The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

At the hospital –

A gynecologist in her fifties took off her mask and combed strands of hair with her hand while walking out of the ER room.

“Doctor, how’s my daughter-in-law?” Li leaped forward the second she saw her, dragging her son with.

The doctor offered her a nod in courtesy and a brief smile.

“Ma’am, you’re too antsy. The baby is all well, and I can clearly hear its heartbeats. The mother does not show any sign of illness except she seemed a bit down in spirits. I hope you could try not to be extra nervous as it is possible that your anxiety will lay pressure on the mother.”

The doctor said explained, frowning at the family which, to her understanding, was making a fuss out of an utterly normal situation.

“Is she really okay?” Li was not assured by the doctor’s words, not letting go of her sleeve.

The doctor had to give her a firm nod.

“She’s truly okay.” Having said that, the doctor parted.

Li religiously prayed to god, or to the ceiling, her hands clasped in front of her chest.

“Thank god, baby’s fine, baby’s fine.”

Yixuan gently patted her shoulder.

“Doctor’s right, mother. You have nothing to worry about. The baby is almost 10 weeks in; it won’t be as vulnerable.” His brow tightly furrowed, he still seemed upset. The white, downward lighting shed on his face made him appear like a vampire with a swollen face and lips.

Li slapped her son’s hand on her shoulder.

“It’s all your fault,” she stared at him, unpleased, “It’s spring festival and yet you had to chase down here for that vicious woman. What are you thinking?” Unsatisfied with a sing slap, she kept pushing his chest.

Yixuan turned his face away in throes.

“Mother, can you not use that word? She’s not that kind of a person.”

“Then what kind of person is she?” Li sniffed, her hands parked at the waist, “Didn’t you see that smug look on her face with that gigolo? She was playing you and you were stupid enough to give her millions.”

Speaking of money, Li flared, her neck turning red in anger.

“Listen to me, Yixuan. I’ll kill myself if you ever go to her again.”

As they confronted, Yuwei walked out of the ER room, hands fixed on her stomach as always. Teary-eyed, she strolled extremely slow as if she was expecting the man to give her a hand.

However, Yixuan chose to turn his back at her, whirling his finger on his temple in an attempt to ease his headache. He remembered the process of her “falling” to the ground, an act that might be able to fool his mother, but not him. And the doctor just corroborated that fact.

Tearing inside, he felt a sudden shortness of breath. When did the Yuwei he knew become a fake like this?

“Yixuan, let’s go home…” Yuwei begged softly, her rosy lips pursed. She held the man’s arm in a silent sigh of relief.

The man squeezed a finger, furrowed brows speaking for his unpleasantness. For a second he wanted to shove her away.

“Do not fake any fall or stomach pain ever again,” he said, shooting a cold gaze at the woman that immediately triggered her crying.

Yuwei rubbed her eyes, tears dropping down and messing her makeup.

Knowing she could no longer stick to the excuse, she put more efforts in playing the victim.

“I’m sorry, Yixuan,” she threw herself into the man’s arms, shedding tears on his chest, “I didn’t mean to lie to you. I was just scared, scared that you would want her back instead of me and our baby.”

Loudly she cried, and luckily for her, it softened the man.

In a sigh, Yixuan released his fist, though veiled in gloom.

“Okay, don’t cry,” he pulled the woman closer, “I won’t come to her, and you just take care of yourself and our baby. You have nothing to worry now.”

His promise finally put some comfort in the woman’s heart.

Yuwei, playing the vulnerable self, pursed her lips to restrain from baring her teeth in joy.