"But I think it’s necessary for you to come over every day.
Zhang Ma, who manages the kitchen at the old Rong Family house, is very good at using traditional medicine to make soup. Your health isn’t great, so come over and have a bowl every day.
I’ll arrange for a driver to pick you up and drop you off. Don’t find it bothersome."
Lin Xinlan paused, and Rong Shaoze put down his chopsticks and said, "Mom, didn’t we agree..."
"We did agree. I didn’t say she had to stay here and not go back; I just want her to come over once a day. Is even that too much to ask of you?"
"It’s not that. It’s just that going back and forth is a hassle. Don’t you find it troublesome? If you want to nourish her body, you could let Zhang Ma come to my place. Once Xinlan’s health has improved, she can then come back."
"Your grandfather and father are used to eating the food Zhang Ma prepares. If you take her away, who will cook for them?"
Rong Shaoze was at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond.
Rong’s mother coldly turned to Lin Xinlan and asked her, "Xinlan, what do you think?"
Lin Xinlan set down her chopsticks and nodded calmly, "Mom, I’ll listen to you in everything."
Rong’s mother then revealed a satisfied smile.
Rong Shaoze inwardly cursed her for being foolish. Didn’t she realize that coming over every day wasn’t about the soup, but about being disciplined?
Forget it. Let’s just finish the meal and think of a way to change my mother’s mind.
After speaking, Lin Xinlan picked up her chopsticks to continue eating.
She ate absentmindedly, not even realizing she had eaten the meat in her bowl until she chewed a few times and felt a wave of nausea in her chest.
She tried to force herself to swallow the meat, but as soon as she did, the urge to vomit overcame her.
Lin Xinlan hurried to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and vomiting.
Rong Shaoze followed her and, frowning, gently patted her back as she retched.
It was a while before she could suppress the feeling of nausea.
Standing up straight, a tissue was handed to her. Lin Xinlan glanced at Rong Shaoze and took the tissue.
"How do you feel now?" Rong Shaoze asked with concern.
She shook her head, "I’m fine now."
"Let’s go, let’s not eat. We’ll go back," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder as they walked out. He then turned apologetically to the table and said,
"Grandpa, Dad, Mom. Please continue your meal, I’m taking Xinlan back."
Rong Guangguo looked at Lin Xinlan and asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Sit down first, let the doctor take a look at you, and you can leave after that."
"Grandpa, I’m fine," Lin Xinlan shook her head.
Rong’s mother asked with a hint of suspicion, "Why are you vomiting? You’re not pregnant, are you?"
Her last sentence clearly carried a hint of hope.
Just as she was about to say no, Rong Shaoze suddenly spoke up, "Yeah, probably. We’re not entirely sure yet. I’ll take her for a check-up tomorrow, and maybe it’s true that she’s pregnant."
Lin Xinlan looked at Rong Shaoze in surprise.
A glimmer of joy flashed in Rong’s mother’s eyes, "Call me as soon as you know the result."
Rong Guangguo also added, "If she is truly pregnant, she should take more care of herself. If the mother is healthy, the child will be too."
"Understood, Grandpa."
After leaving the Rong family’s old house and getting into the car, Lin Xinlan held onto the seat belt and tentatively asked Rong Shaoze, "Did you already know I was pregnant?"
"Yeah," Rong Shaoze didn’t try to hide it at all.
So she was really pregnant.
She also understood why Tao Hua had said that Shaoze shouldn’t touch her for three months. It made even more sense why he had been acting out of the ordinary lately.
No wonder his attitude towards her had changed; it was all because she was pregnant.