Song Xinya couldn’t believe the result.
And yet, somewhere deep in her subconscious, she felt as though she had considered this possibility before.
Was this the reason she had never been able to get pregnant?
The sheet of paper was light as a feather, yet it felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds in her hand.
Her heart seemed tethered to it, sinking lower and lower.
Meanwhile, Qin Yuhe finished his meeting with the contractor and walked out of the conference room.
It was noon.
Qin Yuhe took out his phone and glanced at it. He tapped on Song Xinya’s profile, but she hadn’t sent him a message.
By now, she should have received her medical report.
Why hadn’t she shared the results with him?
Qin Yuhe’s medical report had already been collected by his assistant, who now handed it to him with both hands.
“President Qin, your report.”
To protect the patient’s privacy, the report had been sealed inside a plastic document sleeve.
Qin Yuhe tore open the seal at the top and took out the report.
Everything was normal. According to the results, his sperm was highly active.
He shared the results with Song Xinya.
Given how much she cared about this matter, she should have replied almost immediately.
Half an hour passed, yet she still hadn’t responded.
Qin Yuhe strode toward the elevator, the hem of his suit sweeping up a sharp, chilly breeze.
His assistant reminded him, “President Qin, now that the meeting is over, you’re supposed to have lunch with the contractor.”
Qin Yuhe said, “I’m busy.”
The assistant was puzzled. “Your lunch break was cleared for this. It was arranged several days ago. Why are you suddenly unavailable?”
Zhang Yingying walked out of the conference room with a smug smile on her face.
Lunch?
President Qin wouldn’t be able to eat anything right now. Heh.
The elevator stopped on the eighth floor, and Qin Yuhe stepped out.
Chen Siyan and several colleagues walked out of the company together. When they saw Qin Yuhe approaching, they were all startled.
“President Qin!”
What brought you here?
Qin Yuhe asked, “Is Ms. Song at the company?”
The reason Chen Siyan was surprised was that Song Xinya wasn’t at the company. Why had Qin Yuhe come all the way here?
“Ms. Song went to the hospital this morning and hasn’t come back since.”
Hadn’t your wife told you?
Had the two of you had a fight?
Qin Yuhe waved a hand, and Chen Siyan and the others immediately left.
He took out his phone and dialed Song Xinya’s number.
After five rings, she answered.
The nerves that had been wound tight inside Qin Yuhe suddenly relaxed.
He spoke, his voice hoarse. “Yaya…”
He had a thousand things he wanted to say, but when the words reached his lips, they became a single sentence.
“I was really worried about you. Are you all right?”
Her usually sweet and alluring voice sounded listless. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
Qin Yuhe said, “Your voice doesn’t sound very good.”
Whether she did it deliberately or instinctively, the voice on the other end soon became as sweet and alluring as usual, with just the right touch of coquettish softness.
“I just woke up from a nap. See? I’m fine now.”
Qin Yuhe asked, “Are you really all right?”
Song Xinya replied, “Of course. When have I ever lied? Pure gold fears no fire, and a monkey isn’t afraid of having a red backside.”
Qin Yuhe murmured in acknowledgment, then asked, “Would you like to have lunch together?”
Song Xinya said, “I’m at home right now.”
Qin Yuhe was confused. She was always so dedicated to her work. Why was she at home during working hours?
His voice was warm and gentle, each word soft and reassuring, making him sound dependable and steady.
“Yaya, if something is making you unhappy, you have to tell me. As your husband, I’ll make you feel better.”
There was a brief silence on the other end before she replied, “I know, hubby.”
After hanging up, Qin Yuhe instructed the Qin family’s chef to prepare Song Xinya’s favorite Sichuan dishes and have them delivered to her.
That afternoon, Qin Yuhe was scheduled to meet with government officials to establish clear guidelines for the development of the domestic financial sector over the coming year.
This was not merely Qin Yuhe’s responsibility. It concerned the livelihood of the entire nation.
Even with his thoughts in complete disarray, the moment he entered the government building, he had to force himself to set everything else aside and focus completely on the financial conference ahead.
He had lived this way ever since he took control of the Qin Group at eighteen, for the past twelve years.
In the past, temporarily formatting away all other thoughts in his mind had been easy for Qin Yuhe.
But now, he struggled for a long time.
Because he simply couldn’t stop worrying about her.
She had said she was fine, yet he still couldn’t put his mind at ease.
The sun slipped from its position directly overhead toward the west.
When Qin Yuhe walked out of the government building, a thought rose in his mind:
I’ve finally made it through the afternoon.
Made it through?
A man who had always placed his career first, who had so many ambitions and ideals for his work, was actually using the word “endure” to describe it.
For the first time, Qin Yuhe admitted that he had changed.
Who had changed him?
He knew the answer perfectly well.
He didn’t attend the evening banquet with the government officials.
The Rolls-Royce sped down the road toward Zijin Huafu.
The moment Qin Yuhe stepped through the front door, all four little ones were there.
Time had slipped through their fingers. In the blink of an eye, the four little ones had already begun their winter vacation.
The New Year was fast approaching.
Qin Yuhe swept his gaze around the dining table. The four little ones were sitting neatly in their places, and the table was covered with Song Xinya’s favorite Sichuan dishes.
But Song Xinya was nowhere to be seen.
Song Tingye took the initiative to explain. “My sister is upstairs in the bedroom. She said she didn’t want to come down, so I had the servants take her dinner up.”
Qin Yuhe went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
Song Xinya was lying beneath the covers with her eyes closed.
From her breathing, Qin Yuhe could tell that she wasn’t asleep.
He took off his coat, still carrying the chill of the winter air, and walked to the bedside. Then he pulled the woman from beneath the covers and gathered her into his arms.
Holding her tightly, he buried his handsome face against her neck.
When he spoke, his breath was warm against the skin of her neck, his voice low and hoarse.
“Yaya, tell me what your medical report says.”
