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Listening to her sister's confident analysis, Shen Qinghan didn't feel very confident.

In the past, she would have completely agreed with her sister.

But today, in the Donghu Apartment, the way Jiang Ye looked at her, with that deep-seated indifference and disgust, didn't seem like he was faking it at all.

He gave up custody of Xinyu so readily, would he really change his mind because of Xinyu?

"Alright, sis, stop overthinking. You're pregnant now, your health is the most important thing." Seeing that Shen Qinghan didn't speak, Shen Yinyin stood up. "Drink your milk first and get some rest. As for Gu Ziming... although he's a bit poor, he's really obedient to you. Keep him hanging on for now, and once Jiang Ye gives in, it's not too late to dump Gu Ziming."

In Shen Yinyin's value system, men are nothing more than appendages to her sister; she will use whoever is rich and obedient.

After saying that, Shen Yinyin turned and walked out of the room.

The bedroom fell silent again.

Shen Qinghan looked at the glass of milk on the bedside table, which was gradually getting cold, and had no appetite at all.

The night grew deeper.

Around 1 a.m., Shen Qinghan was suddenly awakened from her sleep by a sharp, agonizing pain.

"hiss……"

She clutched her stomach, curled up in pain on the bed, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead.

It's a stomachache.

Shen Qinghan suffers from severe nervous gastritis. Whenever she experiences stress or intense emotional fluctuations, her stomach aches as if stabbed with needles. After experiencing so much today, with its extreme highs and lows, coupled with not eating anything in the evening, her stomach problems finally flared up without warning.

"It hurts so much..."

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth, struggled to get out of bed, stumbled to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and tried to find some stomach medicine.

However, apart from various expensive cosmetics and jewelry, there was no trace of medicine in the drawer.

She searched high and low, looking through bedside tables, dressing rooms, and even emptying her bags, but still found nothing.

The intense pain made her body tremble uncontrollably. She leaned against the wardrobe, panting heavily, when a scene suddenly flashed through her mind.

She never needed to find medicine herself when she had a stomachache before.

As soon as she frowned even slightly, Jiang Ye would magically appear, bringing her a cup of perfectly warm water and a packet of stomach medicine wrapped in foil, and placing it to her lips.

After she took her medicine, Jiang Ye would have her lie on his lap and gently and patiently massage her stomach with his warm palms through her pajamas until she fell asleep peacefully.

For the past seven years, Jiang Ye has taken meticulous care of her daily life. He even remembers her menstrual cycle better than she does herself.

Jiang Ye takes care of all the commonly used medicines in the house, keeping track of which drawer and which compartment they are in.

Shen Qinghan suddenly realized with sadness that, without Jiang Ye, she didn't even know what brand of stomach medicine she usually took!

At that moment, an unprecedented sense of panic gripped her heart.

She always thought that Jiang Ye, this penniless man, couldn't live without her, couldn't live without the comfortable life provided by the Shen family.

But it wasn't until now, when the cramping pain in her stomach was almost suffocating her, that she finally woke up from her dream.

It turns out that the one who truly couldn't live without the other was Shen Qinghan.

She had long been accustomed to Jiang Ye's boundless tolerance and care, and she had taken Jiang Ye's sacrifices for granted. Now that the air had been taken away, she realized that she couldn't breathe at all.

"Eno..."

Shen Qinghan was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone on the bed and found that familiar number in her contacts.

Although she had just been kicked out by Jiang Ye during the day, and although she hated Jiang Ye's ruthlessness, in this extremely vulnerable and painful moment, her body and subconscious instinctively sought help from the man she had once relied on the most.

The call was made.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The long wait felt like an eternity, each second slowly torturing Shen Qinghan's nerves.

……

On the other side, Donghu Apartment.

Jiang Ye had drunk half a bottle of red wine and was lying in bed. He was very upset because Xia Yu had stood him up, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned.

Just then, the cell phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

In the quiet of the night, the ringing of the bell sounded particularly jarring.

Jiang Ye frowned and picked up his phone. When he saw the three words "Shen Qinghan" flashing on the screen, his eyes instantly turned cold.

What's wrong with this woman in the middle of the night?

He intended to hang up immediately, but his finger hovered over the screen for a moment before he finally pressed the answer button.

"Feed." Jiang Ye's voice was filled with impatience and coldness.

On the other end of the phone, Shen Qinghan's weak and painful breathing came through: "Jiang Ye... I... my stomach hurts..."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Jiang Ye's brows twitched slightly.

In the past, upon hearing Shen Qinghan cry out in pain, he would have been as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, wishing he could rush to her side immediately.

But now, he felt nothing at all, and even found it somewhat ridiculous.

"Go to the hospital if you have a stomachache, call 120, or find your Gu Ziming," Jiang Ye said coldly. "Why are you calling me? I'm not a doctor."

"you……"

Shen Qinghan felt a tightness in her chest from his cold attitude, and the pain in her stomach seemed to intensify. Suppressing her anger, she gritted her teeth and asked, "I can't find the medicine… the kind of stomach medicine you used to give me… what's its name? Where is it?"

Jiang Ye let out a cold laugh in the darkness.

Seven years have passed, and she still doesn't know what medicine she's taking.

"Omeprazole enteric-coated capsules and aluminum magnesium carbonate chewable tablets," Jiang Ye said calmly. "But you don't need to look for them. When I moved, I threw away all the expired medicines in the first-aid kit. I didn't buy any new ones. Just order some medicine delivered yourself."

Hearing Jiang Ye's indifferent and aloof attitude, Shen Qinghan couldn't suppress the grievances and anger in her heart any longer.

She is Shen Qinghan!

She was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely, and she called him. Not only did he not care, but he also spoke to her in such an impatient tone!

"Jiang Ye! What kind of attitude is this?!"

Shen Qinghan raised her voice, her tone as imperious as ever, "Even if we're divorced, can't you just speak properly when I ask you the name of a medicine?! Do you have to be this sarcastic and disgusting?!"

Jiang Ye listened to the accusations coming from the phone and felt it was all absurd.

"Shen Qinghan, are you sick in the head?" Jiang Ye retorted without any politeness. "You called me in the middle of the night and woke me up. I told you the name of the medicine, and you still complain about my attitude? Do I owe you something or owe you something? Do you think you're still that high and mighty young lady of the Shen family, with everyone revolving around you?"

"you!"

Enraged, Shen Qinghan, in an attempt to regain her composure and suppress Jiang Ye's arrogance, recklessly resorted to what she believed to be her trump card that could forever humiliate Jiang Ye.

"Jiang Ye, stop pretending to be high and mighty in front of me! You think you're so great just because you're rich now? Don't forget, I haven't settled the score with you for going to prostitutes behind my back!"

Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth and roared, "What right do you, a filthy man who can't control his lower body, have to yell at me like that!"

There was a sudden, deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Ye stared blankly at his phone.

Prostitution?

This word was like a rusty hammer, striking his long-forgotten memories.