Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 392: Extra 5: Just Have a Baby

The two new parents held the examination sheet and, led by an assistant, went to the doctor’s office. At this moment, there was no one around, so they didn’t need to queue.

Upon seeing Fu Jichen, the doctor immediately put down his work, stood up to greet him respectfully, and said, "Mr. Fu."

"Thank you, Doctor Zhao." Fu Jichen nodded, not displaying any airs of superiority. His tone was calm, but it was apparent that he was sincere when he said this.

Instead, it made the doctor feel uneasy, and his attitude became even more humble, "Not at all, you are too kind. Please, you and your wife, have a seat."

The assistant brought over two chairs, placing them by the desk, and the couple sat down.

The doctor carefully examined the sheet, not daring to show any negligence. After going through each page, he placed the sheets on the table, pressed his hand on them, and looked up to say to the couple, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Fu, Mrs. Fu is indeed pregnant. The fetus is currently six weeks old, and everything is normal. Just make sure to come for regular check-ups in the future."

Shen Jianian, who had her hands on her lap, tightened and loosened them, asking, "Do I need to take any medication?"

"I’ll prescribe some folic acid for you to take," the doctor replied, understanding that people of their status place great importance on their first pregnancy. He spoke slowly and cautiously, "There are also some pregnancy precautions. I’ve prepared a handbook for you. You can take a look at it when you have time after returning home. Don’t be too nervous, just pay attention to nutrition and relax. There’s nothing else to worry about."

In a wealthy family like the Fu Family, a pregnant eldest daughter-in-law would surely be surrounded and carefully tended to by many people. They wouldn’t lack nutritionists or nannies, so there’s generally no need to worry much.

The doctor pulled out a drawer, took out a booklet, and handed it to Shen Jianian with both hands, "The details are thoroughly explained here. It lists the physiological changes during pregnancy. If you encounter any uncertainties, you can also call me."

Fu Jichen helped Shen Jianian put the booklet into her bag. The doctor had not noticed until now that Fu Jichen was carrying a pink-patterned tote bag, obviously a woman’s bag.

The doctor thought to himself, Mr. Fu truly lived up to his reputation for pampering his wife.

"We’ll rely on you from now on." Fu Jichen said.

The doctor snapped back to attention and quickly responded, "Of course, of course, you don’t need to be so polite."

As the couple left, the doctor personally saw them to the elevator.

Only after the elevator doors closed and descended did the doctor wipe the sweat from his forehead and walk back, sighing internally. It was rare for someone from the Beicheng Fu Family to be so courteous and humble.

*

The task of picking up the medicine was handed over to Qu Mo, while Fu Jichen and Shen Jianian waited in the car.

It had rained yesterday, and today the temperature dropped sharply to single digits. The sky was gray, and in the afternoon, it seemed like evening, as though rain might fall again at any moment.

Shen Jianian was holding the sheet, examining it repeatedly, when she heard Fu Jichen’s voice beside her, with a smile, "Are you at ease now? The doctor said everything is normal with the baby."

"Pregnancy lasts ten months; it’s only been over a month. We have more than eight months to wait, and just thinking about it makes me feel..."

"Hold on." Fu Jichen promptly interrupted her, "Did you already forget the doctor’s advice as soon as we left? Pregnant women should maintain a good mood and avoid excessive worry. So, don’t think about all sorts of things; I’m here, and I’ll take care of you and the baby."

Qu Mo returned with the medicine, and there were things Shen Jianian didn’t want to say in front of others, so she held back the urge to speak.

When the car arrived back home, she forgot what she wanted to say while in the car.

After thinking for a long time, Shen Jianian frowned in frustration, wondering if the saying, "Pregnancy turns one into a scatterbrain for three years," was really that accurate. She felt as if her brain wasn’t working properly.

The villa was undergoing cleaning, with Cheng Jin mainly responsible for directing and supervising. Worried that the workers might not be thorough enough, she was running up and down to keep an eye on things, occasionally offering some suggestions, "This corner of the carpet is folded up, and if someone isn’t careful, they might trip. It’s best to trim this section so it aligns with the staircase’s turn..."

Standing on the second-floor landing, Cheng Jin noticed the couple returning and hurried downstairs to greet them. She looked at Shen Jianian and asked, "How did it go?"

"I’m indeed pregnant," Shen Jianian said with a slight smile.

Cheng Jin immediately beamed with joy, "I knew it couldn’t be wrong! Are you hungry? I’ll ask the chef to cook something for you. I can’t leave right now; I need to keep an eye on them."

"You go ahead, I’ll talk to Master Yuan myself."

The family’s chef, surnamed Yuan, was currently in the kitchen. Shen Jianian went over to ask him to make a bowl of clear soup noodles with an egg.

"Alright, please wait a moment," Master Yuan said.

"Just that?" Fu Jichen, who had just been to the restroom, overheard Shen Jianian’s conversation with the chef as he came over.

Master Yuan looked at him and said, "I made a pot of bone broth this morning; we can use it as the soup base."

"All right then." Fu Jichen was reluctantly satisfied.

An hour later, it was mealtime. The chef prepared several dishes for Fu Jichen and a serving of noodle soup with an egg for Shen Jianian. She had a good appetite, didn’t feel nauseous or like vomiting, and enjoyed the entire bowl comfortably.

The fruit after dinner was prepared by Fu Jichen, a man in a shirt and trousers, with his sleeves rolled up, standing by the vegetable sink, slightly bowing his head as he washed each fruit clean. The fingers usually holding a pen now held a fruit knife, peeling and cutting slowly into pieces, placing them in a glass bowl, tossing in a fork, and taking them upstairs.

In the bedroom, Shen Jianian leaned against the lounge chair by the window, having a video call with Bai Changxia.

Fu Jichen said nothing, walked over, picked up a piece of orange with a fork, and handed it to her mouth. Shen Jianian instinctively opened her mouth, the rich juice filling her mouth, as she finally looked up at Fu Jichen.

"Since the doctor said it’s normal, don’t worry too much..." Bai Changxia was speaking when she suddenly froze, realizing that the hand reaching into the camera wasn’t Jianian’s, but looked like a man’s hand, presumably Fu Jichen’s.

"Maybe we should chat when we meet next time. You must be tired coming back from the hospital, and need to rest well," Bai Changxia said.

Shen Jianian swallowed the sweet-orange: "It’s fine."

Fu Jichen, one hand on his waistbelt, listening by the side, couldn’t help reminding: "Don’t spend too much time on the phone, it’s bad for the eyes. Have a nap after chatting."

Shen Jianian pursed her lips, thinking that he was already starting to control her now, who knows how the next eight months will be.

*

On the weekend, Mr. Fu invited the younger generation back to the old house for a small gathering.

The old man’s health wasn’t good, having once loved peace and quiet; now he always wanted the house to be lively. Knowing the younger generation were all busy people, his requirements weren’t so strict, coming back once or twice a month was enough.

During the last Mid-Autumn reunion dinner, Shen Jianian wasn’t able to attend due to circumstances, and naturally wouldn’t decline this time.

She had beforehand instructed Fu Jichen not to disclose her pregnancy.

Fu Jichen didn’t understand, thinking that the old man knowing she was pregnant, with a new addition to the family, might make him happier.

When asked for her reasoning, she hesitated for a while before revealing her real thoughts, saying it was something she’d heard, that it’s best to keep pregnancy hidden from others in the first three months.

Fu Jichen seemed to have heard this saying as well, but didn’t take it seriously. However, he would always comply with her requests, so he agreed not to announce it.

The old house was bustling joyfully, almost like New Year’s Eve. Just as Shen Jianian stepped inside, a toy car bumped into the tip of her shoe. She took a step back as the stopped toy car zoomed ahead again.

Fu Jichen frowned momentarily, raised his head to see who was playing, and began to educate his cousin’s child: "Play with toys where there’s no foot traffic, in case someone accidentally steps on it or trips."

The child obediently used the remote to stop the toy car, crouched to pick it up, and ran to the side hall.

Fu Jianfang sipped tea, murmuring under his breath: "Fu Da doting on his wife isn’t about pampering like a treasure egg..."

The old man’s ears were still sharp, and noticing her inability to control her mouth, shot her a glance. His daughter was fond of stirring trouble, her mouth sharper than a knife, always forgetting the pain once healed. Half a lifetime had passed, and it was impossible to expect her to change.

Meeting the old man’s gaze, Fu Jianfang lowered her eyelids.

Shen Jianian approached, greeted the old man, and took the initiative to make tea. She once received praise from the old man for her good tea brewing skills. Each time she visited the old house, regardless of prior tea preparation, she would always brew a fresh pot.

She had just put the tea leaves into the teapot when Fu Jichen reached out to take the tea spoon and tea implements from her: "Let me do it, you go sit and rest."

The sofa was a bit far from the tea table; making tea required a squat posture. With his height and long legs, Fu Jichen could do it by simply bending from the sofa.

Shen Jianian listened to him, gave the old man an apologetic smile, straightened up, took two steps back, and sat on the sofa behind, next to Fu Jichen.

To this, the old man said nothing. Family harmony was a great desire of his nowadays. Seeing them as loving could be comforting to him, better than Fu Jianfang and her husband, who frequently quarreled, sometimes even resorting to physical altercations, breaking household items, with two unruly children, both difficult to govern.

The only regret was that Fu Jichen had no offspring since marriage.

After two pots of tea were finished, the housekeeper came over to say it was time to eat. The group moved to the dining room and sat in their designated places.

Fu Jichen’s cousin’s child quietly squeezed beside Shen Jianian, wanting to sit next to her. Shen Jianian didn’t refuse, moving her chair to offer space to the child.

The child’s mother apologized a bit, joking with her own child: "Is it because your aunt is beautiful that you’re clinging to her?"

The child squirmed a bit, appearing shy.

Perhaps due to pregnancy, Shen Jianian found herself liking children more than before, continuously attending to the child during the meal, helping him with food, occasionally even feeding him.

Fu Jichen placed a pinch of vegetables into her bowl, casually reminding: "He can use chopsticks himself, but you haven’t eaten much. Eat more."

Fu Jianfang noticed and remarked pointedly: "If the niece-in-law likes children so much, you might as well have one yourself. Fu Da isn’t young, others his age have children running about."

Everyone knew Shen Jianian had severe injuries from a major car accident, possibly impairing her to bear children. She was being deliberate, precisely targeting the pain point of this couple.