Chapter 258

Chapter 258: 251: Let’s Get Married (first update) Chapter 258: 251: Let’s Get Married (first update) Jhiang Zhenghao looked back, the greenery blocked half of his view, but he still keenly spotted Guan Sixing. Moments before, he was all bristles and now his face burst into smiles, “Nephew Guan, you’ve come at just the right time.”

Nephew Guan?

Jhiang Youyou found it grating to her ears.

With a full face of smiles, Jhiang Zhenghao said, “My daughter is pregnant, you—”

“Jhiang Zhenghao.” She didn’t dare to see what kind of expression would appear on Guan Sixing’s face. Jhiang Zhenghao’s attitude of selling his daughter made her feel so ashamed that she wanted to vanish on the spot, “If you say another word, I’ll smash myself against that lamppost right now.”

She turned and walked away.

But Guan Sixing followed her.

She didn’t want to see him: “Didn’t you hear everything? Why are you following me?”

Anger and shattered pride turned into a blaze, scorching her heart and lungs painfully. She couldn’t catch her breath and stopped in her tracks, her hand gently pressing on her lower abdomen, her body involuntarily arched.

“What’s wrong?”

She slowly squatted down.

Guan Sixing had no idea what was wrong with her, and he didn’t dare to touch her carelessly, he could only offer support by holding her back with one hand, “Xiao Huan, go get the car.”

Gu Yihuan answered and immediately went to fetch the car.

“Youyou.” Jhiang Zhenzhen went over to support her, asking where she felt uncomfortable.

Unable to speak, her stomach ached so much that she dared not move while crouched there, her face turning pale.

Jhiang Zhenghao and Shen Li both gathered around as well.

“You—”

Before Jhiang Zhenghao could even begin, Jhiang Zhenzhen yelled at him, “Don’t talk anymore!”

Jhiang Zhenghao sullenly closed his mouth.

*****

Jhiang Youyou was taken to the nearest Municipal People’s Hospital.

She fainted on the way and didn’t know how long had passed. When she opened her eyes it was already dark outside, with lights on in the room. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was, then she immediately checked on her belly.

The pregnancy was young, and actually, she couldn’t feel anything, but it was a subconscious action.

“The child is fine.”

She stopped the movement of her hand, only then turning her head to look beside the bed. Guan Sixing was still in the sportswear he wore in the afternoon for playing ball.

Her emotions now were very calm, “You can leave now.”

Guan Sixing stood without moving, “Let’s get married.”

Jhiang Youyou’s four sisters all married “well” in the eyes of Jhiang Zhenghao. Before the second sister committed suicide, Youyou had little resistance and accepted that she would eventually marry someone “good” chosen by Jhiang Zhenghao. She had no expectations for marriage, hence she never fantasized about proposals or weddings.

The first time she was proposed to, it was under such circumstances, without a shred of happiness, even though the proposer was the only one who had ever made her consider marriage.

“Aren’t you going to ask who the father is?”

Guan Sixing replied without hesitation, “It’s yours.”

“You’re quite generous.”

Jhiang Youyou sat up, pushing away Guan Sixing’s hand that reached out to support her, her mouth smiled but her eyes were cold, “In your eyes, is that the kind of person I am? To randomly find someone to take on the responsibility ‘just like that’?”

She couldn’t get angry or cry, for the sake of the child. Keeping her face expressionless, she stated, “There are plenty who want to be the father of my child, now get out.”

She didn’t want to hear another word, turned to lie on her side, pulled up the blanket, and covered her ears.

Guan Sixing stood beside the hospital bed for a while, then left. There were chairs at the door of the ward; he sat down, the surroundings were very quiet, allowing him to think.

He thought about many things, all the possibilities. Excluding the impossible, what remained, no matter how incredible, was the most likely answer.

He dialed Gu Yihuan’s number.

“Is there something wrong with that perfume you brought to my place?”

“What perfume?”

“The one with the lime scent.”

That perfume, Guan Sixing had accidentally broken the bottle and the scent lingered for days.

Gu Yihuan said, “That perfume belonged to Song Sanfang, why is it at your place?”

Guan Sixing was a physics genius with poor living skills, but he wasn’t totally clueless. In fact, he was very clever, “What kind of perfume was it?”

“It promotes the development of relationships between men and women.” Gu Yihuan’s mind wasn’t turning as fast, he couldn’t catch up, “That perfume was concocted by fourth brother, it hasn’t been mass-produced, and there’s no harm to the body. Why are you asking about perfume? You should be concerned about your ex-girlfriend and her child—”

Guan Sixing hung up the phone.

He called Xie Shang to confirm some things.