After leaving scumbag A, I Found a Happy Ending with a Flirtatious Beauty - Chapter 87

With all her worries resolved, Shen Qiaoyi slept exceptionally soundly and woke up in an indescribably cheerful mood.

Lu Zhiyuan was still asleep, her curled-up posture as soft as a baby’s. Sunlight crept over her smooth, fair shoulders, making her look pristine and utterly tempting.

Shen Qiaoyi couldn’t help but want to devour her whole.

Lost in that thought, her fingers stealthily trailed up Lu Zhiyuan’s shoulder. Before they could reach the spot she had “marked” earlier, Lu Zhiyuan caught her hand.

With a faint smirk, Lu Zhiyuan silently mouthed, “Good morning,  kiss.”

Shen Qiaoyi bit back a smile, leaned in, and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Then, she tugged open Lu Zhiyuan’s pajamas and peeked inside, deliberately feigning surprise. “Oh no! Where’s my mark? I can’t see it anymore!”

Lu Zhiyuan shivered at the mischievous glint in her eyes. “Lipstick washes off. What are you? Don’t stop touching!”

Shen Qiaoyi giggled and pounced on her. “No way! If the mark’s gone, you’ll go out and fool around. I need to stamp you again.”

Lu Zhiyuan flipped her over, pinning her wrists above her head. Leaning down, she blew a teasing breath into her ear. “With your strength? You’d be better off tucking in blankets.”

Shen Qiaoyi squirmed, determined to reclaim her mark, wrapping a leg around Lu Zhiyuan’s waist as they tussled playfully. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Lu Zhiyuan got up, tightening her robe before opening the door to find Granny Luo standing outside.

Despite her age and tendency to ramble, Granny Luo was considerate and never interrupted the couple’s private moments.

Lu Zhiyuan tensed, sensing something was wrong. “Granny?”

“Yuanbao.” Granny Luo pulled her aside like a secret agent, pressing a plate of osmanthus cakes into her hands. “Listen, your mother is still upset about yesterday. You and Yiyi should get up soon and apologize. Here, I made these osmanthus cakes early this morning. Bring them to your mother later, and I’ll put in a good word for you both. Alright? Hurry up now.”

Lu Zhiyuan took the plate with a grimace and closed the door.

Shen Qiaoyi, noticing her troubled expression, felt a pang of worry. “Yuanbao, what’s wrong?”

Setting the plate on the vanity, Lu Zhiyuan sighed. “Granny says Mom’s furious because we lied to her.”

Shen Qiaoyi jumped out of bed in a panic, clinging to her helplessly. “What do we do? We just apologize properly and beg for forgiveness.”

Lu Zhiyuan’s eyes flickered with resistance. “You don’t know my mom. She’s usually gentle, but when she’s angry, she’s stricter than anyone. Once, when I lied to her as a kid, she spanked my hands raw.”

Shen Qiaoyi murmured weakly, “Well, we did mess up. It’s only fair if she punishes us.”

Lu Zhiyuan shook her head stubbornly. “In front of all the housekeepers? Too humiliating.”

“Now you’re worried about shame?” Shen Qiaoyi hugged her slender waist and swayed. “Then what’s your brilliant plan?”

Lu Zhiyuan tapped her chin, then grinned as her gaze dropped to Shen Qiaoyi’s stomach. “How abou. we fake an illness? When we see Mom, we’ll act remorseful first. If she’s still mad, you pretend your stomach hurts. She’d never punish us then.”

Shen Qiaoyi tilted her head in thought, feeling like Lu Zhiyuan was setting her up. “Why don’t you pretend to have a stomachache instead? If we get caught, wouldn’t that make my punishment even worse?”

Lu Zhiyuan “calculatingly” analyzed the situation: “If you fake fainting from illness, I can carry you back to our room. That way, we both escape punishment.”

Then, pursing her lips, she shot Shen Qiaoyi a look of royal disdain: “If I pretended to faint, could you even carry me?”

Unable to tolerate her condescending gaze, Shen Qiaoyi immediately rose to the challenge: “Who says I can’t carry you? Come here, stand still watch me lift you overhead!”

With one arm under her shoulders and the other behind her knees, she scooped Lu Zhiyuan up bridal-style: “Well? Convinced now?”Still holding her, Shen Qiaoyi provocatively raised an eyebrow: ‘Hold on tight.'” If you fall, that’s not my problem.”

Seeing how Shen Qiaoyi’s lips were tightly pressed together, her face flushed red from exertion, Lu Zhiyuan knew she was overexerting herself. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

After barely three seconds, Shen Qiaoyi couldn’t maintain the act. Just as Grandma Luo came upstairs to hurry them along, she quickly set Lu Zhiyuan down: “Let’s go downstairs first. We’ll improvise later.”

“Alright.” Lu Zhiyuan went to the vanity to fetch some locust flower cakes. Turning around, she saw Shen Qiaoyi hunched over clutching her stomach and teased: “What, starting your performance already?”

A sharp pain stabbed through her abdomen, intense but brief, lasting only about three seconds. Eager to apologize to Meng Ziyan, Shen Qiaoyi dismissed it, straightening up with a forced smile: “Let’s go down.”

However, by the time they reached the main hall, the stabbing pain grew increasingly severe. Shen Qiaoyi’s face had turned pale, her arms trembling uncontrollably.

Lu Zhiyuan thought to herself this little fox was truly method acting, her performance reaching transcendent levels.

But wasn’t it too early to start the act?

Before she could remind her, Meng Ziyan’s stern voice cut through: “You two, do you understand your mistake?”

Lu Zhiyuan obediently stepped forward, long lashes lowered submissively, her tone soft and contrite: “Mommy, we know we were wrong  right, Yiyi?”

When no response came, Lu Zhiyuan turned to see the little fox half-kneeling on the floor in obvious agony, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip white. A flicker of alarm ran through her.

Why wasn’t the little fox delivering her lines? How was she supposed to continue this scene?

Wasn’t  this performance a bit too exaggerated? How could a stomachache hurt this badly?

Worried their act might be exposed, Lu Zhiyuan cautiously glanced up to gauge Meng Ziyan’s reaction.

Yet Meng Ziyan seemed fully convinced by Shen Qiaoyi’s act, her initial anger shifting to concern: “Yiyi, what’s wrong?”

Shen Qiaoyi was in too much pain to speak. Lu Zhiyuan tensed and quickly knelt beside her: “Mommy, she might have eaten something bad.”

Meng Ziyan grew frantic with worry: “Then carry her back immediately!”

Standing up, she called toward the courtyard: “Auntie Zhou, Auntie Zhou! Dr. Fang is changing Grandma Luo’s bandages, ask her to come examine Miss Shen at once.”

Carrying Shen Qiaoyi bridal-style, Lu Zhiyuan wracked her brain for how to deceive Dr. Fang. By the time they reached the room, she still hadn’t devised a plan.

She gently placed Shen Qiaoyi on the bed, then crouched beside her like an eager puppy, lightly pounding her slender calves with loosely clenched fists. “Darling, we’re alone now, no need to keep acting. When Dr. Fang comes, you can’t keep pretending like this it looks too fake, I’m telling you.”

Lu Zhiyuan’s words trailed off abruptly when she noticed the spreading crimson stain beneath Shen Qiaoyi. Her heart leaped to her throat as she grabbed the little fox’s hand, panic instantly washing over her face. “Baby, why is there blood? What’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me like this.”

Shen Qiaoyi writhed in unbearable pain, a sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead as she whispered weakly, “Yuanbao, it hurts so much. I think I’m dying.”

“No, don’t say that! Don’t be afraid, I’m here. Where’s Dr. Fang? I’ll get Dr. Fang. Don’t be scared, baby.”

Though Lu Zhiyuan kept reassuring her not to fear, she herself was frantic with worry. In her haste, she lost all sense of direction, knocking over a vase in the hallway that sent the cleaning staff scrambling upstairs.

Dr. Fang had barely set foot on the stairs when Lu Zhiyuan practically dragged her to Shen Qiaoyi’s side. “Doctor, please look at her she’s bleeding so much and keeps crying in pain.”

After a brief examination, Dr. Fang diagnosed, “Threatened miscarriage. We need to get her to the hospital immediately.”

“Threatened miscarriage?” Lu Zhiyuan repeated numbly before the realization hit her with terrifying clarity. “Miscarriage?”

Dr. Fang corrected with a frown, “Threatened miscarriage. Whether we can save it requires further tests at the hospital.”

The commotion brought Grandma Luo and Meng Ziyan rushing in. The sight of blood-soaked sheets horrified them. Grandma Luo stumbled to the bedside, afraid to even touch Shen Qiaoyi. “Oh my precious child! How could you two not even know she was pregnant? What are we going to do now?”

Forcing herself to stay calm, Lu Zhiyuan decisively carried Shen Qiaoyi to the car. She didn’t protest when Grandma Luo and Meng Ziyan insisted on coming along.

Between gasps of pain, Shen Qiaoyi’s voice was barely audible: “Yuanbao, listen to me.”

Knowing what she wanted to say, Lu Zhiyuan felt her heart being sliced open. She shook her head fiercely, fighting back tears. “No, you listen to me first. We’re still young, we can have another child.”

Understanding Lu Zhiyuan’s intention to prioritize her life, Shen Qiaoyi desperately grabbed her collar. “No! Yuanbao, I can’t, I love Little Rice Cake so much. Don’t give up on her. Yuanbao, I worked so hard to become a mother. I really can’t bear this. Please help me keep our baby, please?”

Tears streamed down Lu Zhiyuan’s face uncontrollably. “I can’t bear it either but I can’t lose you wife. I only need you.”

Dr. Fang tactlessly interjected, “This isn’t the time to debate saving mother or child. The fetus isn’t fully formed yet, it’s not something we can simply preserve.”

Grandma Luo shot her a venomous glare. “Old Fang, would it kill you to shut up for once?”

The doctor rubbed her nose sheepishly and lowered her head.

Shen Qiaoyi was rushed into the emergency room. Lu Zhiyuan stood dazed in the hallway outside, the overhead lights casting a pale glow on her increasingly ashen face, reflecting the boundless panic in her eyes.

Dean He hurried over after receiving the call. Lu Zhiyuan grabbed her hand desperately: “Aunt He, please keep both mother and baby safe, I beg you.”

Dean He didn’t dare delay a second: “I’ll do my best.”

Meng Ziyan, seeing her distraught state, swallowed her scolding and felt only heartache. She walked over and took Lu Zhiyuan’s icy hand, giving it a gentle squeeze: “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

Lu Zhiyuan collapsed to the floor as if all strength had left her. Her vision blurred, tears streaming down her cheeks, only clearing momentarily before clouding again.

“How could I be so careless? I should’ve noticed something was wrong sooner. It’s my fault,  my fault for putting Xiao Nian Gao and Yiyi in danger.”

“Everything will be alright. He Hui is an expert in obstetrics you have to trust her.” Though Meng Ziyan’s worry was no less than Lu Zhiyuan’s, her hands trembled uncontrollably despite her reassuring words.

Madam Du Sang wanted to comfort her but didn’t know what to say. She stood silently before the emergency room, eyes fixed on the glowing surgical light.

After what felt like an eternity, the light finally turned off with a soft ding. Madam Du Sang turned belatedly: “They’re coming out.”

Before the procedure was fully concluded, Dean He sent the head nurse to deliver the good news: “Everything went smoothly! The baby is about four weeks along, and both mother and child are doing well!”

Lu Zhiyuan gasped as if surfacing from deep waters, relief flooding her, followed by overwhelming joy. She glanced toward the emergency room: “What about my wife?”

“Oh, she’ll be wheeled out shortly. She had some minor complications but nothing serious. We’ll run a full checkup once she wakes up.”

Suppressing her elation, Lu Zhiyuan thanked them repeatedly before suddenly bolting toward the emergency room. Meng Ziyan yanked her back: “With Aunt He Hui there, don’t cause more chaos. Yiyi will be out soon.”

“Mom… Mom…” Lu Zhiyuan, who had never lost control like this before, clung to Meng Ziyan, grinning like a fool: “Mom, I’m going to be a mother too.”

Meng Ziyan gazed at Lu Zhiyuan’s radiant profile, then looked up at Madam Du Sang, dazedly curling her lips in a whisper: “How is this day even real? It feels like a dream.”

When Shen Qiaoyi woke, the sky was already dark. She felt as though she’d been in a dream, fighting someone her entire body ached.

She fluttered her eyes open, her mind blank for a long moment before slowly recalling the morning’s events: she and Yuan Bao had planned to act out a scene, she’d lifted Yuan Bao, then felt a sharp pain bloodstained sheets, the tense voices of doctors in the operating room.

Bit by bit, the memories returned, chilling her heart. The first thing she wanted to do was touch her belly, but as soon as she moved her hand, it was caught.

Shen Qiaoyi turned her head slowly. In the warm twilight, she saw Lu Zhiyuan sitting quietly by the bed, pressing her hand against her own tear-streaked cheek.

Seeing her like this, Shen Qiaoyi’s heart trembled as if plunging off a cliff. With a shaky voice, she whispered, “Little Nian Gao, doesn’t want to stay? Did she leave?”

Lu Zhiyuan gazed at her unblinkingly: “How could Little Nian Gao bear to leave when she has such a loving mommy?”

“You mean? Little Nian Gao is still in my belly?”

Overjoyed, Shen Qiaoyi scrambled to sit up. Lu Zhiyuan, startled, quickly pulled her into an embrace, holding her tightly while saying with nervous tenderness: “You lost so much blood this morning and are still weak. Stay lying down, be careful of dizziness.”

Clutching her tightly, Lu Zhiyuan paused with lingering fear before continuing in self-reproach: “I should have taken you to the hospital last time when you were vomiting and feeling unwell. Then this wouldn’t have happened.We didn’t even know when conception occurred.How could I have been so careless?”

Her voice grew progressively quieter as she buried her face in Shen Qiaoyi’s neck, her breathing becoming heavier with barely suppressed sobs.

Shen Qiaoyi never imagined Lu Zhiyuan could lose emotional control like this. With a trembling heart, she nudged her: “Hey, don’t be like this. Little Nian Gao and I are both fine.”

After composing herself, Lu Zhiyuan raised her head eyes reddened then shyly hid against Shen Qiaoyi’s shoulder: “I knew Little Nian Gao would be fine. She’s the ‘1’ after all, of course she’d be brave.”

Shen Qiaoyi lifted her head from the embrace, pouting slightly: “What nonsense, it was me being brave! I fought hard to keep Little Nian Gao safe. You should be thanking me.”

“Yes! I should thank you.” Lu Zhiyuan pressed trembling lips to her forehead, trailing kisses downward until, unable to contain her overwhelming joy, she nipped at the little fox’s lips with quiet laughter: “Darling, you’re so brave.”

Equally elated, Shen Qiaoyi smiled tenderly through crescent-shaped eyes.

“Mommy Nian Gao.” Lu Zhiyuan leaned closer until their breaths mingled, gaze locked with hers.

Shen Qiaoyi’s heart felt smoothed and warmed as if by an iron. Clasping the hand caressing her cheek, she closed her eyes to brush a kiss against Lu Zhiyuan’s lips: “Mmm! Mama Nian Gao.”

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