Chapter 35: Song Qiao and Xie Yanli Go Home Together!

As soon as Bai Shuyu noticed Dr. Liu getting angry, she quickly smiled and tried to smooth things over. “Dr. Liu, I know you’re the top OB-GYN at Incheon Hospital. If we didn’t trust you, we wouldn’t have come here for an examination. My daughter just wasn’t mentally prepared yet, so she asked that kind of question earlier. I hope you understand.”

Bai Shuyu paused, then added gently, “Dr. Liu, I’d like to ask — is my daughter’s threatened miscarriage serious? What should we be cautious about moving forward?”

Dr. Liu shot a glance at Song Qiao. These days, so many young girls lacked self-respect — if she wasn’t mentally ready, why get pregnant in the first place?

But seeing Bai Shuyu’s sincere demeanor, Dr. Liu’s expression softened and she began explaining the precautions they needed to take and how Song Qiao should take the prescribed medication.

While Bai Shuyu and Dr. Liu were conversing, Song Qiao’s brain felt like it had shut down. It wasn’t until Bai Shuyu pulled her to her feet that she finally left the consultation room, dazed and distant.

Just as Bai Shuyu was about to go pick up the medicine, Song Qiao suddenly spoke behind her, “Mom, I want to go to another hospital for a second opinion.”

Although Bai Shuyu trusted Dr. Liu’s diagnosis, considering the risk of a threatened miscarriage, she agreed it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion for peace of mind.

Originally, Bai Shuyu wanted to take her to another OB-GYN clinic, but Song Qiao ignored her objections and insisted on driving to Huaji Hospital — the most authoritative hospital in Beijing.

Once again, they registered for a specialist consultation. While waiting in the hallway, Song Qiao still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking maybe the first doctor had made a mistake.

But two hours later, the doctors at Huaji Hospital gave her the exact same result: she was indeed pregnant — already about two months along.

The doctor’s instructions and the prescription were almost identical to those at Incheon Hospital. While Bai Shuyu went to get the medicine, Song Qiao sat blankly in the hallway, her mind full of confusion.

Sitting in the corridor chair, she thought back and suddenly remembered the car accident she had been in. She suspected that something might have happened before the crash — something she had forgotten because of the trauma.

If she had really been with someone, it could only be Chen Yang. With that thought, she called him.

But no matter how many times she dialed, his phone was unreachable. Eventually, she had no choice but to hang up.

Soon after, Chen Yang replied via text:

[Qiao Qiao, I’m in a meeting. I’ll call you when I’m free.]

Chen Yang’s job had always been like this, and Song Qiao was used to it. She tucked her phone back into her coat pocket, her expression complicated.

Bai Shuyu quickly returned with the medicine. Seeing Song Qiao looking distraught, she assumed it was just because she wasn’t ready to face the pregnancy.

She sat next to her daughter, held her hand, and comforted her, “Qiao Qiao, you’re going to be a mom soon. Don’t feel scared or overwhelmed. I’ll be right here with you through this. I believe you’ll be a great mother.”

A great mother? After hearing that, Song Qiao felt even more chaotic inside. She had never even considered the idea of becoming a mother.

Just as Bai Shuyu was about to continue comforting her, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and walked a short distance away to answer it. Five minutes later, she came back and said, “Qiao Qiao, that was the manager from the Marriott about your and Chen Yang’s wedding banquet. He asked me to stop by. Please, listen to me — forget about work for now and go home to rest. And remember to take your medicine.”

She handed the medicine to Song Qiao with concern.

Song Qiao took the medicine, suppressing the mess of emotions inside her. She stood up and said, “Mom, I’ll drive you there.”

Bai Shuyu originally planned to take a cab, but worried that Song Qiao might sneak off to the studio instead, she agreed, hoping to talk more sense into her daughter on the way.

During the drive to the Marriott, Bai Shuyu kept patiently trying to persuade Song Qiao to take her situation seriously. But Song Qiao was lost in thought and didn’t say a word.

When they arrived at the hotel, Bai Shuyu went inside while Song Qiao stayed in the parking lot.

As she sat there trying to figure everything out, someone suddenly knocked on her car window.

When she rolled it down, she saw Xie Yanli’s cold and handsome face.

Her first thought was how ridiculously good-looking he was — and even more so, how cold he seemed.

They had just parted ways on bad terms the day before. She couldn’t understand why he was suddenly standing in front of her now. She asked, startled, “Xie Yanli, what do you want from me?”

“Open the door. Aunt Bai is going to be in there for a while. She asked me to make sure you go home.”

Xie Yanli stood there with his hands in his pockets, exuding a bored, indifferent aura.

Song Qiao was dumbfounded — her mother had asked this high-society young master to supervise her going home? A guy whose time was probably calculated down to the second?

“My mom asked you to supervise me? Did I hear that right?”

Xie Yanli gave her a sidelong glance and said coolly, “What, you don’t believe me?”

Things between them had become tense lately, and Song Qiao didn’t think Xie Yanli would lie. She waved her hands quickly. “Xie Yanli, don’t get me wrong. I know your time is precious — I can’t afford to waste it. I’ll call my mom and tell her…”

“I’m a man of my word, unlike someone else. Since you know my time is precious, then just open the door.” His tone was chilly, laced with sarcasm.

Song Qiao picked up on the barbs in his words and found him completely unreasonable. Meeting his eyes, she asked coldly, “Xie Yanli, do you have to speak like that?”

They locked eyes for a few seconds, but she couldn’t bear the icy look in his eyes and turned away first. Deep down, she thought: no way — I don’t need some icy CEO type driving me home. I can’t handle that.

But after a moment, she reminded herself: Why am I afraid of this jerk? She looked up again, bit her lip, and said, “Xie Yanli, thanks for the offer, but I don’t—”

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll let Aunt Bai tell you herself,” he cut her off, already pulling out his phone to call her mother.

Knowing her mother well, Song Qiao gave in immediately. “Fine, get in the car.”

Xie Yanli calmly sat in the back seat. Soon, his eyes were drawn to a diagnostic folder lying there.

His expression shifted slightly. Earlier, during a break from a dinner at the hotel, he’d run into Bai Shuyu in passing. They’d chatted briefly, and she had mentioned Song Qiao wasn’t feeling well and had gone to the hospital. She hadn’t said what was wrong — and he hadn’t asked.

As for Bai Shuyu asking him to drive Song Qiao home, that had been entirely his idea. Even though he’d been furious with her yesterday, he didn’t want to pass up the chance to be alone with her.

He was raised by a traditional, well-disciplined family — he wouldn’t normally invade someone’s privacy. But that medical folder sitting right in front of him was too tempting. His hand reached out, almost on its own.

He wanted to know what illness Song Qiao really had.