Chapter 4: Just get pregnant

Ling Jingchen raised his eyelids and said calmly: "A cat playing with a mouse will not consider the mouse's feelings."

Without waiting for Yu Yan to say anything else, he added: "Don't waste my patience."

Yu Yan took a deep breath, first cleaned the incense burner, and then made him a cup of black tea.

Only then did he take a sip with satisfaction: "I don't understand why."

Yu Yan: "You know, I can't leave Ling's house. You have to buy me contraceptive pills for me to take. Otherwise, what will happen if I get pregnant?"

Before marrying into the Ling family, she took a prenatal check-up and the report was read by everyone in the Ling family. She was extremely prone to pregnancy.

She doesn't force him to explain anything now. He didn't take any measures before, and she was just afraid that she would get pregnant.

Ling Jingchen put down the tea cup and said, "I'm pregnant."

"You!" Yu Yan was angry.

The man narrowed his eyes and said deeply, "You can make Qian spend 2 billion to hold a grand wedding for you, and you can also let him transfer all his assets to your name before he dies, regardless of everyone's objections. "

"Niao Niao is so skillful... I think even with my seed in your belly, you can find a way to resolve the crisis on your own."

After saying that, he stood up and left decisively.

Yu Yan looked at his back, her expression turned extremely ugly.

Ling Qi'an's death was a huge sad news for the Ling family. Just after his funeral, the Ling family arranged for doctors and nutritionists to take full care of her body. For example, they would treat her every other week. Blood test.

The Ling family eagerly hoped that she could give Ling Qi'an a pair of children through in vitro fertilization as soon as possible.

And she hasn't started in vitro fertilization yet because she is anemic. The old lady hopes that she will not be anemic before she can get pregnant.

If she and Ling Jingchen were tricked this time, they would definitely find out the next time they draw blood.

Ling Jingchen obviously wanted to make her miserable, but in this matter, only Ling Jingchen could resolve her crisis.

What should she do?

…

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Yan was pacing back and forth in the study, thinking of countermeasures, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside.

She paused, walked to the door, and stuck her head out.

It was a group of lamas who stopped Ling Jingchen, as if they had something to do with him.

The lamas spoke in extremely low voices, but Yu Yan could hear them clearly in the quiet corridor.

Today, all the monks come from Ningshan, a famous Buddhist mountain. When the Ling family performs rituals, there will also be a group of monks from Ningshan to cooperate with the Ling family and chant sutras for Ling Qi'an in front of the Bodhisattva.

As Ling Qi'an's closest blood relative, Ling Jingchen was about to leave for Ningshan to personally take care of things there.

According to what she knew about Ling Jingchen, once he went to Ningshan, he would never come back.

The last time she saw him was at Ling Qian's funeral.

If it weren't for this ritual, he wouldn't have come back.

At this moment, she had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly she thought of the main organizer of this ceremony, Master Shi Huikong, who was also a guest of the Ling family.

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The peaks of Ningshan Mountain are towering, and the climate on the mountain is very cold. It is only autumn now, and it is already very cold in the mountain.

Four p.m.

In a simple-decorated Zen room behind the Ningshan Guanyin Hall, the setting sun shines through the window on the desk in front of the window sill.

Ling Jingchen put on a white Chinese-style suit with a high collar and sat at the table with a stern look on his face. He was wearing precious gloves and was holding a white cloth strip and carefully wiping a porcelain bottle with dirt on it.

There is also a series of archaeological tools on the right hand side.

Suddenly, there was a "creak" sound, and the door of the meditation room was pushed open.

The man didn't even raise his head, "Put the tea aside for now."

But the visitor didn't listen. Footsteps sounded in the Zen room, and the sound of heels sounded crisply.

Ling Jingchen raised his head and met Yu Yan's eyes that seemed to be hiding a little pride.