Sheng Mian fell asleep very groggily last night, and when she woke up, it was already noon.
She raised her head and glanced at the sky above her head. The sun was just right. The old man's funeral should be finished by now, right?
How is Fu Yancheng doing?
Did he really find a place to hide like He Zhou said?
She felt her eyes were sore, she should be by his side at this time.
The door to the room was pushed open directly, and He Zhou walked in. Seeing her red eyes, he felt funny.
"Are you worried about Fu Yancheng?"
Sheng Mian's face suddenly darkened. When facing He Zhou, she was like an iron wall, unwilling to reveal her emotions at all.
He Zhou also noticed it, so his eyebrows became stern.
"You don't want to talk to me? It's a pity, you have to stay with me for the next period of time."
He threw the bucket of instant noodles on the table irritably, with a cold tone.
"Eat, and then we're going to set off."
Sheng Mian didn't speak. Her diet these past few days had been very irregular.
He Zhou seemed to be deliberately tormenting her. He would occasionally come to give her food, and sometimes he would starve her, as if to make her submissive.
Sheng Mian lowered her head and finished the bowl of instant noodles. She felt a pain in her stomach, then ran to the bathroom and vomited it out.
He Zhou stood outside and saw that she was uncomfortable with vomiting, so he held his hands.
"Is she pregnant? Who is she pregnant with, mine or Fu Yancheng's?"
This sentence made Sheng Mian even more nauseous. After vomiting, she rinsed her mouth and raised her hand to cover her stomach.
He Zhou didn't realize that she had a stomach problem and continued to ridicule her.
"How about I take you to the hospital to check how old the baby is? Maybe it happened to be the one we conceived that time. After all, I didn't take any measures that time. I just don't know if you took birth control pills after you returned."
Sheng Mian's face instantly turned pale because she had indeed not taken birth control pills.
I was so flustered at the time that I was thinking about how to hide it from Fu Yancheng, but in the end I forgot the most important thing.
Have you had your period since then?
It seems not.
She held her stomach and was at a loss.
He Zhou didn't have time to waste time with her, so he grabbed her wrist.
"Okay, the private plane can take off tonight, you come with me."
Sheng Mian was staggered by him and almost fell down the stairs.
He Zhou and Fu Xingzhou are two extremes. He doesn't care about others at all, let alone take care of other people's emotions.
When he reached the first floor, when he wanted to continue walking, he felt that the strength in his hands suddenly became heavier.
When she turned around, Sheng Mian fainted.
He quickly held on and shouted, "Shengmian?"
Sheng Mian turned pale and closed her eyes.
He Zhou stretched out his hand and tested his breath.
He is still angry, but he cannot be sent to the hospital, otherwise Fu Yancheng will trace his whereabouts.
Fu Yancheng has been chasing him very closely recently. If his identity hadn't been temporarily registered in China and his traces had been wiped out after Fu Xingzhou's death, he would have been caught by Fu Yancheng long ago.
He put Sheng Mian on the sofa and found a doctor he trusted to come over and take a look.
"She has a stomach problem. She needs to be prescribed some medicine and needs to take it at home, otherwise it will become serious. Moreover, her diet must be light and regular."
He Zhou frowned when he thought of the torture he had put on her recently.
She has stomach trouble? Why didn't she tell her earlier?
The plane will take off in a few hours now. How can I take her aboard like this?
"Can you give her an injection of anesthetic? I'm in a hurry to get on the plane."
The doctor was a little surprised that at this time, he actually had to take someone on a plane.
"Um...Sir, this young lady has a serious stomach problem. If something happened on the plane, the rescue would not be as timely as on the ground."
A flash of anxiety flashed across He Zhou's brows, and he pushed Sheng Mian directly.
"Wake up."
He was worried that Sheng Mian was pretending to be fainted on purpose so as not to leave the imperial capital.
But her face was too pale, without a trace of blood.
He shook it a few times and felt sharp pain coming from his head.
The doctor was still standing aside, but he felt that the breath of the man in front of him suddenly changed.
"Thank you doctor, please put the medicine here, I will supervise her taking it."
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and continued to give instructions.
"You must be careful. If gastric cancer develops later, it will be troublesome, torturing, and incurable."
Fu Xingzhou nodded and wanted to reach out to touch Sheng Mian's fingertips. He thought of something, but slowly pulled back.
