Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 84

A little over a month later, Lin Qinghan’s morning sickness began to worsen. She could barely keep anything down, throwing up not long after eating. Shen Xian was heartbroken watching her suffer and kept trying to make different dishes in the hopes something would suit her appetite. But Lin Qinghan barely gained any weight—while little Tiantian, on the other hand, seemed to be growing rounder by the day from all the food.

That day, Shen Xian prepared sweet and sour pork ribs and stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar—both tangy dishes meant to stimulate Lin Qinghan’s appetite. “Qinghan, try what I made today. It’s very appetizing,” she said warmly.

Lin Qinghan nodded. “Okay.” The moment she caught a whiff of the oily aroma, she felt nauseated, but she still managed to eat a few bites of potatoes and rice. She didn’t feel as sick as before. Encouraged, she picked up a rib and took a bite—only to immediately cover her mouth and rush to the bathroom.

Shen Xian dropped her chopsticks and quickly followed. Tiantian toddled along behind them, but Shen Xian scooped her up and brought her back to the dining table. “Sweetie, be good and finish your meal.

Mommy will take care of Mama.”

Tiantian glanced toward the bathroom, reluctant, but eventually nodded.

Shen Xian returned with a glass of water. Lin Qinghan was still dry heaving by the toilet. Shen Xian gently patted her back and said, “Rinse your mouth—it might help a little.”

Lin Qinghan took the glass and rinsed. She felt slightly better, though her face was still pale. Despite everything, she still managed a strained smile. “It’s fine. Just a normal pregnancy reaction. You shouldn’t stay here or you won’t be able to eat either.”

Holding Lin Qinghan’s hand, Shen Xian looked at her with distress. “Let me stay with you. Seeing you like this breaks my heart… Maybe I can make some congee or something lighter?”

“No need,” Lin Qinghan said, shaking her head. “I’m not feeling very hungry. I’ll sit in the living room for a bit. Go eat with Tiantian—she probably doesn’t even enjoy her meal without both of us there.”

Shen Xian remained still, arms wrapped gently around her. Lin Qinghan touched her cheek and softly coaxed, “Be good. If you don’t eat, how are you going to take care of me? What if I get hungry again later?”

Reluctantly, Shen Xian let go. “Okay, rest for a bit. If you get hungry, please tell me.”

“I will. Go on now.”

Shen Xian reluctantly returned to the table. Tiantian only started moving her spoon once she saw Shen Xian sit down, though she still cast glances toward the living room.

Shen Xian smiled, “Your mama’s okay. Come on, sweetie, eat up or you’ll be too hungry to sleep tonight.”

Tiantian nodded her little head and obediently began eating. Shen Xian picked up her chopsticks again too.

As soon as she was done, Tiantian ran off to snuggle with Lin Qinghan on the couch, quietly sitting beside her since she knew mama wasn’t feeling well.

Meanwhile, Shen Xian cleared the table and did the dishes. When she returned to the living room, Lin Qinghan still looked exhausted.

“You should go lie down, Qinghan,” Shen Xian urged. “I’ll put Tiantian to bed.”

Tiantian also nodded. “Mama is sick—go rest!”

Lin Qinghan finally agreed and went to the bedroom. Shen Xian stayed behind to play with Tiantian for a bit, and soon the child yawned and asked to go to bed.

Shen Xian brought her to her room, tucked her in, and told her four bedtime stories. By the end, Tiantian’s eyelids had drooped shut, and only then did Shen Xian return to her own room.

Lin Qinghan was already asleep. Shen Xian entered the bathroom for a quick shower, but she couldn’t stop worrying. Lin Qinghan hadn’t eaten much and had thrown up nearly everything. Just thinking about it made Shen Xian’s eyes sting. And this was only the beginning…

After her shower, she slipped into bed quietly, lying on her side against Lin Qinghan’s back. Shen Xian couldn’t help but think that her Qinghan looked thinner now—this little baby growing inside must be a real handful. When his born, she’d have to tell him just how much their mother suffered.

Eventually, her thoughts drifted and sleep overtook her.

The next morning, Lin Qinghan woke up too. After a good night sleep, she looked noticeably better.

Shen Xian kissed her forehead and whispered, “I’ll make some porridge with pickled vegetables. You didn’t keep anything down yesterday—are you hungry?”

Leaning her head against Shen Xian’s shoulder, Lin Qinghan replied in a still-sleepy voice, “A little. I think I can eat something.”

Shen Xian gently rubbed her waist. “Was it like this when you were pregnant with Tiantian?”

“Mm-hmm. I threw up a lot the first few months, but it got better later. Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Shen Xian nodded. “Then I’ll make sure to cook you more dishes you can stomach. I’ll go wash up—rest a bit more.”

Once she was up, Lin Qinghan tidied herself too. Though Shen Xian didn’t let her do any housework, she helped wake Tiantian and dress her.

Breakfast was porridge and custard buns. Lin Qinghan actually managed to eat a decent amount, and Shen Xian finally relaxed a little seeing that.

Worried she’d be bored at home, Lin Qinghan joined Shen Xian at the office after breakfast. Shen Xian had a second desk added to her office and gave her some company documents to review. “Qinghan, don’t push yourself. If you get tired, go nap in the lounge.”

Smiling, Lin Qinghan replied, “I’m not made of glass, you know. Just focus on your own work.”

“Okay,” Shen Xian said, finally turning her attention to the files in her hands.

An hour or so later, she looked up to see Lin Qinghan still reading intently. Shen Xian got up, poured a glass of warm water, and set it on her desk. “Take a break.”

Lin Qinghan smiled. “You’re done with your work?”

“Mm-hmm. Time to give President Lin a shoulder massage.” Shen Xian moved behind her and began kneading her shoulders.

“You closed the door, right?” Lin Qinghan chuckled. “If your employees see this, it’ll be awkward.”

Shen Xian leaned forward and whispered near her ear, “Nope. Why should I hide it? Massaging my wife isn’t a crime.”

Lin Qinghan tilted her head up, smiling. “I find that hard to believe.”

Shen Xian’s gaze turned tender as she looked down and kissed her lightly on the lips and then on the tip of her ear. “If Mrs. Shen doesn’t believe me, then I guess I’ll have to prove myself.”

Maybe it was because Lin Qinghan hadn’t been feeling well lately—they hadn’t kissed much at all. That light kiss stirred something in her. She looked up at Shen Xian’s lips and said, ears slightly red, “More.”

Shen Xian blinked, then understood. She turned Lin Qinghan’s chair toward her, leaned on the armrests, and whispered, “As much as you want.”

Then she bent down and kissed her again—softly at first, lips brushing lightly. But Lin Qinghan, clearly impatient, wrapped her arms around Shen Xian’s neck and deepened the kiss.

When they finally parted, Lin Qinghan’s knees were weak. She would’ve collapsed into the chair if Shen Xian weren’t holding her.

Red-faced, she quickly turned away, grabbed a few tissues, and returned to wipe Shen Xian’s smudged lipstick. “Your lipstick’s messed up. Let me fix it.”

Grinning, Shen Xian leaned closer. “I think I should start wearing pregnancy-safe lipsticks so you don’t accidentally eat any. Speaking of which—how did it taste, Qinghan?”

Supporting Shen Xian’s chin with one hand and dabbing her lips with the other, Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you mean the lipstick or you?”

Shen Xian wrapped her arms around her waist. “Me, of course. No lipstick can compete with me.”

Lin Qinghan chuckled and lightly swatted her. “So full of yourself.” Then she murmured, “But… you weren’t bad.” Her eyes drifted to Shen Xian’s lips again.

When she was done wiping, Lin Qinghan reluctantly lowered her hand. Shen Xian’s lips, now bare, were a soft pink—tempting enough to make her glance a few more times before looking away.

Just then, a knock came at the office door.

Shen Xian smirked and gave Lin Qinghan a knowing look before calling, “Come in.”

Xiao Yue entered, immediately sensing something was… off. But both Shen Xian and Mrs. Shen were sitting properly at their desks, so she quickly walked over to report. Mid-sentence, she noticed Shen Xian’s lipstick looked oddly faint—but wisely said nothing and made a swift exit after finishing her report.