Chapter 65: Hospital Checkup

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After taking a bath, Xia Yuan left the bathroom wrapped in a nightgown. Her skin glowed a precious porcelain white under the crystal chandelier, a color nurtured by power and wealth, needing just the right amount of care.

November’s weather was comfortable; there was no need for air conditioning or heating indoors, and it was cool enough outside to wear light dresses, tank tops, and various lace stockings.

Determined to increase her affection value by 1 today, Xia Yuan dried her feet, selected a pair of white lace thigh-highs from the wardrobe, the wide lace top hugging her smooth, white thighs.

She checked herself in the mirror, changed out of her pink nightgown, and ran her fingers through the several-meter-long wardrobe to pick a creamy white camisole.

She considered wearing Qin Mohuai’s white shirt, but it wouldn’t highlight her upper body’s curves and didn’t match with the lace stockings.

A princess must always look beautiful, and Qin Mohuai’s role was merely to admire her passively.

When she heard the water stop in the bathroom, Xia Yuan suddenly slapped her forehead. She nearly forgot the things she bought this afternoon.

Qin Mohuai simply dried his hair and, with eyes deep as the sea, was lost in thought. He was startled to see a corner of the bedroom.

Xia Yuan was rummaging through shopping bags, sitting on the carpet with her legs spread. The lace top of her stockings and her white thighs were tightly squeezed, making Qin Mohuai’s gaze heavier.

He walked over, bent down, and pressed his scorching chest against her back.

“What are you doing?”

Xia Yuan held a few brightly colored silk ties in her palm. “I bought these for you while shopping. Your custom ties are too dull; I’m bored of them.”

Was the term “bored” really used casually by a spoiled princess?

Qin Mohuai wanted to wrap his arms around her slender waist and lift her up, but then realized she might be pregnant and decided not to be reckless.

Instead, he knelt on the carpet, his long and strong arms supporting him like a large, loyal dog protecting its master, fierce yet faithful.

“Wife, let me try them on.”

“Hmm…” Xia Yuan’s intention was to have him tie one around her wrist, hoping to boost her affection value.

In the increasingly intense gaze of the man, she tied a bright paisley-patterned tie around her wrist, hooking it around his neck, and softly kissed him, pecking his lips, cheeks, and eyes with affection.

Qin Mohuai cradled her waist and gently lifted her up. His body was already heated by her teasing, his mind taut with self-control, but he resisted, concerned for her delicate and fragile body.

Xia Yuan’s cheeks were flushed, looking like a little pervert.

“Qin Mohuai… are you not up to it?”

The man gave her a heavy look. “Can’t you feel it?”

Xia Yuan shyly lowered her eyelashes. Of course, she could feel it, but why was there only a reaction and no action?

The two remained in a stalemate for several minutes. Qin Mohuai’s heat, restraint, and patience made her seem particularly spoiled and clingy.

Annoyed and embarrassed, Xia Yuan stopped trying to seduce him.

“Forget it!”

Qin Mohuai said hoarsely, “Baby, what if you really are pregnant? I’m not willing to take that gamble.”

Oh, really.

It turned out that when Qin Mohuai didn’t want to, he could truly control himself, as if his desire didn’t exist.

He could endure for the heroine in the original book.

He could endure for a hypothetical child.

Yet he had no pity at all for Xia Yuan, his relentless torment only made her more upset, realizing that painstakingly crafted love was not as good as a destined match.

What if Qin Mohuai discovered that his true soulmate was Ouyang Jing, not Xia Yuan? Would he dismember her into pieces?

Xia Yuan crawled into bed, curling up into a ball. She was frightened by her own assumptions.

Qin Mohuai sighed, turned off the lights, and held her in his arms, comforting her for a long time.

“Tomorrow we’ll go to the hospital for a checkup. If it turns out you’re not pregnant, you’ll see just how passionate I am about you,” he said.

Xia Yuan murmured in response.

She was sure she wasn’t pregnant, but to make Qin Mohuai stop worrying, she agreed to the checkup. She couldn’t wait to see the disappointment on his face—especially after how he gave her no respect tonight. The grudge-holding princess was back in action.

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At Xiangzhou Private Hospital.

Qin Mohuai accompanied Xia Yuan for several tests. The head doctor, reviewing the results, said, “The young madam’s period is only two days late. We didn’t detect any pregnancy in the test results. It would be better to come back in a week for another checkup, or you could use a home pregnancy test.”

Qin Mohuai replied, “Thank you.” His voice was calm, showing no sign of disappointment.

Having a child would be a bonus, but even if they didn’t, he and Xia Yuan would still be deeply in love, so there was no reason to be upset. The only issue now was canceling the baby items he had ordered last night.

Xia Yuan, however, felt let down. She had hoped Qin Mohuai would be devastated.

Qin Mohuai reassured her, “Baby, don’t be upset. Having a child would cause a lot of noise and disruption, which might interfere with your songwriting. Why don’t we just enjoy our time together?”

Xia Yuan nearly forgot her “I want a child” persona. With tears brimming in her eyes, she leaned sadly against him, looking fragile and heartbroken.

“I really wanted a baby who looks like you.”

“Well, shall we go home and work on that?”

“…” Xia Yuan playfully punched his chest. “I’m not in the mood right now.”

The atmosphere was completely off. No matter how exhausted she was from his affection, Qin Mohuai was the one benefiting, while her affection points didn’t increase at all.

As they left the hospital, Xia Yuan spotted a 16-inch green grape cake in a shop window. “The other day, when Ouyang Jing fed you green grapes, were they sweet?”

“What?”

Qin Mohuai looked utterly confused.

Xia Yuan continued, “When you were in the hospital after the car accident, didn’t Ouyang Jing feed you green grapes?”

Qin Mohuai tried to recall, “I never ate any grapes she fed me. The only green grapes I’ve had were the ones you gave me.”

“Really?”

Qin Mohuai’s tone was steady as he replied, “If I’m lying, may I suffer from impotence for the rest of my life.”

Xia Yuan’s eyelashes fluttered as she softly mumbled, “If one day you found out that Ouyang Jing was actually your true soulmate, would you chop me into pieces?”

She regretted asking the question immediately. Why was she treating Qin Mohuai like her actual husband, getting jealous like this?

“Baby, what kind of joke is that? I only fear that I love you too much. No matter what mistake you make, I’ll always forgive you,” Qin Mohuai chuckled softly, grasping her delicate chin as his warm tongue gently invaded her mouth, savoring her sweet floral taste.

Later that night, Qin Mohuai received a call from Wei Lao.

Wei Lao, who was turning 80 soon, was a big fan of horse riding. To celebrate, his family had decided to hold the birthday party at an equestrian club. Invitations had already been sent out.

Qin Mohuai replied, “Alright, we’ll be there.”

Had he known the series of shocking surprises awaiting at the equestrian birthday party, he would never have agreed.

Xia Yuan later found out through a conversation with Yang Ying that the Yang family would also be attending Wei Lao’s party. She encouraged Yang Ying to secretly invite Zhou Weiqi along.

In the original story, Yang Ying and Zhou Weiqi conceived a child in secret, and the Yang family only discovered Zhou Weiqi’s existence much later. If they had found out sooner, Yang Ying’s fate wouldn’t have been so tragic.