Quickly, Luo Xiaoqian took out her phone and searched for Qin Feimo’s personal information, but while it listed his height, weight, and education, it didn’t mention his blood type.

"It’s not there." Luo Xiaoqian turned in concern, "Why don’t you go back and ask him?"

Feng Jinglei hesitated. Things were tense between her and Qin Feimo right now, and it would be odd to go back and ask him about his blood type—he surely wouldn’t say.

Right, she could ask Grandma Qin. She should know!

"I’ll go back and ask Grandma Qin."

"That works. She’s bound to know her grandson’s blood type!"

Thinking the problem was solved, Luo Xiaoqian was relieved for her, but when she remembered another issue, her brows knitted again.

"Jinglei, are you... really not planning to tell Qin Feimo about the pregnancy?"

Behind them, Dongfang Li listened to their conversation clearly, and her expression changed.

So she was really pregnant? And it’s Qin Feimo’s child...

But from the looks of it, Qin Feimo might not even know she’s pregnant?

The hospital was bustling with many people, and Feng Jinglei and Luo Xiaoqian were completely unaware they were being followed.

"I haven’t made up my mind yet." Lowering her head, Feng Jinglei fell into deep thought.

Without any assurance, she didn’t dare speak out, not wanting to lose this child. But in two months, she might not be able to hide it—the belly would only get bigger.

"Jinglei! Why don’t you give it a try? I think Qin Feimo might accept this child after all," Luo Xiaoqian said, noticing a hint of concern in Qin Feimo’s gaze towards Jinglei last night.

Perhaps their relationship wasn’t as cold as Jinglei thought. Qin Feimo should care about her.

"Why are you so sure?" Glancing at her friend, she couldn’t understand where this confidence came from.

"Eventually you’ll have to say it, so why not take a chance? If he truly doesn’t accept, come stay with me, we’ll raise the baby together—I’ll be the dad, and you’ll be the mom!"

Feng Jinglei chuckled at her friend’s sudden "dad" remark.

"Xiaoqi, having a friend like you is truly the honor of my life," she said sincerely, looking at Luo Xiaoqian.

Luo Xiaoqian couldn’t help but joke along, "Really? Then should we make it official?"

"I’m afraid I can’t give you happiness."

"That’s alright, I don’t mind."

Laughing as they walked, they exited the hospital.

Dongfang Li stopped at the entrance, a smile suddenly playing on her lips.

Feng Jinglei is pregnant, but Qin Feimo actually doesn’t know, and she’s worried he won’t accept the child.

It seems as a real couple—if they were truly engaged, there’s no way Qin Feimo wouldn’t accept the child. Her worries probably show that their relationship is indeed fake!

With this thought, the smile on Dongfang Li’s lips deepened.

...

At noon, after finishing his meeting, Qin Feimo returned to his office. He glanced at the time and thought about last night, deciding not to have lunch with Feng Jinglei.

Yet as he entered the elevator, he unconsciously pressed the button for the finance department’s floor, only realizing he was there after stepping out and seeing the familiar glass doors.

"President Qin?"

It was lunchtime, and everyone had left for lunch. Chen Feng was the last to leave, stepping out of the finance department to see Qin Feimo standing by the elevator.

The situation between him and Feng Jinglei had long been a popular topic in the company, and Chen Feng was no exception.