Chapter 35: The Second Generation of Wealth (1)

Perhaps the excitement had been too much; that evening, He Dongchuan was so overly excited that by the time the next morning came around, when Su Ting went to grab the milk, she felt her legs weaken and couldn’t stand.

After bringing the milk back, Su Ting lay back down in bed. She asked He Yan to buy breakfast.

She explained that she wasn’t feeling well, so He Yan became quite worried. After waiting in line at the canteen, he asked the lady who was serving the food at the counter: “Auntie, my mom isn’t feeling well. Do you know what we should do?”

Su Ting was a regular at the canteen and had a good relationship with the lady at the counter. When the lady learned that Su Ting was unwell, she immediately asked: “Your mom is sick? What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

He Yan thought about Su Ting’s condition and replied: “It seems like my mom hurts all over.”

Upon hearing this, the lady at the counter stopped serving food to the others and focused on He Yan. “Is it that serious? Was your mom still conscious when you left?”

“She was awake. She even went to grab the milk just now.”

The lady let out a sigh of relief and scolded gently: “You scared me there for a moment. I thought your mom might… never mind. Since she could go out, it should be nothing serious. When you go back, make sure she drinks more hot water. Do you have brown sugar at home? If you do, make her drink water with brown sugar. It’s really helpful.” She thought Su Ting was experiencing her period.

Although He Yan didn’t understand what illness his mother had, he was happy to have something he could do. He smiled and said: “I understand, thank you, Auntie!”

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome!” The lady at the counter smiled as He Yan walked out. “He Yan is such a good kid. He’s good-looking, has a great personality, and is so thoughtful. He even knows how to care about his mom’s health.”

On the other side, He Yan hurried back home, set the breakfast down, and began rummaging through the dresser drawer. The noise was so loud that Su Ting, who had almost dozed off in the Master’s Bedroom, was awakened. She rolled over, got out of bed, and shuffled out in her slippers, asking: “What’s going on?”

Hearing her voice, He Yan turned around and asked: “Mom, do we have brown sugar at home? I can’t find it.”

“Why do you need brown sugar?” Su Ting asked, puzzled.

“To make brown sugar water.”

Su Ting raised her chin and said: “Isn’t there white sugar in the drawer?”

He Yan stopped his movements and hesitated for a long time before replying: “But the lady at the counter said that only brown sugar water is effective.”

Su Ting walked over to the dresser, took the cup that had been turned upside down on a plate, and returned to the table. She poured two cups of milk and asked: “What’s so special about it? What did the lady at the counter say?”

“You said you weren’t feeling well, so I went to the canteen to buy something to eat. I asked the lady what to do when you feel unwell. Then she asked me where it hurt. I told her you were uncomfortable everywhere…” He Yan repeated the conversation he had with the lady at the counter and continued: “She told me to let you drink more hot water and that brown sugar water is really helpful. That’s why I came back to find brown sugar.”

After explaining the situation, He Yan suddenly remembered to ask: “Mom, what exactly is wrong with you?”

He Yan didn’t understand the subtle hints from the lady at the counter, but Su Ting, who had been tortured by her period for many years in her past life, couldn’t fail to understand the implications in the other person’s words. She couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, saying: “I’m not sick. I just didn’t sleep well last night and feel a bit tired.” As she spoke, she yawned dramatically.

“Really?” He Yan’s tone was full of suspicion.

“Of course, why would I lie to you?” Su Ting waved her hand and said: “Alright, hurry up and eat.”

Seeing her so certain, He Yan had no choice but to sit down at the table, still skeptical, and took the baozi Su Ting handed him, biting down into it.

While chewing, He Yan still felt uneasy and looked up to ask: “Mom, do you really not need to drink brown sugar water?”

“No need.”

Su Ting thought to herself that she had never had painful periods in this lifetime, so there was no need for brown sugar water. Besides, her period hadn’t come this month… Wait, when did her period come last month?

It seemed like it was around the 20th.

Looking up at the calendar, today was already the 27th, and there were no signs of her period arriving.

Su Ting slowly swallowed the food in her mouth, and a thought flashed through her mind: Could it be that she was pregnant?

Ever since He Dongchuan moved back to the Master’s Bedroom, they had been quite frequent, although not as exaggerated as seven times a week, but still two to three times a day when it wasn’t her period.

While she found it troublesome to clean up, and usually made him take care of it outside, anyone who had watched a few videos about basic biology would know that even condoms couldn’t guarantee 100% contraception, let alone the pull-out method. And there were times when he… well, you know.

They had been intimate for two months now, so it wouldn’t be that strange if she had become pregnant.

But wasn’t it common to feel nauseous during the first three months of pregnancy? She didn’t feel any reaction at all.

Thinking about this, Su Ting quickly took a sip of milk. She had a colleague before who loved drinking pure milk before she got pregnant, but after becoming pregnant, she found it smelled too strong and couldn’t drink it without vomiting.

One sip, two sips, three sips.

Half a glass of milk later, Su Ting still didn’t feel any different.

Besides, it’s often said that the first three months of pregnancy are the most dangerous, and couples are more likely to experience bleeding after intimacy, but after last night’s intense activity, she didn’t feel any discomfort.

Maybe she was just overthinking it. Perhaps this was just a simple delay of her period.

As Su Ting came back to her senses, she noticed that He Yan had taken a sip of the milk but wasn’t swallowing. He had tilted his head back, as if rinsing his mouth, inhaling and exhaling, but then he lost control, and the milk went down the wrong way. He suddenly arched his body and started coughing violently, spraying the milk all over the floor.

Su Ting, both angry and amused, said: “Serves you right!”

Although she complained, she reached over and patted him on the back, waiting until he was feeling a little better. Then, she went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and handed it to him, saying: “Wipe your face.”

He Yan wiped his mouth with the towel, then unfolded it, folding the unclean side over his face. He rubbed it hard for two strokes, then took it off and smiled: “All wiped!”

“Always so silly!” Su Ting laughed, took the towel back to the bathroom, and after coming back out, she said: “Drink your milk properly, don’t play around!”

“Got it!”

He Yan promised, but after only a couple of sips, he couldn’t help but wonder again: “Mom, can I put sugar in the milk?”

“Don’t even talk about sugar; if you want to put tea leaves in, go ahead.”

He Yan scrunched his face: “Tea leaves? That sounds strange.”

Su Ting hummed: “What’s strange about it? You’ve never had it, but once you do, you’ll know just how good milk tea tastes.”

He Yan became interested and asked: “So, adding tea leaves to milk makes it milk tea? Is it really that good?”

“You also need to add sugar. After making the milk tea, you can add other things, like coconut jelly, taro paste, or even chestnuts.” Su Ting said, smacking her lips. She quickly stopped herself from thinking further, as the more she thought about it, the hungrier she became.

He Yan was also tempted by her description, licking his lips as he asked: “Mom, do you know how to make milk tea?”

“Do you think I know how to…” Su Ting’s words trailed off as she realized she had fallen into a thought trap.

Although she wasn’t good at cooking, He Dongchuan was great at it. If she couldn’t make milk tea herself, she could always describe it to him and have him make it, right?

Su Ting narrowed her eyes, with a meaningful tone: “Maybe, I could give it a try.”

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