Return to 88: Starting from Marrying My Sister-in-law

Du Lingling sat on a cold metal bench in the hospital, the corridor filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with anxiety.

She gripped the small pregnancy test stick tightly in both hands, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if it were a sacred object that could determine her fate.

On the rod, two clear red bars starkly proclaim a fact.

She is pregnant.

The light shone down from above, casting a shadow on her lowered eyelashes, concealing the turmoil in her heart.

A sense of tension gripped her heart like vines, and each breath she took was accompanied by a slight tremor.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of nausea hit her, and Du Lingling abruptly covered her mouth, letting out a suppressed gagging sound.

Disregarding her decorum, she hastily got up and stumbled towards the public restroom at the end of the corridor.

In the restroom, she leaned over the sink and vomited violently into the faucet, tears mingling with sweat streaming down her face.

The rushing water washed away her disheveled state.

A few minutes later, she looked up at her pale yet still stubborn face in the mirror, splashed cold water on her cheeks, and forced herself to calm down.

"Don't panic, Du Lingling."

She continued muttering to herself, "This is your choice, you must take control of the situation."

As soon as I stepped out of the restroom, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Du Lingling glanced at the screen.

She was Xiao Yang, her secretary when she served as deputy head of the Gannan region.

She pressed the answer button, her voice unusually calm, like a frozen lake: "Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, the young Yang sounded a little flustered: "Sister Dudu, President Lu just called again. He sounded very anxious and asked about your whereabouts... As you instructed, I only told him that you resigned and were taking a break, without mentioning any specific location."

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of Du Lingling's lips as she glanced at the pregnant women waiting in the corridor. Her tone was resolute: "Fine, I understand. Remember, don't reveal my whereabouts to him, not a single word. If he asks, just say I'm not in southern Jiangxi."

After hanging up the phone, she held it tightly in her hand, her fingertips rubbing the cold body of the device.

Just then, the loudspeaker announced: "Please have Du Lingling (number 36) come to consultation room 3."

Without the slightest hesitation, Du Lingling decisively pressed the power button, and the screen instantly went black.

She tucked her phone into the innermost compartment of her handbag with such efficiency that it looked like she was hiding evidence of a crime.

As she got up and walked toward the examination room, her steps were unusually steady, as if the vulnerability she had just experienced had never existed.

Inside the examination room, the doctor routinely asked questions and conducted an examination, then handed her a lab report: "Pregnancy confirmed, around 7 weeks. The fetus is developing normally; regular prenatal checkups are recommended."

Du Lingling took the form expressionlessly, the paper trembling slightly between her fingertips, but she forced herself to remain calm.

Thank you, turn around, and leave the consultation room.

The whole process took less than ten minutes; she performed like a well-trained soldier on a mission.

Half an hour later, Du Lingling walked out of the hospital, clutching the test results that announced her pregnancy.

The sunlight shone blindingly on the street, yet she felt a chill run through her body.

Suddenly, she stopped, looked down at the list, and a knowing, almost cruel smile slowly spread across her lips.

"Ah……"

A soft sneer escaped from his lips, carrying a sense of relief and mockery.

The next second, she crumpled the test results into a ball of waste paper and casually threw it into a roadside trash can, her actions as resolute as if she were abandoning a piece of the past.

Then, she hailed a taxi, opened the door, and got in.

“To the long-distance bus station,” she said to the driver, her voice as cold and hard as iron.

The car started, merged into the traffic, and carried her in a direction that Lu Yang could never catch up with.

At the same time, a black Mercedes-Benz suddenly braked to a stop on the road opposite the hospital.

Lu Yang pushed open the car door and practically stumbled out, his suit jacket billowing wildly in the wind.

"Sister Ling, you must be here!"

He growled, disregarding all decorum, and strode across the street, heading straight for the hospital's obstetrics and gynecology department. The corridor was empty, save for a few pregnant women casting curious glances at him.

Lu Yang rushed to the nurses' station, still breathless: "Du Lingling! Where is she? She just came to see a doctor!"

The nurse flipped through the records, looked up and said, "Ms. Du? She left ten minutes ago. The test results just came back; she's seven weeks pregnant."

Lu Yang was struck dumb, his face turning ashen instantly.

7 weeks?
Those were the days when he and she were deeply in love in southern Jiangxi.

Without a doubt, this is Lu Yang's child!
A surge of emotion, a mixture of ecstasy and rage, rushed to his head.

He turned and ran, rushing out of the hospital gate, his eyes frantically scanning the street, but he only saw the taillights of the taxi disappear around the corner.

"Damn it!" Lu Yang slammed his fist on the car door, his knuckles aching.

He flung open the car door, slumped into the back seat, and yelled at the driver, Xiao Jiu, "Drive!"

Xiao Jiu trembled at the boss's menacing aura: "President Lu, where are we going?"

Lu Yang closed his eyes, and Du Lingling's smiling face and those tender moments flashed through his mind.

She was pregnant, but chose to run away—this made him lose control even more than Li Zekai's provocation.

What does Cyberport's victory mean?
This woman's capricious disappearance was the real dam breaking.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and cold: "Drive to the provincial capital! That woman wants to run away; she won't stay in southern Jiangxi waiting for me to come find her."

As he started the car, Lu Yang took out his phone and, with trembling fingers, dialed Du Lingling's secretary's number.

As soon as the call connected, he launched into a tirade: "Xiao Yang, right? I heard your boss told you to call her 'sister.' If she's your sister, then where is she? Don't try anything funny with me!"

At first, the young woman on the other end of the line stammered, but under Lu Yang's pressure, she finally broke down and said, "Mr. Lu... Sister Du booked a flight to Frankfurt this afternoon, departing from Shanghai..."

Lu Yang's heart sank to the bottom.

Frankfurt?

She actually wants to escape to Europe!

"Xiao Jiu, change course! Go to Shanghai Airport, quick!" he roared.

The wheels screeched as they turned and drove onto the highway.

At dusk, under the afterglow of the setting sun, Shanghai Pudong Airport.

Lu Yang rushed into the terminal building, and the words "Frankfurt HU492 has taken off" on the electronic screen felt like a knife stabbing into his eyes.

He rushed to the boarding gate and saw a plane tearing through the clouds and rushing into the gray sky outside the window.

"No—!" Lu Yang roared, slamming his fist on the glass, drawing the attention of passersby.

He turned to Xiao Jiu and yelled, "Go! Book me a ticket for the next flight to Frankfurt! Now!"

But just then, my personal cell phone rang in my pocket.

A name was flashing on the screen.

Qian Youyou.

Lu Yang frowned as he answered the phone. The butler's panicked voice came from the other end: "Mr. Lu, sir... Mr. Qian has just passed away! Miss Youyou is in the hospital, and several uncles are making a fuss about dividing the inheritance, even producing adoption certificates to claim their inheritance rights... Please come back quickly!"

Lu Yang's expression changed instantly, from fury to shock to cold calculation.

He clenched his teeth, his knuckles turning white.

On one side is Du Lingling and her unborn child, and on the other side is the chaos in the Qian family and the interests of her other child.

He has to make a choice.

A few seconds later, he slumped down and said to Xiao Jiu in a hoarse voice, "No need to book tickets... go back to Pengcheng."

The car started again, carrying him to another battlefield, leaving only the noise of the airport to drown out his unfinished pursuit.

There are priorities. He can go to Frankfurt anytime, and he's determined to find that woman. But right now, even if Qian Youyou didn't call him personally, he has to go back to Pengcheng first. (End of Chapter)