Because no matter how she answered, she felt uneasy.
Gu Shaocheng shrugged his shoulders and changed the topic, "The book says pregnant won will get stretch marks."
Indeed, at this very mont, the book in his hands was titled "Things Pregnant Won Must Know." He had moved over twenty copies from Nan Baihao’s house early this morning, and he planned to study each one ticulously.
The level of his dedicated research made it look like he was reading so highly academic treatise.
Chenxing was originally intending to read them as well, but her man doted on her and said that pregnant won shouldn’t strain their eyes too much. If he read them, that would suffice. He was also planning to invite so experienced pregnant won over, along with a wellness coach, a nutritionist, and a gynecologist, to provide full-city assistance to help her through the ten months of pregnancy.
"I know this, but it’s preventable. When Huanhuan was pregnant, Sister Jingru taught her how to avoid them, and I listened in as well. You need to eat protein-rich foods and apply olive oil daily to greatly reduce stretch marks, but I’ve just gotten pregnant. There’s no need to worry about these things yet, my stomach isn’t even showing."
Gu Shaocheng didn’t understand, so he listened very attentively and secretly noted it in his heart.
"Sir, Feng Yue requests an audience."
The butler approached at a leisurely pace, holding a dark blue umbrella, and said upon reaching Gu Shaocheng, "He is waiting for you at the study’s entrance."
Gu Shaocheng humd a response, and Chenxing conscientiously stood up from him.
Gu Shaocheng playfully ssed up her hair until it was disheveled before leaving, while Chenxing straightened her long hair and complained in her heart. She picked up the book he was reading and continued to read leisurely under the eaves.
In the study, Feng Yue arrived with the latest news.
"Sir, there is news from Japan that a key figure has been found—a forr mistress of Miyai Motomatsu, who claims to know many secrets. However, she only wants to talk to Ziteng’s biological son, and refuses to talk to anyone else," Feng Yue paused before continuing, "Moreover, she is also a patient with Lugare syndro. Our friends in Japan ask whether you want to speak with her. If you decide to talk, they will arrange to fly her over."
"Another woman afflicted with Lugare syndro?" Gu Shaocheng’s eyes narrowed.
After a pause of not more than two minutes, "Send soone to bring her over, and keep this matter confidential; do not let the news leak."
Feng Yue acknowledged the order, "I will handle it with caution."
...............
It was a woman with a completely atrophied body. Although her records showed she was not yet fifty years old, she looked like a seventy-year-old due to the atrophy of her muscles, a skeletal figure with skin and bones.
Gu Shaocheng only took one glance before wanting to look away.
His heart was sensitive.
Fearful of seeing his own future self in her!
However, this was a resilient woman. She had been sick for eight years, and even though the doctors gave her only five years to live, she managed to fight for three more years with her strong willpower.
Despite that, she was still able to speak, although it was extrely slow, and she needed long pauses after each word.
The emaciated woman sat in the wheelchair, like a lamp running out of oil, yet staring at Gu Shaocheng, "You, are, Ziteng’s, son, aren’t, you?"
Gu Shaocheng looked at her impassively and nodded slightly.
After a long ti, she squeezed out another sentence with difficulty: "Was it you who killed Miyai Motomatsu?"
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