Chapter 7 — Pregnant With Ex-Boyfriend

I only know how to cry, only know how to curse, only know how to make everything unsightly. Ha Duat Xuyen stood up and reached out to pull me back.

“Let's go first.”

I avoid it.

“To where?”

His hand stopped in midair. I heard my voice tremble.

“Back to your ruined apartment, to continue watching you and Dr. Lam secretly go back and forth with each other?”

Ha Duat Xuyen's face darkened.

“I don't have it.”

“Whether or not is up to you.”

I took a deep breath.

“Ha Duat Xuyen, break up.”

Lam Nhuy An's eyebrows moved slightly. Ha Duat Xuyen's eyes suddenly hardened. I waited for him to ask, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to pull me into his arms like before. I don't do that. He just stood there, his palm still wrapped in gauze. I turned around and left. Leaving the cafe, the cold wind blew and tears began to flow. I walked faster and faster. You didn't really chase after him. He really didn't chase. When I got back to the apartment, I took out my suitcase and randomly stuffed my clothes inside. The pink bed sheet was still spread on the bed. The hot compress is still under the blanket. The more I looked, the angrier I became, crying and cursing.

“Ha Duat Xuyen, you have no conscience.”

The stream of comments slowly drifted out. [It's not that he didn't chase after him, but the investor just called and threatened that if he continued to mess with Khuong Tu, he would immediately withdraw the project.] [His hand was still bleeding, and as soon as he turned away, he had to go and beg the investor not to touch her.] [This ex-girlfriend cried really pitifully, but Ha Duat Xuyen was even more pitiful.] My movements stopped. Suddenly there was a knock outside the door. I opened the door with red eyes. Ha Duat Xuyen stood outside, his whole body wet, his bangs stuck to his forehead, his face pale and scary. He saw the suitcase next to me, the corner of his eyes instantly turned red.

“Khuong Tu.”

His voice was deep and hoarse.

“Don't go, please.”

13

I held on to the door, my throat felt tight. Ha Duat Xuyen has never begged me like this. Before, when I asked to break up, he would be silent, would be cold, and would force me into the corner of the door and force me to look at him. But now he was standing outside the door, rainwater sliding down his jawline. The gauze in the palm of my hand seeped out a little red. I want to scold you. But when the words reached my lips, they turned into a very quiet sentence.

“Aren't you going to chase after me?”

Ha Duat Xuyen's eyelashes trembled slightly.

“I'm going to handle the project.”

“The project is more important than me?”

“No.”

He responded very quickly. My nose is stinging.

"So what about Lam Nhuy An? She understands things better than me, knows how to take care of others better than me, and even saved you. Go find her."

Ha Duat Xuyen took a step forward. Instinctively I backed away, but he didn't press forward anymore.

“She's just an acquaintance from before.”

“The bright light of the orphanage, the salvation of childhood, how special.”

His eyebrows furrowed.

“Who told you these things?”

“Binh…”

I almost blurted out, quickly biting my lip. Ha Duat Xuyen looked at me, his eyes visibly darkening. I had to risk my life to speak up.

“I don't like her anyway.”

His throat moved.

“Okay.”

I'm dumbfounded.

“Get what?”

“From now on, I won't see her alone anymore.”

“Also Don't let her touch your hand."

“Yes.”

“She texted me, I have to show you.”

“Okay.”

He answered too smoothly, making me feel even more sorry.

“Ha Duat Xuyen, do you find me very annoying?”

He raised his hand, wanting to touch my face, then stopped.

“I'm afraid you won't bother me.”

My heart felt like someone was strangling me. The next second, he bent down and picked up both me and the blanket. I was startled and hugged his neck.

“Ha Duat Xuyen, what are you doing?”

“I've been standing barefoot for too long.”

He put me back on the bed and used a towel to dry my feet. My ears burned, but my mouth remained fierce.

“Who gave you permission to touch me?”

“You hugged me just now.”

“I'm afraid of falling.”

He raised his eyes to look at me, and there was finally a hint of smile in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm afraid of falling."

After wiping his feet, he turned to change his wet clothes. When the hem of the shirt lifted, revealing her toned waist and abs. My eyes couldn't help but glance. His movements stopped.

“Khuong Tu.”

I immediately crawled into the blanket.

“I can't see anything.”

He laughed softly. At this moment the phone rang. Ha Duat Xuyen picked it up and looked at it, his face changed slightly. I poked my head out from under the blanket.

“Who is that?”

“Spam messages.”

He turned off the screen. But I saw clearly. The sender is Lam Nhuy An. The content is only one line. [Khuong Tu's test results are risky, it's best for you to come to the hospital to see me privately.] I stared at him.

“The fetus is at risk, why do you have to find me alone?”

14

Ha Duat Xuyen held the phone tightly and was silent for two seconds. The little sweet feeling in my heart suddenly disappeared.

“Say it.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I'm afraid you'll worry.”

“If I don't say it, you won't be worried, right?”

I threw off the blanket and was about to get out of bed. Ha Duat Xuyen held my shoulder tightly.

“Don't move.”

I used my strength to push him away.

“I want to go to the hospital.”

He frowned tighter.

“It's too late now.”

"Are you afraid of being late, or are you afraid that I will meet Lam Nhuy An?"

His eyes darkened.

“Don't let your body get angry.”

My eyes are hot.

"Ha Duat Xuyen, the baby in your belly, don't you even have the right to hear the results?"

His hand loosened. Half an hour later, we were at the hospital. Lam Nhuy An is waiting in the clinic. She was wearing a white blouse, and on the table was my examination result form. As soon as I walked in, I held Ha Duat Xuyen's hand tightly. Lam Nhuy An glanced at her, her voice was very gentle.

“The results show that the current fetus is a bit weak and at risk of premature birth. Next time, Ms. Khuong must definitely control her emotions."

My fingertips are cold. Ha Duat Xuyen squeezed my hand.

“How to handle it?”

“Regular follow-up examination, if necessary, hospitalization to maintain pregnancy.”

Lam Nhuy An looked at him.

“In addition, her family must try to stabilize her psychology. Arguments, agitation or an unstable relationship can all increase the risk.”

I was annoyed when I heard it.

“Doctor Lam, you can say frankly that I have a bad temper.”

She paused slightly.

“I didn't mean that.”

“You always say I'm unstable.”

Ha Duat Xuyen said in a low voice: "Khuong Tu." I turned sharply to look at him.

“You feel the same way, right?”