Do it!"
"While I'm still alive, let's do it hard. I'm going to drain you dry before I die and make you an impotent man..."
"You can't do that." Song Jingcheng took a soft wet tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped Shen He's face.
After Shen He fainted, she went straight to the hospital, and the makeup on her face had already become mottled.
When she cried, the liquid eyeliner and liquid foundation mixed with her tears formed a rich color palette.
Shen He sobbed and asked, "Why can't we do it?"
Song Jingcheng threw away the dirty wet tissue, took out a new one, and continued to remove her makeup.
He coaxed Shen He in a gentle voice: "Wait a little longer, and then we can do it after the dangerous period of the first three months."
"...Danger period?" Shen He hesitated. "Can I have surgery for my disease? But I need to rest for three months after the surgery?"
Song Jingcheng was silent for a moment before he said, "They say pregnancy makes a woman stupid for three years. She's just gotten pregnant and she's already stupid."
Pregnant!
Shen He suddenly fell silent.
She thought carefully about the conversation just now and realized that Song Jingcheng had never told her that she had a terminal illness.
He just said grandma couldn't cure her illness.
She is pregnant.
She had to give birth to this child.
Of course grandma can’t help her cure her illness!