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In the hospital room, Lan Qingqing felt a throbbing pain in her head. Within just a few minutes, the pain spread throughout her body, causing her to tremble, and soon her abdomen began to ache as well. Sensing that something was wrong, she pressed the call button to summon a nurse, expressing her concern that her stomach felt strange and twisted with pain, fearing there might be an issue with the fetus.
The nurse called in the supervisor.
Lan Qingqing, unable to bear the pain, pleaded, "Maybe I should be sent to a larger hospital. I think something might be wrong with the baby; I can’t hold on much longer."
The male supervisor, with a benevolent expression, exchanged glances with the nurse beside him before turning to Lan Qingqing to reassure her. "No, this kind of situation is very common. After all, you’ve been through a lot with your project; it’s normal to experience such intense pain. Typically, this kind of discomfort peaks on the second and third days. Don’t worry; I’ll have them give you some pain relief shortly and increase the dosage a bit."
Lan Qingqing was drenched in sweat. "It really won’t be anything serious, right? I feel like I’m about to die."
The male supervisor assured her, "Don’t worry; you won’t die. You’ll only become an incredibly beautiful woman!"
Feeling slightly reassured, Lan Qingqing soon felt a wave of relief wash over her as the painkiller took effect.
As the male supervisor left the room, the nurse followed closely behind, concerned. "Is it really okay to give her so many injections? She’s still pregnant!"
The male supervisor’s demeanor shifted from calm to stern as he reprimanded the nurse. "Just do what you’re told! Otherwise, you can leave!"
Meanwhile, at Dao Wen's home.
In the kitchen, Tong Le and Zong Zeyu were laughing and joking as they cooked together. Dao Wen pulled Zong Jin aside into the bathroom and lightly touched his chin. Zong Jin flinched in surprise as if his innocence was about to be compromised in that moment.
Dao Wen frowned. "Am I going to eat you or something? And you’re blaming it on green tea?"
She pointed at a scratch on Zong Jin's chin. "What happened? Did you disinfect it?"
Zong Jin touched his chin and recalled that it had been scratched during an emotional outburst from Wu Youyou a couple of days ago. "It’s just a small scratch."
Dao Wen turned around and took out some Povidone Iodine from the drawer, expressing concern. "That’s not just a small scratch; it looks pretty deep to me. The scab is quite thick; you must have accidentally reopened it since it’s bleeding."
As she applied the Povidone Iodine to Zong Jin's wound, he felt a cool sensation that was surprisingly pleasant.
Zong Jin's gaze lingered on Dao Wen as he lowered his eyes, filled with tenderness for her. Unable to hold back any longer, he spoke up. "Will you marry me? You occupy my thoughts constantly—even at work—I can hardly focus anymore. The house across from yours was rented by my mother for me; before my mother knew, I had already reserved another apartment in your neighborhood—just not this close. I can’t even express how much I like you; I’m about to burst."
Dao Wen looked up at him; it was the first time a man had spoken such straightforward and juvenile love confessions in a bathroom setting. If it were any other man, she would think he was strange or trying to take advantage of her; but coming from Zong Jin, it felt much more reasonable.
Dao Wen teased him playfully. "What can’t you hold back? Is it marrying me or having some intimate moments together?"
She found herself using more subtle language after being influenced by Zong Jin's straightforwardness.
Zong Jin's face turned crimson as he swallowed hard. "I’m not very good at saying sweet things, but every time I see you, or even when I’m just looking at your WeChat chat box or your photos, I feel like I can't think rationally. It’s as if my mind is shrouded in fog, filled only with thoughts of you."
Dao Wen laughed softly. "Aren't you quite good at charming women after all? You’re not completely hopeless."
She placed her hands on Zong Jin's shoulders, feigning allure. "To be honest, I find it hard to believe that pure feelings still exist. Aside from my previous relationship, I think men are generally untrustworthy. They’re too fickle, attracted to a woman’s looks and figure. For a bit of intimacy, they’ll say anything insincere. I’m afraid you might be one of those types."
Zong Jin didn’t deny Dao Wen’s words; instead, he responded straightforwardly. "I admit that I have an uncontrollable and irrational urge towards you. I like you and admire everything about you. Maybe you can’t see my feelings for you right now, but time will give you the answer."
In her heart, Dao Wen had always been clear about this; Zong Jin was different from other men. She simply wanted to hear him say these words aloud. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt that it would give her a sense of security and happiness.
In that moment of daze, she realized that she had started to fall for this awkward man.
As emotions swirled around them, Dao Wen gently rose on her toes and kissed Zong Jin’s cheek.
For Zong Jin, this moment felt like a revelation—something extraordinary and unprecedented! He was overwhelmed with happiness, feeling as if he had been enchanted; from head to toe, he was blissfully numb, lost in a euphoric haze!
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