Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 879 - 334: If Only We Could Look Back on the Years (Part 3)

Pregnancy...

When Shen Weiyi uttered those two words, the people at the dining table seemed to be awakened by her.

Feeling nauseous at the smell of meat, isn’t that a sign of pregnancy?

Song Jingyuan was extremely happy. Her health wasn’t good, and now she had only Lu Huai’an as her son, of course, she hoped to hold a grandchild sooner.

"Dad, you eat first, I’ll go check on Xiao Chu."

The old man’s eyes darkened slightly, his grip on the chopsticks unconsciously tightened.

If she’s truly pregnant, then who’s the father of the child...

Sitting to his right, Lu Zhengmao, though showing no obvious emotional fluctuation, had a look of joy and expectation in his eyes.

The old man’s gaze was solemn, with a hidden desire swirling beneath, but he was usually stern, so others couldn’t sense anything unusual.

A face full of wrinkles appeared indifferent and calm, as he instructed the servant, "Take this bowl of chicken soup back to the kitchen, and pour a cup of warm water."

The servant nodded respectfully, "Yes."

Retching sounds faintly echoed in the ears, Shen Weiyi slightly lowered her head, appearing thoughtful.

...

In the restroom.

Lin Chu weakly supported herself on the sink with one hand, while the other hand pressed against her chest, her face looking unwell.

She couldn’t vomit anything, but the feeling of nausea bothered her greatly.

Lu Huai’an stood behind her, his warm hand gently resting on her back, with shallow creases between his brows and a low voice, "Feeling better?"

Lin Chu took the water cup offered by the man, rinsed her mouth, then nodded, "Mm."

The restroom door was lightly knocked twice, followed by Song Jingyuan’s gentle voice, "Xiao Chu, are you okay?"

If her daughter-in-law were truly pregnant, it would be the best gift for this New Year.

"Mom, I’m okay," Lin Chu replied softly, nudged the man standing behind her, "Everyone is still waiting, let’s go out."

Although Lu Huai’an hadn’t actively questioned, he knew she had been distracted ever since picking up Ji Wanxia from the airport, often lost in thought, needing a few calls to bring her attention back.

A lean arm encircled the girl’s slender waist, pulling her weak body into his embrace, a faint emotion lingering at the depths of his eyes from some unknown source.

"Did you forget to take the medicine prescribed by the doctor yesterday?"

Lin Chu had chronic enteritis, and her diet had been quite irregular recently. Yesterday she drank alcohol, and the dull pain tormented her all night.

Her pallor hadn’t fully recovered, and she lacked strength, leaning against the man’s embrace, answering softly, "I took it, but the greasy smell still makes me a bit nauseous."

When unlucky, even drinking cold water can get stuck in your teeth.

For over twenty years, no matter how reckless she was, her body had been tough, but lately, big and small illnesses hadn’t stopped, securing her the nickname ’Lin.’

With only the two of them in the restroom, Lu Huai’an could act without reservations, gently kissing the corner of the girl’s lips and whispering, "We won’t stay long, we’ll go home after dinner."

Although they hadn’t moved out for long, Lin Chu already felt a sense of unfamiliarity with the atmosphere of this villa.

"I want to see my dad. If you have work to do, I can go back myself."

The distant sound of firecrackers could be faintly heard, the world full of reunion and festivity, but the Lin Family seemed to be in a state of quiet coldness.

Recently, the girl hadn’t been speaking very nicely, but Lu Huai’an automatically ignored the parts he didn’t like to hear, such as the last sentence just now.

With sharply defined features showing no emotional fluctuation, "Not that busy, we’ll go back together."

Lin Chu recalled last year’s New Year’s Eve, when she threw a tantrum wanting to go home, he threatened her with cold words.

It’s been a long time since those bright eyes had any shining beauty, her smile just a simple perfunctory one, "Mm, that would be good, Dad will be very happy."

...

When the two returned to the dining table, Song Jingyuan handed the prepared warm water to Lin Chu, her uncontainable joy leaving Lin Chu somewhat puzzled.

Sitting next to her, Lu Huai’an had already understood the expectation in his mother’s eyes, discreetly explaining, "Grandpa, Dad, Mom, sorry, Xiao Chu’s stomach hasn’t been feeling well these days."

Upon hearing this, Song Jingyuan couldn’t help but look somewhat disappointed, sighing, "Just an upset stomach, I thought..."

Lin Chu truly didn’t understand, Song Jingyuan’s words were only half-said, leaving her completely confused.

Dazedly, she asked, "Thought what?"

The hand resting on her lap was gently squeezed by the man beside her, before she had time to react, she heard the old man’s rich, powerful voice, "Eat."