After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

He Zhan returned the donkey cart and rushed to the clinic immediately.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw Song Huiling wandering on the street with her head down, kicking her feet as she walked. Just from her back, I could tell that she seemed to be experiencing great emotional fluctuations at the moment.

"Madam, is there anything wrong with my aunt's health?" He Zhan walked over from behind, put his hands on Song Huiling's shoulders, and gently held her in his arms.

"Doctor Yu hasn't said anything yet. I just felt stuffy in the clinic, so I came out to get some fresh air." Song Huiling pushed He Zhan to the side. "Go away. Don't let Doctor Yu see you, or he will definitely ask you why you haven't come to fix the door for him."

"It's okay, just ask. I'll find time to come and fix it for him starting tomorrow." He Zhan glanced at Song Huiling, "But you, is it appropriate for you to just stand outside and not go in to accompany your aunt?"

Song Huiling made up an excuse. She couldn't possibly tell He Zhan that they were asking about the couple's private matters, right?

The two waited outside for a long time. They heard footsteps and looked towards the clinic. Xu Duanyang was supporting Ding as he walked out. He moved very carefully, fearing that Ding would stumble.

Song Huiling was too embarrassed to ask, but He Zhan, who didn't know the situation, went up to her and asked with concern, "Is my aunt okay?"

Hearing this, Ding's face turned red.

Xu Duanyang remained silent for a long time before he laughed and said, "Nothing, nothing. Sorry to bother you."

But his expression was a little awkward and his smile was forced.

He Zhan realized that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked, so he immediately stopped talking: "It's getting late, and now that my aunt has finished her consultation, I will take you two to a restaurant in the city to have a meal to fill your stomach."

Ding waved her hands repeatedly: "Xiao He, don't bother me. I want to go back now. If possible, can you help me make arrangements?"

He Zhan was puzzled and tried to persuade them to stay: "It's getting late. If you go back now, it will be late at night when you arrive at Machen Village. Aunt and uncle should rest here for a night. If you are really in a hurry to go back, I will personally take you back tomorrow morning."

Ding insisted: "It's okay to rest for one night, but I have something very important to do, so I have to rush back immediately."

What Ding meant was exactly what Xu Duanyang meant. His wife had made the decision, and he didn't dare to refute it.

The couple insisted on going back, and He Zhan had no choice but to keep them there.

Considering that Mrs. Ding was ill, he asked an acquaintance to find a comfortable carriage to send the couple back.

Before leaving, Ding talked to Song Huiling alone for a few words.

After hearing this, Song Huiling's expression was very interesting. Even after the carriage disappeared from her sight, she was still unable to recover for a long time.

After Xu Duanyang and his wife left, Song Huiling became depressed and begged He Zhan to send her back to Yuntun Village.

She had something on her mind, and He Zhan also felt bad about it. If there was anything, he could share her burden.

The night is as dark as ink, and the cold moon is like a hook.

After leaving Qingyuan County, the only source of light was the lantern held by He Zhan.

In the dim candlelight, Song Huiling's face was looming, her fair skin looked particularly delicate in the weak light. She pursed her lips slightly, as if in deep thought, and her brows were always covered with a layer of faint sadness.

He Zhan turned his head and glanced at her, and couldn't help asking, "Madam, is there anything difficult?"

Song Huiling shook her head, her expression clearly unnatural as she said, "Really not."

He Zhan suddenly raised his hand and pinched the ticklish flesh on the back of her neck, and said, almost through gritted teeth, "If you don't behave, don't force me to deal with you here."

Song Huiling struggled twice to avoid it, but He Zhan followed up and pinched her again.

She was so weak that she begged for mercy in a soft voice: "Stop scratching me, I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

He Zhan then let her go and withdrew his hand.

Song Huiling wiped the tears from her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "My aunt is two months pregnant."

This kind of words was too unfamiliar to He Zhan. He was unable to react when he first heard it and thought that Mrs. Ding had some serious illness.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to comfort Song Huiling, he suddenly realized something.

He was speechless for a moment, and his expression became extremely complicated.

Mrs. Ding is already in her forties this year, about the same age as his mother. If Mrs. Yang suddenly told him that she was pregnant with a younger brother or sister, he would not know how to react.

The Xu family was exiled to Qianzhong for only a little over a month. Judging from the time, Ding must have been pregnant before the exile.

After Song Huiling said this, He Zhan didn't know what to ask anymore. He pretended to be calm and said, "Then let's go visit her in a few days with some supplements to help her stay pregnant."

"No need." Song Huiling responded awkwardly, "My aunt said that the child is not even three months old yet, and she doesn't want to let my grandparents and cousin know about this. Besides, she hasn't decided whether to keep the child or not."

"Why not keep it? This is a life. Since it has come into this world, parents have the responsibility to raise it. But your uncle doesn't agree to have this child?" He Zhan's tone became serious, like a messenger of justice.

Song Huiling sighed: "It has nothing to do with my uncle. My aunt has her own ideas, and she hasn't explained the reasons to me. Before she is willing to tell my grandparents about this, we just have to pretend we don't know."

He Zhan suddenly raised his hand and touched Song Huiling's belly. His movements were gentle, but his words were full of threats: "My wife, I can't interfere with other people's affairs, but if you get pregnant with my child one day, don't make decisions alone. You must tell me and discuss it with me. Do you understand?"

Song Huiling's body trembled slightly. If she was really pregnant, given He Zhan's domineering personality, if she dared to do anything to the baby in her belly, he would definitely not let her off easily.

"I know, I know. But whether I can get pregnant is still a question." Song Huiling muttered with a pursed mouth.

He Zhan glanced over calmly: "Madam, are you doubting my ability to water the flowers?"

Watering the flowers…what flowers?

Song Huiling was stunned, and it took her a long time to realize that He Zhan was shamelessly saying dirty words again.

She clenched her fist and hit him hard: "What are you thinking? Didn't we agree on this? I don't want children."

Having said that, after spending so much time with He Zhan, Song Huiling couldn't help but have the thought that it would be nice to have a child with He Zhan.

But besides the fact that she herself didn't want to, her physical condition probably didn't allow it.

If she remembered correctly, this body hadn't had its period for three months.

She asked Doctor Yu about this matter in private, and Doctor Yu only said that her body was very weak and this matter could not be rushed, and she could only take good care of her body first.

He Zhan didn't want to push Song Huiling too hard on this matter, so he rubbed her head and said in a softer tone, "It's up to you whether you want to do it or not."