A well-behaved girl was deceived while searching for her husband; she married a childless military o

Huang Erling poured a glass of warm water and sat down next to her. She asked with concern, "Xiao Qiao, did you suddenly fall ill tonight? Are you sure you didn't eat something bad?"

Qiao Lanshu: "I ate dinner in the army canteen, and Brother Zheng ate with me too, so I shouldn't have eaten anything wrong."

As she spoke, she added, "I felt nauseous a few days ago too, but it wasn't serious then."

As she spoke, Qiao Lanshu suddenly became a little scared and said, "Sister Ling, do you think I might be sick?"

She hadn't been with Qin Yuanzheng for very long, and she hadn't even had enough of the good times yet.

She doesn't want to get sick.

In her previous life, Qiao Lanshu wished she could die as soon as possible.

But she hasn't lived enough in this life yet.

As Qiao Lanshu was thinking this, she saw Huang Erling looking at her with a strange expression.

Qiao Lanshu paused, then looked at Huang Erling and asked, "Sister Ling, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Huang Erling put down her water glass, hesitated for a moment, and carefully asked, "Xiao Qiao, about your symptoms, what do you think...?"

She hesitated for a long time before lowering her voice, as if afraid of being overheard, and said to Qiao Lanshu, "Do you think you might be pregnant?"

Qiao Lanshu: "..."

Qiao Lanshu was stunned, staring blankly at Huang Erling. She instinctively denied it, saying, "No way? Sister Ling, don't tease me. How could I possibly be pregnant?"

Qin Yuanzheng is infertile; she couldn't get pregnant in her previous life either.

However, on the other hand, her body was damaged in her previous life, but this time, her body is very healthy.

Is it...

Qiao Lanshu never considered the possibility of her becoming pregnant.

But now, as soon as Huang Erling mentioned it, she couldn't help but start thinking about it too.

Qiao Lanshu subconsciously reached out and touched her stomach, asking Huang Erling, "Can I...can I get pregnant?"

Huang Erling clicked her tongue and said to her, "Why not? Although Qin Tuan has infertility, he has never been married before, and there is no fact to prove that he is really infertile. What if the doctor misdiagnosed him? Or, you are easily fertile, then it is possible."

Huang Erling analyzed for Qiao Lanshu, "Look, you could have gotten pregnant in one or two tries, but after being with Qin Tuan, it took ten, twenty, or even a hundred tries to conceive. Doesn't that mean it's very difficult for you to get pregnant?"

Huang Erling: "If it were any other woman, with Qin Tuan's constitution, she might not have been able to have a child."

Huang Erling is a very straightforward person.

Qiao Lanshu blushed with embarrassment.

She wanted to explain, but then she thought about it again. Since she and Qin Yuanzheng got married, the number of times Qin Yuanzheng had done it every day was countless.

Even if you say it a hundred times, it might not be impossible...

Huang Erling only had a vague guess in her mind and dared not say anything definitively, lest she make a mistake and cause a mess to be made.

But she had given birth to two children before, experiencing the full ten months of pregnancy and childbirth twice. She knew everything about pregnancy and was more confident than others.

She moved the stool closer to Qiao Lanshu, deftly winding the yarn scattered on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) into a ball. She gently placed the bamboo needles in the sewing basket, then lowered her voice, her tone a mixture of caution and barely suppressed enthusiasm: "I'm just guessing based on my experience, don't get too worried. Nobody can say for sure these things… Or, I'll have Lao Zhao drive us to the hospital for a checkup, just to be on the safe side?"

Huang Erling spoke conservatively, but her mind was in turmoil.

If Qiao Lanshu is really pregnant, the news will cause an uproar throughout Longcheng.

Not only will the military compound be in an uproar, but even the nearby factories, department stores, and supply and marketing cooperatives—anyone who has heard of Qin Tuan's reputation and knows about the couple—will be utterly astonished.

This is incredibly joyous news!

As Qiao Lanshu listened, her heart warmed slightly, and an indescribable expectation quietly emerged, softly enveloping her heart.

But she forced herself to suppress that excitement, not daring to think about it too much, afraid that the greater her hopes, the more painful it would be if she were disappointed.

She gently pulled Huang Erling's arm, her voice steadying, "Sister Ling, there's no rush. What if I'm just overthinking things and nothing's wrong? Wouldn't it be a waste of time for us to rush to the hospital like this?"

If someone sees it and it spreads like wildfire, becoming the talk of the town, and you end up disappointed, how embarrassing would that be?

Qiao Lanshu subconsciously raised her hand and gently placed it on her flat stomach. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her voice was very low, as if she was afraid of disturbing something: "Let's wait a little longer. I'll go to the hospital for a check-up by myself tomorrow."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt inexplicably flustered.

That feeling is somewhat like the trepidation of approaching home; you've been looking forward to it for so long, but when you're finally close to the answer, you don't dare to take the next step.

Wasn't her biggest regret in her past life that she couldn't have a child with Qin Yuanzheng?

But now, the opportunity seems to be right in front of her, yet she hesitates.

If not, she feared she wouldn't be able to bear the feeling of falling from the clouds.

Qiao Lanshu sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his eyes filled with complex emotions, his fingertips curling slightly, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Seeing her expectant yet nervous expression, Huang Erling's heart softened. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly leaned forward, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of embarrassment, "Xiao Qiao, I have a private question for you. It's okay if you don't want to tell me."

Qiao Lanshu snapped out of her reverie and replied softly, "Sister Ling, go ahead and ask."

There were clearly only the two of them in the room, and the doors and windows were tightly closed, so not a breath of wind could get in.

Huang Erling still subconsciously glanced around, as if doing something secret, to make sure no one was eavesdropping, before moving closer to Qiao Lanshu, almost touching her ear, and whispering, "I'm asking you, about Qin Tuan's... how much was in it?"

Qiao Lanshu: "..."

She never expected Sister Ling to ask such a private question, and her cheeks flushed instantly, turning red from her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck felt hot.

She stammered, her voice barely audible, "Sister Ling, why...why are you asking this..."

Huang Erling herself was a little embarrassed, scratching her face, but still insisted, "Oh, don't be shy, I just want to help you analyze this properly!"

Qiao Lanshu lowered her head, her heart pounding. After a long silence, she finally nodded gently.

Many, of course, many.

There were so many that she was almost overwhelmed.

Qin Yuanzheng always said he would feed her well and fatten her up, and cherish her like a precious gem.

Her figure hasn't changed much, but she's definitely been fed very well every day.

When Huang Erling saw her nod, her eyes immediately brightened, and she felt more confident, but she still kept her mouth shut: "Then, in my opinion, you're probably sixty percent pregnant."

Qiao Lanshu's heart tightened, and she subconsciously asked, "What about the remaining 40%?"

Huang Erling couldn't help but laugh, glancing at her lightly and teasingly saying, "That forty percent, isn't it just that they ate something bad and got a minor ailment?"

Qiao Lanshu: "..."

In fact, Huang Erling had already concluded that Qiao Lanshu was most likely pregnant.

However, she dared not speak too definitively. What if it really was just an upset stomach? Wouldn't that make Xiao Qiao's hopes dashed, and then things would be even more embarrassing?

Huang Erling stopped thinking about knitting and sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), holding Qiao Lanshu's hand and rambling on about her pregnancy experience.

Pregnancy symptoms are actually quite easy to identify. The most obvious one is fatigue. You feel weak all over, and you will never sit if you can lie down, and you will never stand if you can sit. You get tired after standing for a short while.

Of course, everyone's constitution is different, and their reactions vary greatly.

Some people are drowsy all day long and incredibly lazy;

Some people, on the contrary, are quite energetic and not sleepy at all.

The nausea, vomiting, and loss of appetite that occur during pregnancy vary from person to person. Some people vomit so badly that they feel dizzy and disoriented, while others feel comfortable and unaffected from beginning to end. It's quite amazing.

Qiao Lanshu had initially harbored a secret joy, but after listening to Huang Erling's analysis, the symptoms seemed to match up somewhat, yet also didn't quite, leaving her feeling uneasy and indecisive.

Huang Erling stayed with her, chatting idly, and before they knew it, they had been sitting for more than two hours.

Until a familiar set of footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate, steady yet with a hint of urgency;

Qin Yuanzheng, who had finished his report and was rushing home, had finally returned.

As soon as Qin Yuanzheng's footsteps sounded at the door, Huang Erling, holding the bamboo basket containing the yarn balls in her arms, almost immediately stood up and instinctively wanted to walk outside.

She knew in her heart that once this person came back, the house would be a private time for the young couple, and as his sister-in-law, she naturally couldn't keep him any longer.

As soon as Qin Yuanzheng pushed open the door, a chill, carrying his dusty clothes, rushed into the room. He immediately saw Huang Erling, who was about to leave, and a genuine expression of gratitude appeared on his face.

His voice was steady, tinged with weariness, yet still sincere: "Sister-in-law, thank you so much this time. If you hadn't been here with me, I would have been constantly worried while I was working outside."

This was the first time Huang Erling had seen Qin Yuanzheng so polite and solemn, and she felt a little awkward for a moment.

She quickly waved her hand and replied softly, "Your Xiao Qiao is fine, she's just feeling a bit tired and not feeling well. It's good that you're back, spend some more time with her, I'll head back now."

Qin Yuanzheng nodded, did not stop her, and personally escorted Huang Erling to the door.

Only after the door next door closed gently did he turn around, return to his own house, and fasten the latch behind him.

He took off his military cap and casually hung it on a hook on the wall. He then took off his heavy military overcoat, shook off the cold air, put on cotton slippers, and went into the inner room.

Despite the weariness of his journey, his face showed signs of fatigue, but he could not hide the urgency in his eyes.

He walked to the sofa and gently knelt down. Because he had been traveling all day and hadn't had time to wash his hands, he refrained from hugging Qiao Lanshu. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze tender and worried as he looked at her face: "Wife, how are you? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Qiao Lanshu simply stared at him quietly, unsure of what to say.

She was afraid that she was just overthinking things, and that if she went to the hospital for a checkup, it would turn out to be nothing at all. In that case, she would not only make a big joke of herself, but also let Brother Zheng get all the joy for nothing.

After much deliberation, she swallowed her words and simply said softly, her voice weak, "I feel much better now."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuanzheng's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "That's good, you scared me to death. I'll go wash my hands and face first."

He stood up and went straight to the washroom.

Despite the freezing weather, he didn't care and simply wiped his hands and face with cold water.

He then took off his undergarments and carefully wiped his body with a dry towel.

When he came out again, he was only wearing a pair of shorts. He walked quickly to the sofa, bent down and gently picked up Qiao Lanshu in his arms.

He softened his voice, with a hint of apology: "It's late, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, let's go to sleep."

Qiao Lanshu still felt heavy-hearted and lacked energy, so she just nodded silently.

Qin Yuanzheng looked down at her absent-minded appearance and asked, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about? You look so preoccupied?"

Qiao Lanshu was silent for a moment before raising her eyes and asking softly, "Brother Zheng, are you free tomorrow?"

With such a major incident just happening in the mining area, he has a ton of work to do and can't possibly find a whole block of time to spare.

But as long as Qiao Lanshu asks, no matter how busy he is, he can always find the time.

He asked softly, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Qiao Lanshu lowered her voice even further: "I want to go to the hospital and see a doctor."

Even if Qiao Lanshu hadn't mentioned it, Qin Yuanzheng had already planned to take her to the hospital.

That night, she suddenly felt nauseous and vomited, her face turning frighteningly pale, which really scared him. He still hasn't completely calmed down.

He carried Qiao Lanshu slowly to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), carefully put her down, tucked the blanket around her, and said in a steady voice, "Okay, after breakfast tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the military hospital for a thorough check-up."

Hearing him say that, Qiao Lanshu smiled.

Whether you're actually pregnant or not, go to the hospital and have a doctor check it out. Getting a professional opinion is always better than guessing on your own.

Qin Yuanzheng noticed that she was unconsciously touching her stomach, and his heart tightened. He immediately reached out his rough hand, gently placed it on her lower abdomen, and slowly massaged it.

Qin Yuanzheng: "What's wrong? Is your stomach still upset?"

When that calloused hand touched her, Qiao Lanshu trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed, and she twisted her body slightly, her voice low, "Brother Zheng, don't touch me."

Qin Yuanzheng: "..."

He had no other intentions whatsoever. Qiao Lanshu was feeling unwell, and he was too worried about her to bear bullying her.

But with that slight twist, her soft body pressed against him, and his once docile thoughts were instantly stirred up.

Qin Yuanzheng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his palm still gently pressed on her stomach, his voice deepening, with a barely perceptible huskiness: "Don't twist around."

If you keep twisting like that, you'll get hit.

……