The car returned to the villa, and before Tang Yanqi even set foot on the ground, she was swept up into the arms of Sheng Jianan. Only upon entering the living room did Tang Yanqi realize that Sheng Jianan had already called for a doctor at so point.
She was simply experiencing normal physiological pain. Before long, Mrs. Zhang brought a bowl of brown sugar eggs to Tang Yanqi’s bedside. This ti, it wasn’t too severe, and after eating sothing warm, she felt much better.
She understood her own body well, having left behind so aftereffects from exposure to too much cold and ice when she first arrived—nothing too serious.
Sheng Jianan seed to be busy with sothing and hadn’t returned to the room. Tang Yanqi reached for her bag to take out her phone to check for any ssages. She noticed the love letter in her bag and rembered she hadn’t had the chance to read it before Sheng Jianan called her away.
Since she had nothing else to do now, Tang Yanqi took it out and glanced at it. She skipped the flowery words in the middle and went straight to the end, where her gaze landed on the signature: Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang?
If she rembered correctly, this was the second ti she had heard this na today.
Suddenly, her thoughts beca clear, and Tang Yanqi seed to understand why Sheng Jianan had that expression as if soone owed him a fortune.
Her stomach still hurt a little, but Tang Yanqi couldn’t help but smile.
Putting the letter back in her bag, Tang Yanqi pulled out her phone and carefully composed a text ssage to Qi Cheng’s phone: [I think I should be a bit braver]
Sheng Jianan admitted to liking her, was nervous because of her, and even got jealous.
Tang Yanqi didn’t know how his affection had developed or how long it would last, but that didn’t matter. As long as he liked her, even a little, it was enough for her to respond with a thousandfold, ten thousandfold effort.
Tang Yanqi wasn’t so narcissistic, nor daring. She didn’t dare to hope what their future would be like, but these days, being by his side, being liked by him, even one more day was good enough.
She wanted to try to make an effort for them, to change things, and even if it ended in failure, she would accept it.
In her later years, she could still recall that the boy she liked had been jealous because of her, had felt moved by her, and that was enough.
In the study room next door, the doctor was reporting to Sheng Jianan. Tang Yanqi had cold uterus, which made it difficult for her to conceive, sothing he already knew since the last ti.
However, this ti, the doctor’s words made Sheng Jianan furrow his brow again.
"During the examination just now, we found that the Young Madam’s blood showed a blackish color. This situation is more serious than we previously thought. We recomnd adjusting with Chinese dicine. It’s a long-term process but also the best treatnt thod."
Sheng Jianan furrowed his brow even deeper. Chinese dicine? That black, bitter stuff?
It’s unlikely anyone in this world hated dicine, whether Western or Chinese, more than Sheng Jianan.
The doctor, seeing Sheng Jianan’s expression, knew that the person before him had the utmost aversion to dication.
Rubbing his nose, the doctor continued, "Mr. Sheng, we can have it prepared in small packets, so when the Young Madam drinks it, she only needs to warm it with hot water. Although this might slightly reduce the efficacy, it doesn’t affect much."
Sheng Jianan still frowned. He hadn’t thought that far; it was just instinctive to feel that what he disliked, Tang Yanqi wouldn’t like either. Moreover, Chinese dicine really was unbearably bitter.
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