Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

After Madam Jin left, Nan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and tidied up the room briefly.

I took out my pregnancy test report and folic acid from my bag and swallowed two pills.

She held the report with a serious expression, wondering whether she should tell you or not.

If I tell you, will you still let me and the child go?

"Young Madam, it's time for dinner." Aunt Qing's voice came from the doorway.

Nan Zhi stuffed the pregnancy test report into her bag, threw in her medication as well, and opened the door: "Okay, okay..."

Aunt Qing looked at the young mistress's pale face and knew that she had been wronged.

With them sleeping in separate rooms, it will be even less likely that the young mistress will get pregnant and secure her position in the Jin family.

"Someone outside sent over some clothes, saying they were for the young mistress."

Nan Zhi nodded: "Bring it to this room!"

No one but him would buy clothes and deliver them.

Aunt Qing asked the delivery person to take it upstairs. The person habitually turned right; it wasn't the first time he had delivered clothes to the lady of the house.

Basically, every year when a new style comes out, the husband of the lady of the house will buy her new clothes, the kind that covers everything.

I didn't expect to be staying in a different place this time.

Nan Zhi signed the receipt, opened the box, looked inside, and then quickly closed it again.

Did he know his underwear had been stolen, so he bought such a big box of it?

This is way too much.

She can't wear them all.

"Young Madam, I've taken the new clothes the young master bought for you to wash and will bring them back later."

She knew that the young master had feelings for the young mistress.

Aunt Qing was about to pick up the big box when she said that.

Nan Zhi kicked the box away: "No, no, no, it's not necessary..."

"I'll wash it myself, that's fine!"

Aunt Qing had her doubts but dared not ask any more questions, and went downstairs with the young mistress.

"Hasn't he come back?" Nan Zhi looked around but didn't see Jin Si Nian. He should usually be home by this time.

What's more, he sent me that message today.

Aunt Qing was serving soup in the kitchen: "Young Master said he has to go back to the old house and won't be back for dinner."

"He even told the young mistress not to wait for him!"

Nan Zhi didn't intend to wait; she started eating as soon as the food was served.

I haven't eaten much all day, I'm starving.

Thankfully, the morning sickness has stopped.

Just as she was thinking this, Aunt Qing brought out the soup, and a strong medicinal smell hit Nan Zhi's nose. She covered her mouth, ran to the toilet, and vomited into the toilet bowl.

Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪」∠) vomit

I only ate two bites of vegetables, and I threw them all up.

It's awful, it's fucking awful.

Aunt Qing hurriedly dropped the medicinal food and rushed to the bathroom door: "Young Madam, what's wrong?"

"Why are you vomiting so badly? Should we take you to the hospital?"

Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪」∠) vomit

……

After a while, Nan Zhi rinsed her mouth and wiped her lips, her eyes filled with tears. She pointed at the contents of the bowl and asked, "Qing, Aunt Qing."

"What, what is that?"

It smells awful.

She really couldn't stand the smell.

Aunt Qing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is a folk remedy that I specially found for the young mistress."

The medicinal food did have a rather strong smell; she could hardly stand it.

Not to mention the young mistress.

Nan Zhi covered her nose, having lost her appetite: "A... remedy?"

Aunt Qing pulled her hand and sat her down: "Yes, young mistress, this is a traditional folk remedy that I specially found."

She leaned closer to Nan Zhi and lowered her voice: "I guarantee that if the young mistress eats this, she'll have a son!"

"Here, drink it."

Nan Zhi covered her mouth and refused, "No, I won't drink!"

Aunt Qing held the bowl close to her face, but Nan Zhi pushed it away forcefully.

She was about to throw up again, but this time she went upstairs to do it.

"Oh, young mistress!" Aunt Qing called out anxiously.

"Does it smell that bad again?"

She leaned closer to smell it, and vomited.

It really smells awful!

Nan Zhi, who had vomited twice, lay paralyzed on the bed, completely listless.

She couldn't eat anymore, and Aunt Qing came to call her twice, but she still had no appetite.

We had no choice but to give up!

After all that fuss, Nan Zhi had no choice but to take a shower and go to bed.

We're sleeping in separate rooms now, so he probably won't come.

Madam Jin hurriedly summoned him to the old house today, presumably to discuss the matter of sleeping in separate rooms.

However, Mrs. Jin didn't say that!

It seems that before Mrs. Jin could even speak to Jin Si Nian, he stormed out of the old house.

Inside the car, the glow of the streetlights softened Jin Si's sharp and cold face.

The man held a cigarette between his fingers, smoking it irritably.

Every time he came to the old house, his mother would repeat the same two sentences over and over: tell him to find a woman.

He already has a child, how can he still find other women?

As soon as he was told that he had a relationship with Nan Zhi, his mother brought up the fact that he and Nan Zhi did not have a marriage certificate.

It seems I still need to work harder to get Zhizhi to agree to get the marriage certificate.

That way, the mother would never have anything to say.

But there are always some scoundrels bothering his child; they didn't get rid of him last time, and now they're dancing in front of his door.

Jin Si Nian let the smoke dissipate before driving home.

Aunt Qing was tidying up the kitchen, looking worriedly at the pot of medicinal soup. The young mistress wouldn't drink it, and it would be the same if the young master didn't either.

Give it to the young master tomorrow morning.

At the entrance, as soon as the door opened, Jin Si Nian changed his shoes and prepared to go upstairs.

Aunt Qing came out and glanced at the time; the young master had returned so early.

When I go to the old house, I usually don't get back until after 8 pm.

"Young Master, have you eaten?"

Jin Nian nodded: "Yes, and what about her?"

"The young mistress is upstairs..."

Before Aunt Qing could finish speaking, Jin Si Nian went upstairs to find someone.

He messaged Zhizhi, saying he would be back late and that Zhizhi was probably waiting for him.

However, when Kings pushed open the bedroom door, it was empty!

After looking around, I felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

This room is exactly the same as the room he had before he became a child.

Their room hasn't been like this since Zhizhi came along.

This duvet cover should be a warm color or pink.

It's not black.

That's right, Nan Zhi took all the blankets.

The bed sheet she chose wasn't the color Jin Si Nian liked; when they first moved in, the room had a gloomy, lifeless feel.

The situation improved after the bedsheets were changed, but she sensed that Jin Si Nian didn't like the color, and even asked, "Don't you...you don't like it?"

"If I don't like it, I... I can change it back..."

He said three words expressionlessly: "Whatever!"

The man looked around the bedroom in front of him.

All his things were still there, except for Zhizhi's.

I don't know where they moved to.

"Aunt Qing!" Jin Si Nian roared, "Where are her things?"

Aunt Qing outside the door was stunned for a moment. Didn't the young master know that the young mistress had come today and sent her things and people to the room at the very end?

"The young mistress's things have all been moved out."

"Who gave the approval?" Jin Nian asked, while Zhi Zhi didn't have the guts to ask.

They won't move out on their own initiative.

"Madam came today and asked the young mistress and young master to sleep in separate rooms. Originally, Madam wanted the young mistress to leave immediately."

"The young mistress refused, so the madam had all of the young mistress's belongings moved away," Aunt Qing replied tremblingly.

Madam, you've really gone too far this time.

"Where did you move to?" Kings asked in a voice as cold as ice.

My mother's reach is a bit too far.

"The room on the far right."