Chapter Forty-Six: Your Period Is Coming Soon

But the pain she had expected never descended upon her forehead. After her scream, Shen Huaijing opened her eyes to see Fu Chen’s right hand firmly blocking in front of her.

Shen Huaijing slapped Fu Chen’s hand aside, angrily fastening her seatbelt, her face flushed bright red.

“You always have to suffer a little before you’ll listen, don’t you?”

Fu Chen withdrew his right hand, arching his brows coolly. His gaze remained calm as he looked ahead, and the car’s speed returned to normal.

“You!” Shen Huaijing knew she was at fault, and for the moment, couldn’t find anything to retort.

However, Shen Huaijing was certainly not like other people. She could always find an excuse for herself, or perhaps…

Change the subject.

“What about tomorrow? You managed to fool your father today, but what will we do with your mother there tomorrow?”

Her slender brows knit tightly, her hands propping up her chin, and her large, watery eyes stared at Fu Chen pitifully.

Fu Chen, focused on driving, only glanced at her theatrics out of the corner of his eye. His lips curled with a hint of a smile, and he reached out to lift her chin, saying lightly,

“Don’t let your drool drip in my car.”

Shen Huaijing shot Fu Chen a vicious glare, her brown pupils shifting from side to side in their sockets.

“What scheme are you coming up with now? Don’t worry, since I promised my mother, I have a plan. All you need to do is act like a pregnant woman.”

Fu Chen glanced back at her, his jet-black eyes shimmering with a faint starlight, as if he could see through everything.

“We’re partners in this, so I should know what’s going on.”

Shen Huaijing had no intention of being a naïve pawn. She needed to know the whole plan so she could find her chance to retreat safely.

“I’ve already arranged things with Jinghua Hospital.” Fu Chen’s gaze grew icy, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the road ahead.

“The old man still thinks it’s his era—ridiculous.”

Fu Chen gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as if countless resentments churned within him.

“But even if we prove I’m pregnant, what difference does it make? Why would that stall your mother?” Shen Huaijing had endless questions swirling in her mind. What would Ke Jing do to the child?

Suddenly, Fu Chen slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching loudly.

He stared intently at Shen Huaijing’s abdomen, his gaze gentle yet hiding a sinister coldness, his thin lips murmuring,

“My mother will do everything she can to make sure this child disappears.”

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Shen Huaijing instinctively swallowed, her palms slick with cold sweat. Through Fu Chen’s gentle, dark eyes, she glimpsed a chilling malice beneath.

“So, does that mean your mother will try to force all sorts of medicine on me in the days to come?” Shen Huaijing truly felt she’d boarded a pirate ship—now even her health was at stake.

“More or less. Did you really think I’d let you walk away with fifty million so easily, and reunite happily with your little lover?” Fu Chen’s smile took on a dangerous edge.

Shen Huaijing had no desire to get entangled with Fu Chen over Mu Jinghuai. She chose not to answer.

“What if your mother ends up killing me? That’s what worries me most—I don’t want to die before I’ve even enjoyed myself.”

Fu Chen restarted the car, speaking unhurriedly, “She won’t. She’s not that stupid.”

“She won’t use force to make you take anything. It’ll depend on how well you play her game.” Fu Chen arched his brow with a playful smirk.

“But… just as your father said, you’d be carrying the Fu family’s eldest grandson. What reason does your mother have for doing this?” Shen Huaijing feigned nonchalance, taking out a compact mirror to check whether she’d hit her forehead earlier.

In the mirror, she appeared to be examining her injury, but her eyes kept darting to Fu Chen.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Fu Chen’s tone was chillingly cold, his perfect, chiseled features expressionless.

Shen Huaijing nodded dully, asking no more. Now was not the time to ponder Fu Chen’s identity, but to figure out how to deal with the damned Ke Jing.

Every medicine carries its poison; even if it didn’t kill her, it would leave scars on her body.

Both harbored their own secrets, and spoke no further. Lost in thought, Shen Huaijing actually drifted off to sleep.

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Such a delicious aroma. Shen Huaijing, eyes closed, kept sniffing, half-awake as she caught the scent of street-side barbecue.

Waves of savory fragrance rushed eagerly into her nose, clearing her mind as she struggled to open her eyes.

But what she saw was utterly baffling.

Fu Chen was calmly eating skewers, his movements practiced and his expression unruffled.

No matter how she looked, the scene was absurdly mismatched with Fu Chen’s handsome face. Not to mention a supercar parked at a roadside stall—a spectacle that drew countless glances, especially from girls who passed by, stealing quick looks before chattering excitedly.

How ostentatious—he even turned eating barbecue into a grand affair.

“Are you eating by yourself?” Shen Huaijing rubbed her eyes, her tone rising to challenge Fu Chen.

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“You were asleep, weren’t you?”

“Well, you’re a lady of privilege—maybe try keeping your drool in check when you nap.” Fu Chen took out a wet wipe from his coat pocket to clean his mouth, clearly already finished.

Just woken, Shen Huaijing’s mind was fuzzy. She hurriedly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but as she did, she suddenly realized—

Wait, she never drooled.

Looking now at the culprit, she saw a sly smile on his face, his thick black brows arched mischievously.

Shen Huaijing simmered with anger. When they first married, Fu Chen had been a gentleman; how had he become so cunning and prone to teasing?

The more she thought about it, the more furious she became. She grabbed her bag, determined to get out.

But how could her small legs outpace Fu Chen? He strode over and pulled her back with ease.

“Want something to eat?”

Fu Chen led her to the barbecue stall, his gaze holding a tenderness he rarely showed.

No matter how annoyed she was, the aroma from the food stand quickly quelled her anger. Since Fu Chen had given her an out, she’d gladly accept.

Her fair hand pointed quickly at several types of meat and vegetables on display, announcing loudly, “Boss, extra spicy! He’s paying.”

The stall owner smiled, thinking what a handsome couple they made.

“Not extra spicy, just mildly spicy,” Fu Chen swiftly stopped the boss from sprinkling more chili.

“Why do you have to control everything? I want it extra spicy! Don’t listen to him, boss—add more!” Shen Huaijing blocked Fu Chen, licking her lips impatiently as she spoke to the vendor.

The stall owner hesitated, unsure whether to add the chili, his hand frozen mid-air.

“Boss, I’m paying, so make hers mildly spicy. She can’t handle too much right now,” Fu Chen looked down at the eager little woman blocking him, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

The owner nodded, finally just sprinkling a little chili. Shen Huaijing instantly pouted in dissatisfaction.

“I’m not actually pregnant. Why won’t you let me eat it?”

Fu Chen squeezed her cheek gently, gazing at her with unfathomable eyes.

“You’re about to start your period—don’t you know?”