His physiological preference

Qin Yuzheng stood at the bedroom door, looking at the patch of red, "Grandma really put her heart into it."

His tone carried a satisfied smile.

Red is festive and a symbol of prosperity. He wasn't superstitious, but after being with Yang Zhiyan, he preferred to believe many things were true.

I'm afraid it will affect my happiness.

Yang Zhiyan walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. The sheets were cotton and very warm.

She picked up a cushion and hugged it to her chest, then looked down at the "囍" character on it.

Qin Yuzheng walked over, sat down next to her, and reached out to remove her pillow and put it aside.

"Tonight is our wedding night," he said.

Yang Zhiyan looked at him; his eyes reflected the light and a red glow.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her earlobe, and whispered, "Call me husband."

His voice was low, deliberately slow. Yang Zhiyan's face was already flushed red to the roots of her neck.

She opened her mouth, her voice barely audible, as if squeezed out between her teeth. "Husband."

Qin Yuzheng lowered his head and kissed her. He laid her down on the red sheets, his fingers running through her hair, which was spread out on the red pillow, its black and white hair contrasting sharply.

Her fingers gripped his shirt.

His lips moved from her lips to her chin, and from her chin to her collarbone.

His palm was against her waist, his thumb circling along her waistline.

Her body trembled slightly at his touch.

"It hurts..." Her voice suddenly changed; it wasn't shy or coy, it was genuine pain.

Qin Yuzheng stopped. "What's wrong?" Her face was pale, and the color in her lips was fading.

"My stomach hurts." Her voice trembled with suppressed emotion.

Qin Yuzheng looked at her pale face and the cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Seeing that Yang Zhiyan was in a lot of pain, Qin Yuzheng wanted to help her clean up and take her to the hospital.

Qin Yuzheng wiped it with a tissue and found traces of blood on it.

How could this be? Qin Yuzheng's hands trembled. They had done it last night, and nothing happened.

Baby, please don't get hurt. This is the wife he went through so much trouble to get.

"Baby..." His voice changed. He reached out and pulled the blanket over her, then turned around, picked up his phone from the bedside table, and dialed Qiu Jinyi's number.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"Qiu Jinyi, arrange a ward immediately. I'll take Yan Yan there now."

"What's wrong?" Qiu Jinyi's voice was tense, as if he had been startled awake by the sudden phone call.

"There's bleeding," Qin Yuzheng said, his voice still trembling, speaking very quickly.

He hung up the phone, squatted down by the bed, and picked Yang Zhiyan up from the bed. His movements were flustered, and his mind was blank, but he knew he couldn't panic.

He helped Yang Zhiyan get dressed, wrapped her in his coat, and carried her quickly out of the villa.

When the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Qin Yuzheng carried Yang Zhiyan and rushed into the emergency room.

The nurse on duty pushed a stretcher over, and he put her on it, his hands still trembling.

Yang Zhiyan lay on the hospital bed, clutching the hem of his shirt, her nails digging into his skin. It hurt, but he didn't move.

Qiu Jinyi was already waiting in the corridor, leading a female doctor in her forties over.

She was wearing a white coat, her hair was tied up, and her expression was serious. "Family members, please go out first. We need to do some checks."

Qin Yuzheng did not move; he held Yang Zhiyan's hand and did not let go.

The female doctor glanced at him but didn't urge him any further.

After the examination, the female doctor adjusted her glasses and looked at the two of them.

"You're pregnant." Yang Zhiyan was stunned. "How is that possible? We've been using protection..."

When Qin Yuzheng heard the news from his friends, he felt no joy, only despair.

He just started eating meat not long ago, and he wants to stop before he's had enough?

He looked at her pale face and suppressed the thought.

The female doctor looked down at the report in her hand. "You guys are being ridiculous. You haven't had your period for over a month, and you didn't even know?"

Yang Zhiyan buried her face in the blanket, her voice muffled, and she didn't even know what she was saying. She was just too embarrassed to admit it.

Not only was she unaware that she was pregnant, but she also had to be hospitalized due to bleeding because of it.

She hadn't had her period for over a month, but she assumed it was just menstrual irregularity caused by stress and didn't pay much attention to it.

Even feelings of fatigue, drowsiness, and inexplicable emotions were attributed to irregular menstruation.

They even suspected that she was becoming increasingly spoiled because of Qin Yuzheng's affection. But they never suspected that she was pregnant.

Because she's not ready yet, she doesn't want to be a mother.

She has only just begun to experience being loved; she hasn't yet learned how to love a child.

A person who has never been loved cannot love others.

Qin Yuzheng knew how to woo Yang Zhiyan as soon as he met her, and he knew how to treat Yang Zhiyan well.

Besides his own physical attraction, and the advice and suggestions he received from a group of close friends, the most important thing was that Grandma Qin loved him unconditionally.

Therefore, he knows how to love people and how to treat the people he loves.

Yang Zhiyan was an unloved child, so she was cautious and timid, appearing obedient but actually insecure.

Yang Zhiyan really wasn't ready yet.

The doctor gave Yang Zhiyan an injection to prevent miscarriage, gave her some instructions, and then left.

The ward fell silent. Yang Zhiyan's tears slid down her cheeks and into the pillow.

Qin Yuzheng held her hand. "Baby, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Yang Zhiyan shook off his hand, her voice trembling with tears, her words incoherent: "It's all your fault, I said I didn't want it anymore but you still... How could you do this... I just got married... I don't want to..."

Qin Yuzheng did not refute.

He took her hand again, this time holding it even tighter.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry. You can scold me or hit me, just don't cry."

He reached out with his other hand and brushed the stray hairs, wet with tears, from her face.

"Wife," he called softly, "don't cry."

Yang Zhiyan's crying subsided a little, and she was still holding his hand, but with less force than before.

She stopped talking, her tears stopped, her eyes were closed, water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Fell asleep.

Qin Yuzheng sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand without letting go.

He was prepared to live a lonely life until the end. But he was so lucky to meet her darling.

Now his baby is pregnant, his little baby. Qin Yuzheng feels both happy and confused.

But no matter what, he is the baby's strongest support.

So Qin Yuzheng called Liu Minlan.

Ask how this person who married and had children at a young age copes with it.