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After I became pregnant, my appetite wasn't great, so I sat and watched her eat.
"Qin Qin..." Yu Lei inhaled sharply, about to speak but suddenly stopped.
Following her gaze, I turned to look at the door.
"A Chuan, I really want to eat their signature dish, hurry up!" Feng Yao whined as she pulled Ji Chuan inside.
"You know you can't handle spicy food, yet you still crave it," Ji Chuan said with a tone of indulgence.
They looked up and saw me sitting with Yu Lei. In that moment of eye contact, Ji Chuan faced me calmly, without a hint of panic.
I felt a pang in my heart as I watched Ji Chuan, who had just said he was busy and couldn't meet up. It turned out he was busy accompanying Feng Yao.
" sister Qin! What are you doing here? Ji Chuan said the spicy hot pot here is especially delicious, so he brought me here," Feng Yao exclaimed with a hint of surprise and a lot of unmasked pride.
Her eyes lit up as she quickly walked over to me and Yu Lei.
Ji Chuan glanced at me; he had lied to me without a trace of guilt or evasion on his face.
At that moment, Feng Yao nearly bumped into a waiter carrying soup.
Ji Chuan quickly pulled Feng Yao aside to check if she had been splashed by the hot soup. In his rush to protect her, he had pushed the waiter toward my direction.
The soup almost spilled onto me, and Yu Lei hurriedly stood up to see if I had been burned.
Ji Chuan's attention was entirely on Feng Yao at that moment, completely forgetting that I was still carrying his child.
"A Chuan, I'm fine, you don't need to be so nervous," Feng Yao said playfully as she looked at Ji Chuan.
"Yao Yao, don't be afraid," Ji Chuan affectionately patted Li Yao's forehead.
Their gazes were glued together, piercing through me.
It was truly embarrassing, I thought.
"Qin Qin, look at how they are in front of you," Yu Lei said through gritted teeth.
"It's fine, let's just eat," I replied with forced cheerfulness.
Feng Yao pulled Ji Chuan to sit across from me, as if wanting to show off something.
" sister Qin, A Chuan was just too anxious and didn't notice you; please don't be angry," she said, her tone laced with guilt but her expression more provocative.
"Yeah, let's eat," I responded, tightening my grip on my palm.
Ji Chuan seemed to notice my discomfort and wanted to explain something but stopped short.
Feng Yao directed Ji Chuan to serve her food, complaining about this dish being too spicy and that one too oily.
Ji Chuan continued to pamper her.
Watching their interaction made my delayed morning sickness surge unexpectedly.
A wave of intense nausea hit me, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth, nearly throwing up.
Finally, Ji Chuan turned his attention to me and asked, "Qin Qin, are you okay?"
I didn't have time to respond; I could no longer bear it and turned to run toward the bathroom.
Yu Lei sighed as she watched Ji Chuan being held back by Feng Yao and hurried after me, patting my back.
"Qin Qin, with everything going on, do you still want to continue with Ji Chuan?"
"Xiao Lei, I..." I managed to catch my breath from the nausea while silently touching my belly.
The scene of Ji Chuan and Feng Yao being close replayed over and over in my mind.
It felt like my heart was being pricked by needles continuously.
As we left Yun Ji, Feng Yao playfully shook Ji Chuan's arm.
"A Chuan, can you take me home first? The food was too spicy; I'm feeling a bit unwell."
Ji Chuan turned to glance at me, seemingly wanting to hear what I had to say.
I remained silent.
"Okay," he replied.
" sister Qin, I asked A Chuan to take me home first." Feng Yao pulled Ji Chuan away.
Watching Ji Chuan and Feng Yao's retreating figures, a pang of sadness welled up in my heart, making me feel utterly miserable.
Yu Lei drove me home.
"Qin Qin, Ji Chuan, he isn't worth it."
Recalling Yu Lei's words before he left, I fell into a reverie.
Ji Chuan had once treated me very well.
Every night, he would prepare warm milk for me,
surprising me with various gifts on anniversaries,
and staying by my side when I was sick.
He would even bring back warm roasted sweet potatoes on cold winter nights.
All these kindnesses seemed to extend beyond just me.
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