She was about to get out of the bathroom cubicle when she heard footsteps, followed by two women talking to each other.
"Is the woman who came for the pregnancy check-up today the wife of Ye Wenming, the president of the Ye Group?" one of the women asked.
"Yes, that woman is dressed so simply. Who would have thought that she's the young madam of the Ye family?" the other said.
"Do they not get along with each other? They didn't come together and arrived at the hospital separately.”
"Of course not. If they don't get along with each other, would Ye Wenming come to the hospital once a month to get his blood drawn? And he even instructed us not to tell his wife. He said he doesn’t want his wife to worry."
"Oh, right, he gets his blood drawn once a month. I heard he wants to do it until his wife gives birth."
"Is it safe for him to keep getting his blood drawn like that?”
"He seems to have signed a waiver with the hospital..."
Zhuo Qianyun tuned out to whatever they said next. All she could think about was... Ye Wenming getting his blood drawn.
'Does Ye Wenming come to the hospital once a month to have his blood drawn? Is he going to continue doing it until I give birth? So… is he doing it for me?’
She flung open the stall door and asked the nurses urgently, "Where in the hospital is Ye Wenming getting his blood drawn?"
The two nurses went silent at the sight of Zhuo Qianyun, knowing that they had blown the cover.
After all, Ye Wenming had clearly told the hospital not to tell his wife about him getting his blood drawn every month.
"Uh... Mrs. Ye, we don't know what you're talking about. If what we just said gave you the wrong impression, we can explain..."
She wanted to take a closer look but he quickly pulled down his sleeve as if sensing something.
"Wait!" she shouted, holding his arm to stop him.
She easily found a needle mark in the middle of the bruise, proving that he had indeed gotten his blood drawn just now.
"Did you really just get your blood drawn?" she asked.
"I’m just doing a body check-up. I need to do some blood tests, so they drew my blood," he said casually, pulling his arm from her hand and rolling down his sleeve. "Aren't you supposed to be having your pregnancy check-up today? What are you doing here?"
Zhuo Qianyun stared at Ye Wenming, who looked so pale it made his skin seem almost transparent.
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