“Which one is more accurate for pregnancy testing?”

The store assistant gave her a few brands of pregnancy test kits and recommended the most popular one.

Tang Jingci was worried that it would be inaccurate if she only bought one, so she took three and asked the store assistant for a black bag. She wrapped it up, got into the car, and stuffed the bag into her bag.

Song Fengwan was texting Fu Chen with her head lowered and didn’t notice her unusual behavior at all. She thought that she had really gone to buy hangover medicine.

But…

When buying hangover medicine, did you need to wrap it in a black plastic bag? It was so airtight that it made it look like it needed a password to open.

Because Song Fengwan had only casually mentioned pregnancy, she didn’t take it to heart and didn’t think in that direction.

In her heart, Qiao Xiyan and Tang Jingci were strict and disciplined people. These kinds of artisans were the most dutiful and responsible. She shouldn’t have gotten pregnant by accident.

***

Beijing Huasheng Hotel…

The celebration banquet started at 7 p.m. sharp. During this period, Song Fengwan went to meet Qiao Aiyun and the others, while Tang Jingci used the excuse of wanting to entertain the guests and sneaked to the restroom to take a pregnancy test.

She carefully studied the usage method and read every word, afraid that she would miss something. Then she followed the steps and tested herself.

When she saw two lines appear on the pregnancy test kit, she was dumbfounded. She took out the instructions again and read them carefully. She sat on the toilet seat until her legs were numb and sore.

It was just once…

How can we be so lucky?

It wasn’t my dangerous period. Why was the hit rate so high?

When she was shopping just now, the store assistant had also said that there was an error in this thing. Moreover, it had only been eight or nine days since she had last done it with Qiao Xiyan. If she tested her pregnancy so early, the error might be even greater. This thing was definitely not accurate. She would try the other two later.

She kept giving herself psychological suggestions, trying to calm the anxiety in her heart.

At this moment, her phone in her pocket vibrated. She took out her phone and saw that the caller ID was Dad. Her fingers trembled so much that her phone fell onto the floor.

Her mind was full of what would happen if she was pregnant.

Her father was right here. If he found out, he would kill Qiao Xiyan even if he didn’t kill her.

If she was suddenly pregnant, what would Qiao Xiyan think?

She didn’t want to rely on a child to restrain a man, but if she was really pregnant, should she give birth?

…

Many thoughts flooded her mind, making her complicated and frantic.

In the restroom, she mentally prepared herself before walking out and heading to the lounge where Qiao Aiyun and the others were.

***

Inside the lounge…

Tang Wangjin’s close friends and relatives were only the Yan family and the Qiao family. At this moment, apart from Qiao Xiyan and his son, who had gone to the Jade Hall of Spring’s store to take stock and had yet to return, everyone was sitting in the lounge.

“Look at Little Yan. He’s unhappy when I carry him, but he likes to burrow into Fu Chen’s embrace.” Tang Wangjin smiled helplessly.

Actually, Little Mr. Yan wasn’t picky about who held him. He just liked to play with water and thought that he could continue playing if he pleased Fu Chen.

Fu Chen smiled faintly. If Jing Hanchuan was here right now, this brat would definitely kick me away and throw himself into his arms.

“Fu Chen, I’ve really troubled you to take care of him today.” Qiao Aiyun carried her son from his arms and placed him on the sofa, letting him play by himself. Although he was small, people’s arms would still be tired from carrying him all the time.

In the end, her heart ached for her future son-in-law.

“It’s alright. Little Chi is very well-behaved.” Fu Chen smiled modestly.

“Little Chi…” Song Fengwan waved an Ultraman in front of him. Boys liked this kind of thing.

Little Chi took a look and waved his little hands in response. Then he lowered his head and fiddled with his feet.

“Why isn’t Little Ci back yet?” Qiao Aiyun looked at the time on her phone. “The celebration banquet is about to start.”

“I’ll go look for her.” Song Fengwan put down Ultraman and turned to walk out.

The few of them were talking in the room and didn’t notice at all that Little Mr. Yan had crawled into Tang Jingci’s bag. His little hand kept rummaging through it, pulling out a bunch of things…

“Ah!” He held up something and smiled happily.

Yan Wangchuan was turning his head to talk to Tang Wangjin when he felt a sharp light slide past his eyes. His pupils constricted slightly as his gaze landed on his son.

Although Fu Chen was the closest, his speed was far inferior to Yan Wangchuan’s. After all, he was his biological son. When something happened, he was naturally even more anxious.

“Yan Chi!”