The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The sweetness of the dried scallops and the fresh aroma of the vegetables spread across the tongue, and the shrimp were all fresh and plump. It was warm and comforting.

Song Yunxi lowered her eyelashes and let the other person feed her spoonful by spoonful, but as soon as she swallowed the third spoonful, her brows furrowed involuntarily.

I was already feeling nauseous and vomiting from tossing and turning all night, and the porridge I used to love tasted bland and tasteless.

"I'm not eating anymore."

He turned his head away, his hand resting on the bedding tightened slightly, and he gently pushed away the white porcelain spoon in front of him.

Shen Chonglu paused, his hand holding the bowl still. He couldn't let him act recklessly in this matter, so he gently coaxed him:

"Let me have two more bites; this is just the beginning."

"I have no appetite."

Song Yunxi didn't even spare him a glance, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and rattled off a list of dishes:

"I want to eat spicy blood curd, boiled beef, and spicy chicken. Extra spicy, not this bland white porridge."

Normally, Shen Chonglu would not have agreed immediately. He would have had to negotiate and persuade him with kind words before giving up.

But right now, Young Master Shen has just lost twenty points, and his probationary period score has dropped to a failing grade. He is feeling anxious and uneasy, so how could he dare to speak disobey this ancestor to his face?

"Okay, okay, we'll eat whatever you want."

He readily agreed, his smile obsequious beyond belief.

After saying that, she carefully put the bowl of porridge back onto the plate, then took a napkin and wiped Song Yunqi's mouth, saying solicitously:

"I'll have someone prepare right away. You can rest for a while."

Song Yunqi glanced at him sideways and was somewhat surprised to see him agree so readily, but she was too lazy to investigate further and closed her eyes again to rest on the pillow.

Shen Chonglu walked out of the ward with one hand in his pocket.

Standing at the end of the corridor, he took out his phone from his pocket and skillfully dialed the private chef's number.

As soon as the call connected, the man gave a crisp and concise instruction:

"Prepare spicy blood curd, boiled beef, and spicy chicken."

Before the chef on the other end of the phone could answer, he quickly added:

"Don't actually make it like that, all oily and spicy! Cut all the chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns in half, less oil, less salt, and keep it light. My requirement is health! Understand?"

"Add in all the nutritious ingredients you can; eating it is a bonus."

After explaining the details of the dishes, Shen Chonglu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, he had already decided that if Yunqi was unhappy with the food, he would blame the restaurant and the chef, saying that the food was bad and it had nothing to do with him, resolutely shirking all responsibility, otherwise he wouldn't have enough points left to deduct.

As he walked back, he was thinking about how to get those twenty points back when his phone suddenly rang.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a call from his own father.

Shen Chonglu's heart skipped a beat. He glanced guiltily at the ward door, then sneaked forward a few dozen meters, turned into a deserted fire escape, and pressed the answer button.

The call had barely connected, and before he could even speak, a loud, furious roar came from the other end, making Shen Chonglu's ears ring:

"Shen Chonglu! What were you doing in Shanghai, you brat?!"

The call was on speakerphone, and Shen Chuanbin's loud voice echoed in the corridor, filled with barely suppressed anger.

Shen Chonglu held his phone further away, rubbed his slightly swollen ears, and muttered in puzzlement:

"Dad, how did you know I was in Haishi?"

Shen Chuanbin on the other end of the phone was amused by his self-righteous question and let out a cold laugh:

"How would I know? You came to our private hospital for treatment, mobilized our medical team, and you're asking me how I knew? Do you think I'm blind?!"

Shen Chonglu suddenly realized.

At the time, Shi was thinking about privacy issues and didn't consider many other factors. He came directly to his own family's hospital, but forgot that his father was the boss and that the people below would definitely tell Shen Chuanbin if anything happened. He immediately cursed himself for grasping at straws in his desperation.

Before I could think of a response, the old man's voice came crashing down on me again, his tone filled with disbelief and anger:

"What happened? I heard from the dean that you brought someone into the obstetrics and gynecology department. Who's pregnant?!"

Shen Chuanbin became increasingly angry as he spoke, slamming his fist on the table repeatedly on the other end of the phone.

"Didn't you used to cry and wail, insisting you wouldn't marry anyone but Song Yunxi?"

"How come you went to Haishi and ended up getting another woman pregnant?! Don't you have any morals?! Don't you know anything about propriety, righteousness, and a sense of shame?!"

"My Shen family has an impeccable reputation, how could we have given birth to such a despicable scoundrel as you, who seduces and then abandons us!"

Shen Chonglu was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by his father's absurd and scathing rebuke.

He leaned against the wall, holding his phone, deep in thought.

The motion-sensor lights in the hallway went out, and the dim light fell on his high nose, obscuring most of the complex expression in his eyes.

This matter cannot be hidden at all.

My father is just too angry right now to check the specific names on the hospital registration form.

Once the other party has recovered, they can simply ask the hospital director to look at the medical records, and Song Yunqi's name will be clearly written on the table, impossible to hide.

At that time, given Shen Chuanbin's temperament, he would probably be able to take a private plane directly to Haishi to see his daughter-in-law and eldest grandson.

Rather than waiting for my father to find out, it's better to make things clear now, at least we can still take the initiative.

Sigh, having a large family and a big business has its downsides.

There are no secrets.

"There are no other women. The one hospitalized is Yunqi."

The cursing on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.

A long, deathly silence stretched across both ends of the phone, even Shen Chuanbin's heavy breathing paused for a few seconds.

After a long while, the old man, filled with absurdity and confusion, finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"...Who? Say it again, who is it?"

"Song Yunqi".

Shen Chonglu gritted his teeth and deliberately slowed his speech down to an extremely slow pace:

"It's Song Yunqi, the one you were begging and pleading to marry. There's no one else, only him from beginning to end."

"No... wait a minute."

Shen Chuanbin was clearly a little dazed, even showing a hint of doubt about life itself.

"But Song Yunxi is a man! I've met him; he's an exceptionally handsome and outstanding young man. How could he possibly be in the OB-GYN? How could he get pregnant?"

Song Yunqi's special physical condition cannot be casually mentioned, although if Shen Chuanbin wanted to know, it would only be a matter of checking her file.

But Shen Chonglu would never reveal a single word about something that concerned his wife's privacy.

He raised his hand to rub his burning temples, and retorted in a muffled but stiff tone:

"You don't need to worry about that."

"Anyway, she is indeed lying in the maternity ward, and she is definitely carrying the baby. She is only two and a half months pregnant."

"He's suffered a lot lately and needs to rest. If you dare to come and harass him, I'll never forgive you."

Shen Chonglu paused, his voice growing more serious as he recalled Song Yunqi's cold attitude, as if she were always ready to kick him out:

"Let me be clear from the start, Yunqi hasn't fully accepted me yet."

"I've finally managed to stay by his side and take care of him. If you come over and scare or anger him, you'll never get to hold your grandson in this lifetime."

Shen Chuanbin was completely dumbfounded.

The amount of information was so overwhelming that the old man, who had spent half his life in the business world, was stunned and couldn't process it for a long time.

It's unheard of for a man to get pregnant, but his own son spoke with absolute certainty, his words carrying a hint of fierce possessiveness.

However, Shen Chuanbin had lived most of his life and was well-informed; his mind quickly cleared after the brief confusion.

But then I suddenly remembered something very important.

His breathing suddenly quickened, and his voice rose eight octaves: "Wait! Shen Chonglu, you explain yourself! Whose child is this?!"

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and the old man shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Didn't he get engaged to that guy from the Lu family not long ago?! This child... this child couldn't be Lu Jinci's, could it?!"

Hearing his father's off-track speculation, Shen Chonglu almost choked on his breath, and the anger he had just suppressed surged back to his head.

He lowered his voice and shouted through gritted teeth into the phone:

"Shen Chuanbin! What nonsense are you spouting?! Who does Lu Jinci think he is?! Does he even deserve to be called one?!"

"The child is of course mine! My offspring!!"

"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll go back to Beijing tonight and smash all the treasured wines in my cellar!"