A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Chapter 17 Doctor's Advice

Have I been infected?

Zhuang Qingxiang found it unbelievable. She was in very good health and always took care of her younger siblings when they were sick. She had never collapsed after taking care of them for just one night.

She felt that the problem was something else, rather than being infected.

For example, her chest is hurting terribly right now.

The car was bumping around so badly that the pain was even worse. She wanted to hold on with her hands, but she felt embarrassed because there were strangers around, so she could only endure it.

As they passed a pothole, the car bounced violently, and Zhuang Qingxiang, unable to bear the pain any longer, clutched her chest with one hand.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Lu Congyue noticed that something was wrong with her.

Zhuang Qingxiang blushed crimson: "No. Director Lu, please drive slower, I'm feeling a little dizzy."

Many people get carsick, and she was bound to get carsick since she had never ridden in a car before. Lu Congyue slowed down the car, but still told her to bear with it and that she would feel better once they got to the hospital.

I was mainly in a hurry, as I had two crying babies at home.

Zhuang Qingxiang could understand. What was she to him? Director Lu was definitely not worried about her, but about the child.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor suggested they see an obstetrician-gynecologist.

Lu Congyue then realized that Zhuang Qingxiang's fever had nothing to do with him, but he had already come, and Zhuang Qingxiang had a fever, so he couldn't just abandon her.

But Lu Congyue never expected that the doctor would mistake him for Zhuang Qingxiang's husband.

"How could you be so negligent as a husband? Don't you know that if your wife's condition worsens, she'll need surgery to drain the milk?! You didn't even try to massage her blocked milk ducts? If that didn't work, you could have at least helped her express the milk! The baby is only a month old; she might not want to breastfeed anymore!"

It took Lu Congyue a while to realize what the doctor was talking about, and his expression became increasingly cold and hard.

The doctor, however, smiled at his reddened ears: "Comrade, there's nothing to be ashamed of. She's your wife; there are some things only you can help her with, things she can't do herself. Also, during this special period, avoid any forceful impacts or pressure..."

Lu Congyue lowered his eyes and saw a small ear that was red as blood, and the back of her slender, fair neck was also bright red, extending all the way to the depths of her collar.

Lu Congyue's Adam's apple bobbed twice, as he tried to explain, "Doctor, I'm not..."

"Doctor, he's not...

The two spoke at the same time.

The doctor smiled and said, "Alright, just do as I say. You can go home now. If it doesn't work, come back. I guess the only option will be surgery, and your child will suffer then."

The doctor was very busy. After giving a few more instructions, people came over and asked all sorts of questions. The two of them were kicked out before they could even explain themselves.

Zhuang Qingxiang wanted to disappear into the ground again, and didn't dare to look up at Lu Congyue.

It was bad enough that others mistook them for a couple, but the doctor's solutions to the problem were all incredibly offensive, yet they still ended up tacitly agreeing with them.

God knows they were no different from strangers!

Lu Congyue stood silently for a moment, looking at the woman in front of him with her head bowed deeply. He frowned: Trouble!

But we can't kick people out yet.

I'm so frustrated, incredibly frustrated!

Lu Congyue turned and left.

Zhuang Qingxiang paused for a moment, then quickly caught up, following behind him at a distance of two people.

"Get in the car!" Lu Congyue opened the car door.

Zhuang Qingxiang hurriedly slipped inside, secretly observing his expression.

His face was dark, his brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, and his eyes were full of impatience and disgust.

Even when she was extremely uncomfortable, Zhuang Qingxiang could guess what he was thinking.

He must be extremely annoyed by her being such a nuisance and is thinking about how to get rid of her.

Zhuang Qingxiang's mind raced, and she took a deep breath: "Director Lu, I didn't get sick on purpose. It's not my fault. It was because of you last night..."

The jeep lurched forward suddenly and then came to a sharp stop.

Zhuang Qingxiang was in so much pain that she didn't know whether to cover her head or hold her chest.

"What happened last night?"

A cold, questioning voice rang out, and Zhuang Qingxiang looked up to see a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

If she had looked closely, she would have noticed a hint of panic hidden in someone's eyes.

The more uneasy Lu Congyue felt, the colder his expression became.

Did he dream something last night? He couldn't believe it.

Zhuang Qingxiang forced back her pain and said, "Last night you had a fever, and I tried to bring it down with warm water. But you were so drowsy, you probably thought I was going to hurt you, so you jerked me away and pressed me down... That's why I got a fever from being squeezed..."

Press...

Lu Congyue closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

Zhuang Qingxiang knew he was tired of her, but she had to shift all the blame onto him now; she couldn't let him get rid of her.

"Director Lu, this really isn't my fault."

"Alright, let's talk about it when we get back!" Lu Congyue interrupted her.

Neither of them spoke on the way.

Zhuang Qingxiang was in great pain, and she was also thinking about what the doctor had said.

What should we do? She can't handle this by herself. Who can she ask for help?

Lost in thought, Lu Congyue returned home, his tone still harsh: "Get out of the car!"

Zhuang Qingxiang returned to the house and saw that the two children were sleeping. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," she said sincerely to the woman in the house.

"Don't mention it." The woman looked her over curiously. "So you're the factory manager's nanny? I heard you were sick with a fever? How are you?"

Zhuang Qingxiang's cheeks flushed slightly, too embarrassed to say what had happened, and she only mumbled, "Um...it's nothing..."

"My name is Sun Yongxian. The man outside is my lover. What's your name?"

"Zhuang...Zhuang Qingxiang." Zhuang Qingxiang was a little uncomfortable with Sun Yongxian's enthusiasm and responded dryly. She then glanced at Xiao Qianyue beside her and whispered, "My daughter hasn't caused you any trouble, has she?"

"Yueyue is such a good girl, I've never seen such an obedient child before." Sun Yongxian immediately smiled and shook her head. "By the way, I work at the factory's kindergarten. Yueyue is already five years old. Why don't you talk to Director Lu and ask him to get her enrolled in kindergarten? That would be so much better."

"It's not good to trouble Director Lu," Zhuang Qingxiang forced a smile. "Comrade Sun, I'm feeling a little unwell..."

Sun Yongxian: Oh right, you're sick. You should rest now. I should go back to work too. By the way, I've fed both kids rice porridge. They'll probably sleep for a while.

"Thank you," Zhuang Qingxiang said gratefully.

Sun Yongxian smiled, said goodbye, and left.

Zhuang Qingxiang overheard her exchanging a few words with Lu Congyue as she left. She listened intently, and soon heard Lu Congyue's footsteps.

She tensed up instantly, unable to forget what the doctor had said.

"Comrade Zhuang..."

"You can't do it!" Zhuang Qingxiang exclaimed nervously.

Lu Congyue: "..."

Zhuang Qingxiang blushed like the evening glow: "Um... as long as Yueyue is here, that's fine."

Lu Congyue felt awkward, and her interruption left him speechless.

Zhuang Qingxiang bit her lip: "Director Lu, please go ahead and do your work. Don't worry about me."

Lu Congyue: "The doctor said your illness needs to be treated as soon as possible, I..."

"I know, I'll try to figure it out," Zhuang Qingxiang said quickly, head bowed. "Director Lu, I'll definitely get better soon. Could you please not send me away yet?"

Lu Congyue didn't know what Zhuang Qingxiang's plan would be, and out of curiosity, he didn't leave immediately after walking out of the inner room.

Then he heard a soft, gentle voice coming from the inner room.