"Thank you."
Mu Wan’s small hands intertwined, watching the man continue dining with elegance. Even though she had no appetite at the mont, she felt her entire mood calm down completely.
Qin Mu... Do you know... I love you more than I ever imagined I could...
Otherwise... How could I have married you without hesitation?
Being with you every day makes life feel brighter.
Mu Wan pressed her lips together, quietly hiding her little thoughts deep in her heart... That was enough.
To love him... is her own matter. She cannot morally force Qin Mu to love her just because she loves him.
After all... not every unrequited love receives an answer.
What she can do... is to avoid adding burdens to either of them.
...
After Qin Mu finished breakfast with Mu Wan, he drove her directly to a private hospital in France.
On the way there, Qin Mu slightly narrowed his long black eyes and spoke indifferently, "Considering the ti, I plan to arrange our honeymoon for about a week... So the schedule might be a bit tight... Hmm, is that okay?"
After pausing for a mont, Qin Mu glanced at the pale-faced Mu Wan, his thin lips pressing together.
"Getting pregnant earlier is better for both of us... After all, you can securely assu the role of the Qin Family’s young madam, with the status of mother elevating your position... Hmm, I can also give the old man an explanation... Having a child by your side will make staying in the villa less lonely."
Mu Wan: "..."
Mu Wan pressed her lips together... Upon hearing Qin Mu’s words, a sense of bitterness filled her heart.
In the enormous villa...
It would be just her and the child, without a husband or father.
"Hmm."
As Mu Wan thought about what was about to happen, her small hands intertwined once more, her nails nearly sinking into her palms without her realizing it.
Qin Mu looked at Mu Wan’s obedient deanor, her pale little face making him feel a twinge of guilt. He shifted his gaze away from her pallid expression.
Hmm... She chose to marry him, to enjoy the dignity and honor of being the Qin Family’s young madam.
She would have to bear it all...
This is Mu Wan’s own choice.
It has nothing to do with him.
...
Inside the private hospital in France:
Mu Wan followed behind Qin Mu towards the examination room. The signs were all in French, which Mu Wan couldn’t understand. She could only vaguely discern their anings based on the icons.
Mu Wan walked behind Qin Mu through the corridor and then entered an examination room.
Qin Mu elegantly and fluently conversed with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed French female doctor.
A mont later, the female doctor turned to Mu Wan and said, "Miss Mu, please lie down on the surgical table. We need to perform an examination."
Mu Wan: "..."
Mu Wan couldn’t understand what the doctor was saying, but she could roughly infer the aning.
Qin Mu noticed her sowhat confused expression and pressed his lips together.
"Lie down first for the examination."
"Hmm..."
Mu Wan walked to the surgical table, her small hands intertwined as an overwhelming sense of humiliation consud her heart.
Qin Mu noticed Mu Wan’s nervous and uneasy appearance. He furrowed his black eyes and pressed his lips tightly.
"Arrange for soone to bring in a doctor who speaks Chinese."
"Yes, Mr. Qin."
Upon receiving the order, the secretary imdiately walked out of the room.
Shortly afterward... a gynecologist fluent in Chinese was selected for Mu Wan.
The waiting was drawn-out, especially as Mu Wan trembled with apprehension, her complexion becoming even paler.
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