Hearing Gu Qibao’s forthright words, Di Xiaxia’s face flushed red, and she nodded, "Oh, okay, I got it. Well, I’m going to hang up now."
"En." Gu Qibao nodded and was about to hang up when she still asked, "Sister Xiaxia, it’s really not you, is it?"
"No, it’s not , it’s not ." Di Xiaxia quickly denied, "Really, it’s not , don’t overthink it."
"Oh, okay then." Gu Qibao had to say before asking again, "What about Big Brother?"
"He’s not back yet." Di Xiaxia pouted and chatted a bit more with Gu Qibao before hanging up.
After hanging up, she furrowed her brows; it seed like she didn’t have any of the symptoms Gu Qibao ntioned.
She didn’t have an aversion to at, nor did she constantly feel sleepy, and she certainly didn’t lack interest in making love—she rembered that just a week ago, when Di Mingzhe wasn’t busy, they still, cough.
Then it probably wasn’t pregnancy, guessing it was just simple nstrual disorder.
But her periods had always been invincibly regular.
Was it really pregnancy, or was it purely due to physical and psychological stress?
Di Xiaxia sat in her chair, lost in thought.
Her slender hand couldn’t help but rest on her lower abdon; honestly, she was quite looking forward to having a child with Di Mingzhe.
There were a few tis Di Mingzhe had said as much, and they had thought about it too. Di Mingzhe’s age wasn’t insignificant—he was almost twenty-eight and definitely yearned for a child.
Her age wasn’t particularly young either; at twenty-four, she was of age to be a mother.
But if it were true, then getting pregnant at this ti would be really tragic. Not to ntion Mingzhe, probably even the Di Family wouldn’t approve of her participating in the competition.
But the competition was tomorrow, and Di Xiaxia felt restless and uneasy.
Once such thoughts took hold, they were hard to let go. She glanced at the ti; it was already past eight in the evening, and Mingzhe still hadn’t returned.
He must still be busy.
It was usually like this; he often didn’t co back until ten o’clock.
Di Xiaxia was alone at ho, filled with half a day’s anxiety, when she finally decided to go out and verify for herself.
She drove out alone since the surroundings of the Presidential Residence were more suburban, so there were no drugstores around.
Although Mingzhe had his own doctor, she couldn’t just let the doctor check; because if she was indeed pregnant, she might not tell Mingzhe, because she wanted to compete.
She had finally got a chance to stand rightfully and perfectly matched beside Mingzhe, and she did not want to lose this opportunity.
So she drove out alone, intending to go to the city hospital.
It wasn’t far from there, and based on the ti Mingzhe got back, she was sure to make it.
But before she even got to the hospital, she felt like an idiot—weren’t pregnancy tests available at the pharmacy!
They advertise them all the ti, the kind that tells you as soon as you test, so she stopped the car when she saw a drugstore.
She didn’t dawdle at all; she paid the money and bought one straight away, then drove back.
Her heart was in a constant state of anxiety.
After parking the car, she held the pregnancy test tightly in hand, her heart hoping fervently that it wouldn’t turn out to be this ti—it really wasn’t suitable!
Then she entered the main hall; Mingzhe still hadn’t returned.
Di Xiaxia took a deep breath and sprinted upstairs, slipping into the bathroom and locking the door behind her.
Unwrapping the pregnancy test, she read the instructions first, feeling a bit embarrassed—she didn’t realize it involved a urine test.
Well, no matter, just follow the instructions should be fine.
After preparing everything, Di Xiaxia followed the instructions and dipped the test into her urine, and her heart started to beco all kinds of nervous and anxious.
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