Chapter 9 – Are You in a Hurry to Find a Dad for My Child?

By the time they arrived at the hospital, Song Kexia felt a little embarrassed and told him to wait at the entrance.

Qin Muye let out a cold snort. “Am I your chauffeur?”

With no other choice, Song Kexia had to let him follow her inside.

She registered at the gynecology department. There weren’t many patients, but there were still four or five people ahead of her. Feeling bored while waiting, she glanced at the posters about women’s health on the wall.

Meanwhile, Qin Muye was surrounded by an overly friendly auntie, who was firing questions at him.

“Young man, are you here with your wife for a check-up?”

“I’m not married. I don’t have a wife.”

The auntie’s eyes lit up instantly. Not married? Perfect — she could introduce someone to him.

“Then why are you at the gynecology department?”

“I’m accompanying a friend.”

“You’re quite a good guy. If you really don’t have a girlfriend, I happen to have a niece — tall, beautiful, and a great match for you. If you’re interested, I can arrange for you two to meet someday. What do you think?”

Qin Muye glanced toward Song Kexia, who was standing there completely unconcerned about his situation, as if his life or death didn’t matter. He jerked his chin in her direction.

“Is your niece as pretty as that girl?”

The auntie followed his gaze. The girl’s face was as smooth and delicate as a peeled egg. Her skin was flawless, her eyes bright and clear, her lips red and teeth white — like a celebrity straight out of a magazine.

No comparison at all. But the auntie wouldn’t admit defeat.

“Looks aren’t everything. For marriage, what matters is being virtuous. That one look and you can tell she’s not the type you should bring home. You young people only care about appearances — but beauty won’t feed you or clothe you. Marry someone virtuous, and your life will be harmonious.”

Song Kexia: … She hadn’t offended anyone, had she?

Just then, the doctor called her name. Song Kexia quickly went inside and shut the door, earning a curious glance from the doctor.

When she said she was there to get emergency contraception, the doctor asked for her marriage certificate.

Song Kexia was dumbfounded. Where on earth was she supposed to get that?

The doctor took one look at her expression and figured it out.

“No marriage certificate? Then you’ll have to bring a parent — only then can we give you the prescription.”

“Doctor, my parents won’t get involved in my affairs. Please, I’m begging you, just help me this once.”

“That won’t do. Hospitals have rules. If I give you this medication without the required documents, I’d be breaking regulations.”

Adjusting her glasses, the doctor sighed and said earnestly, “Young women need to learn to protect themselves. You’re still so young — it’s natural to be curious about intimacy, but this isn’t something to take lightly. The man can just walk away, but you’re the one left worrying. If you get pregnant, it’ll be even more trouble. Even if you really can’t resist, you must take precautions to avoid problems later.”

As she spoke, the doctor handed her a few condoms. They were free.

This girl was obviously young, and her family hadn’t taught her about such matters, so as a doctor, this was all she could do.

“In the future, make sure the man wears this — it greatly reduces the risk of pregnancy.”

Song Kexia’s face turned crimson, and she shook her head quickly. “Doctor, I don’t need—”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. The country promotes family planning — condoms are free. Don’t think it’s awkward to bring this up. Next time, insist the man wears one. Don’t just give in because he doesn’t want to. Protecting yourself is more important than anything.”

Unable to refuse, Song Kexia accepted them with a burning face.

Her mind was in chaos. After thanking the doctor, she walked out.

So she had to get married before she could get medicine from the hospital? Wasn’t that completely backward? But if she didn’t get the medicine and ended up pregnant, what then?

When Qin Muye saw her come out looking so pale, he thought she’d been diagnosed with something serious and strode up.

“What’s wrong?”

Song Kexia quickly stuffed the condoms into her pocket, glanced around at the people nearby, and said, “I’ll tell you outside.”

The matchmaking auntie watched them leave together, eyes wide. That young man had just told her he had no girlfriend — was he playing her for a fool?

Song Kexia hadn’t gone far when she spotted a familiar figure. She instinctively wanted to hide, but the other person had already seen her.

“Xiaxia? What are you doing at the hospital?”

Song Kexia’s heart sank. She’d forgotten that Lin Siming’s second sister worked as a nurse here.

“I’m not feeling well, so I came for a check-up.”

Lin Sisi looked up at the sign above the department. Gynecology. What illness was she seeing a gynecologist for?

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing much. The doctor said it’s nothing serious.”

Lin Sisi glanced suspiciously at her, then at Qin Muye. He looked decent enough, but with his slicked-back hair and loud floral shirt, he gave off a roguish vibe. Why was she hanging out with a guy like that?

“Xiaxia, is this your boyfriend?”

“He… he’s just a friend who happened to have time to accompany me today.”

What kind of “friend” would go with you to a gynecology appointment?

Lin Sisi pulled her aside. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, you’ve misunderstood. He’s just a normal friend.”

“A normal friend who comes with you to see a doctor?”

“Really, just a friend. Sister Sisi, I’ve got things to do, so I’ll go first.”

With that, she quickly slipped away.

Lin Sisi looked after them, then at the gynecology sign, her thoughts churning.

At the hospital entrance, Qin Muye asked, “So what’s wrong? Is it some kind of illness?”

Song Kexia shook her head. “It’s not an illness.”

“Then why the long face?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Last night… I was worried I might get pregnant, so I came to get some medicine. But the doctor said without a marriage certificate, they can’t give it to me.”

Qin Muye froze, his ears slowly turning red.

Last night, at the last moment, he really hadn’t managed to pull out in time. His gaze flickered to her flat stomach before quickly darting away.

Pregnant? Their child? Could it really be that coincidental?

“I’ll marry you. In a couple of days, I’ll go to your family to propose.”

Song Kexia looked at him in surprise, then shook her head. “You don’t need to feel obligated. I’ll find a way to deal with it myself.”

Their first time had happened under those circumstances. If she agreed now, who knew what he would think of her? A man from his kind of background would inevitably be proud — if he ever found out he’d been “set up,” he’d never treat her well, even if they were married.

She did want someone to help her escape from Zhao Yinqiu’s clutches, but she didn’t want to fall into another trap. She wanted him to marry her willingly. She didn’t want to suffer again.

Qin Muye laughed in disbelief at her words. “Don’t need me to take responsibility? You’re in such a hurry to find a bargain dad for my child?”

Song Kexia pressed her lips together and said softly, “There might not even be a child. And even if there is, I’ll have an abortion. I won’t trouble you.”

She was completely sincere and even considerate toward him — which only made Qin Muye angrier.

Was he really that bad, that she’d rather be with some old man than marry him?