PDLP Chapter 240 You're Going to Have a Son
Chapter 240 You're Going to Have a Son
Shen Feiwan's fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the report, her mind flashing back to those days and nights of passionate entanglement with Bo Junxing.
The image of those five crazy days and four nights with Bo Junxing kept flashing uncontrollably into her mind—his burning palms, his hoarse breathing, and the pleasure of reaching orgasm.
Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but she remained silent.
Hua Ling's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and there was nothing she didn't understand.
She leaned closer to Shen Feiwan and lowered her voice, "So, do you plan to keep this child?"
Shen Feiwan frowned slightly, but did not answer directly. "I need to have another check-up."
"Okay, I'll go with you. If you're still worried, I'll find you the best maternity hospital."
"No need, I shouldn't have made a mistake about something as trivial as pregnancy," Shen Feiwan said, standing up abruptly.
Hua Ling followed, and the sound of their footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
In the shadows around the corner, Song Yanzhou slowly straightened up.
He stared at the receding figure, then tapped the screen with his thumb to end the video recording—his phone had been recording since Shen Feiwan and Hua Ling exchanged their first words.
He glanced at the time on his phone; it was already late. He decided not to follow any further, as he still needed to visit the patient.
As for Shen Feiwan's pregnancy, Song Yanzhou narrowed his eyes...
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Shen Feiwan went to the obstetrics department for another detailed examination.
It turned out that the blood test was correct; she was indeed pregnant.
After all the tests were done, the doctor pushed up his glasses and frowned, saying, "Some of your inflammatory markers are elevated. I suggest you go to the gynecology department for another checkup."
Shen Feiwan's fingertips tightened slightly. It had been two years since her last physical examination; it had indeed been a long time since she had been checked.
She didn't say much, took the examination form, and went to the gynecology department.
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Bo Junxing's residence.
As dusk settled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights began to twinkle. Bo Junxing leaned back on the sofa, his long, slender fingers swiping rapidly across his phone screen as he processed the last few emails of the day.
The video doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting his concentration.
He walked to the door and took a look; Song Yanzhou's face was clearly visible on the screen.
Bo Junxing pressed the door open button and casually asked, "Why are you here?"
Song Yanzhou's expression was unusually serious. "Let me go up there and we'll talk about it."
A moment later, the front door was pushed open, and Song Yanzhou bent down to change into slippers with practiced ease, as if he were returning to his own home.
He then went straight to the kitchen, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, tilted his head back and gulped it down, looking extremely thirsty.
Bo Junxing raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze from the phone screen to him. "What's wrong? Did you go to the desert?"
Song Yanzhou loosened his tie and said irritably, "You just went to the desert. I first went to the hospital to see Grandpa Meng, then rushed back to the company to handle urgent matters, and also went to several other places. In the end, I came straight here without even having a sip of water, and you still dare to insult me."
Bo Junxing didn't reply, but simply raised his chin, signaling him to continue.
Song Yanzhou took a deep breath, as if carefully choosing his words, "Let me tell you, you should have come with me today."
But then he suddenly shook his head, "Never mind, that's not quite right. I should say—thankfully you didn't come with me."
"..." Bo Junxing's patience finally ran out. "Enough with the nonsense, just get to the point."
Song Yanzhou threw the empty bottle into the trash can, looked directly into Bo Junxing's eyes, and said, word by word, "You have a son."
Upon hearing this, Bo Junxing raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Song Yanzhou's face as if he were an idiot. "What, you don't want the surname Song anymore and want to take my surname Bo instead?"
"Go to hell with Bo Junxing!" Song Yanzhou grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and threw it at Bo Junxing. "I'm talking to you seriously and you're taking advantage of me? If you want to be my dad, you should ask my parents first!"
He was furious, his forehead veins bulging with anger. "I saw your ex-wife at the hospital! She's pregnant with your child!"
Bo Junxing scoffed, "Did you drink fake alcohol before you came? Or are you blind?"
Song Yanzhou suddenly walked towards Bo Jun, "You're being far too prejudiced and arbitrary!"
As he spoke, he pulled his phone out of his suit pocket. "You wait, I'll show you the evidence."
Song Yanzhou actually has evidence? Bo Junxing, who was relaxing on the sofa, suddenly leaned forward slightly.
Did he really see that woman?
He frowned, his heart suddenly racing uncontrollably, and a strange premonition spread through his chest.
The next moment, Song Yanzhou plopped down next to him, their shoulders almost touching.
He quickly opened a video on his phone and shoved the screen in front of Bo Junxing's eyes, saying, "Take a look for yourself, and tell me if this person is that woman surnamed Shen."
He paused, his tone certain, "Even if I'm blind and mistook someone for someone else, you can't possibly be mistaken too, can you?"
Bo Junxing would certainly not admit his mistake.
The woman in the video only showed half of her profile, but he could trace the curve of that profile—from her brow bone to the tip of her nose, and then to her slightly pursed lips—even with his eyes closed.
That must be Shen Feiwan.
She actually came to Nancheng again.
Bo Junxing frowned deeply, his knuckles turning white from gripping his fist so tightly.
He had already made up his mind to cut ties with her, so why did she still show up?
Isn't her home in Beicheng? Isn't her foundation in Beicheng? What is she doing here? Didn't she say she would never appear in places where he was again?
The video continued playing. Hua Ling's voice came through the phone, clear and jarring, "...You're pregnant, do you know that?"
Shen Feiwan didn't speak, but her silence was glaring enough.
In the video, Hua Ling asks again, "Is the child Bo Junxing's?"
Upon hearing this, Bo Junxing's breath hitched.
Then he heard Shen Feiwan's voice, calm to the point of being indifferent, "It seems I took the birth control pill too late."
In that instant, it felt as if a whole glass of ice water had been poured into my chest, the chill spreading from my heart to every limb, even numbing my fingertips. Bitterness, absurdity, and ridiculousness—all these emotions mingled together, ultimately coalescing into a sharp irony.
She was pregnant with his child!
She actually got pregnant with his child at this time!!
The video had finished playing, and the screen quickly went dark, revealing Bo Junxing's cold and stern face.
After waiting for a while without getting a response, Song Yanzhou became a little worried and waved his hand in front of Bo Junxing's eyes. "What's wrong with you? Are you dumbfounded?"
Bo Junxing twitched the corners of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Yes, I really didn't expect that."
He paused, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to himself, "She actually got herself pregnant with my child."