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The following days passed peacefully, as if nothing had changed. I stayed at home, immersing myself in baking techniques. My father diligently focused on his writing as usual, with piles of manuscript paper accumulating; meanwhile, Aunt Zhao did not choose to resign after Shen Yulin's departure. According to her, Shen Yulin had paid her salary for the next twenty years in advance. Therefore, she was eager to continue working for our family until the day she could no longer move. I no longer tried to persuade her otherwise. After all, everyone has their own persistence and choices, and as long as Aunt Zhao felt happy doing this, that was enough.
Days went by like this, and I gradually adapted to this tranquil pace of life. Although the television often reported on major collaborative projects of Chengxing Group, Shen Yulin was no longer among the attendees at these events. It was as if he had vanished from this world without a trace.
My aunt and uncle often brought Xiu Yu over for dinner, and everyone seemed to tacitly avoid mentioning him. Zhang Yun returned to City Z after becoming pregnant, finding peace with her parents while nurturing her baby. Cheng Haifeng worked in the capital and would consistently fly back and forth between the two places every week. I also took time to accompany Zhang Yun for walks and meals. This life seemed plain and ordinary, like a cup of plain water; however, I knew deep down that even so, I still couldn't get used to the days without him. My longing for him surged like a tide, making it hard for me to let go.
One day, two months later, my aunt's family came over for dinner as usual. I woke up feeling unwell early in the morning but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong; I just felt my appetite wasn't great. At the dining table, despite usually loving fish, I frowned at the plate of steamed bass.
"What's wrong, Xiao Fan? Don't you love fish? Why are you frowning at it?" my aunt asked with confusion. At that moment, Aunt Zhao was busy in the kitchen and overheard her; thinking the fish wasn't cooked properly, she hurried out of the kitchen saying, "Is the fish not done? I'll steam it a bit longer." As she spoke, she raised her hand to pick up the plate of fish. Seeing this, I quickly intervened, "No, no! You've all misunderstood. I just feel like my appetite isn't good today..." However, before I could finish my sentence, I couldn't help but retch. Immediately afterward, I sprang up and rushed to the bathroom. Inside, I kept vomiting until I had emptied my stomach completely before finally collapsing onto the bathroom floor in exhaustion. At that moment, my face was pale and my body felt weak as if all my strength had drained away.
"Xiao Fan, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so pale? Come on, let's hurry to the hospital," my aunt said worriedly as she helped me up from the floor. My father saw my unusually pale complexion and without saying a word, he picked me up on his back and quickly walked out of the house. Shortly after, Uncle drove up to the door; we all got into the car and sped toward the hospital.
The doctor examined various indicators of my health with a serious expression. Picking up the test report, an indescribable light flickered in his eyes. He looked up at me with a smile full of joy and blessings and said: "Congratulations! You're going to be a mother! According to this test report data, your fetus is already two months old!"
I froze completely, unable to believe this fact. Shen Yulin's child? My mind was in chaos as thoughts raced through it. Could it be that during that time together he hadn't taken precautions?
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