nashuaworldcup Chapter 303 Stretch Marks
Chapter 303 Stretch Marks
"What is this?" I pointed to my stomach, my voice trembling slightly.
He looked in the direction I was pointing and frowned slightly: "Stretch marks, it's normal, don't worry about it too much."
"Normal?" I looked up, my eyes welling up with tears. "How can it be normal? I never imagined I'd have something like this..."
He put down his book, reached out and pulled me into his arms, his voice gentle: "Don't think too much about it, this is something every mother goes through. You are beautiful, whether you have these stripes or not, you are just as beautiful."
I leaned against him, but my heart still felt heavy. His words were warm, but a wave of disappointment washed over me, impossible to suppress. I looked down at the stripes, my mind a jumble of emotions.
"I don't want this..." I said softly, my voice choked with emotion.
He patted my back gently, as if comforting a child: "It's okay, we can find a way to downplay it after the baby is born. Right now, the most important thing is your health and the baby's health."
I nodded and didn't say anything more.
He let go of me, picked up the book and continued flipping through it, muttering something softly to himself, as if he were giving his baby prenatal education. I looked at his profile, feeling a mix of emotions.
But that stretch mark is like a thorn stuck in my heart, and I can't get rid of it.
The next day at noon, Jiang Yichen had something to do and was passing by my house. He thought he'd come back to see what I was doing. He opened the door, carrying his briefcase, and looked tired. As he changed his shoes, he called out into the house, "Grandma, I'm home."
Grandma was sitting in a rocking chair in the living room, slowly fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan. Hearing his voice, she looked up and replied with a smile, "You're back? Why are you back so early today?"
Jiang Yichen walked to the sofa and sat down, casually placing his briefcase aside. He rubbed his temples and said, "Nothing much happened at the company today, so I came back early. Where's Gu Mo? How's she doing today?"
Grandma paused, her hand holding the palm-leaf fan, her eyes darting around for a moment before returning to normal: "Gu Mo, she's been very well-behaved today, resting in her room the whole time and hasn't gone out."
Jiang Yichen frowned, a hint of doubt in his voice: "Really? I heard her say she had an important meeting to attend today?"
Grandma started fanning herself with her palm-leaf fan again, her tone light: "Oh dear, you must have misheard, right? She didn't go anywhere today, she just stayed home and watched TV with me. We even had lunch together, and she had a good appetite."
Jiang Yichen stared at his grandmother for a few seconds, feeling that something was off. His grandmother's expression seemed natural, but he still felt something was strange. He sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Grandma, please don't lie to me like she does. She needs to be careful with her health right now."
Grandma put down her palm-leaf fan, reached out and patted the back of his hand, her tone relaxed: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Gu Mo is a child who knows what she's doing."
Jiang Yichen didn't say anything more, but he felt a little uneasy. He knew immediately that I had begged my grandmother for a long time before she agreed to keep it from me over the phone.
But he didn't expect that his grandmother would actually lie with him. He stood up, walked to the door, and gently pushed it open to peek inside.
The room was empty, the bed neatly made, clearly untouched. Jiang Yichen frowned, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He turned and returned to the living room, watching his grandmother still smiling as she fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan, feeling both helpless and somewhat amused.
"Grandma, please don't hide it from me anymore." He sat down next to his grandmother, his tone tinged with helplessness. "I know Gu Mo went out, so please don't lie to me along with her."
Grandma paused in her hand, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan, then laughed. "Oh dear, you caught me. Gu Mo begged me for so long before I finally agreed. She said today's matter is very important and she didn't want you to worry."
Jiang Yichen sighed, his tone tinged with indulgence: "You just spoil her too much."
Grandma patted his hand with a smile: "You two are both so stubborn. I'm doing this for your own good, aren't I? Gu Mo is a smart girl, so don't worry too much."
At that moment, on my way there, I received a call from the doctor.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly replied, "I'm in a meeting. Is there something you need?"
"Your test results are in. We recommend that you be hospitalized for observation for the next few days." The doctor's voice came through the phone, like a heavy hammer hitting my heart.
"Hospitalization?" I was taken aback and instinctively shook my head. "No, I have a lot of work to do lately, I can't be hospitalized."
"But your health needs close monitoring, especially at this stage; we can't be careless." The doctor's tone was firm and unwavering.
I gripped my phone, feeling a little flustered. Work, children, health… everything was a tangled mess, making it hard to breathe. I took a deep breath, trying to make my voice sound calm: “I understand, I’ll think about it.”
At the same time, he went to the room, opened the wardrobe, and found a brand new maternity dress inside. It was elegant in style and soft in texture, obviously carefully selected. He reached out and touched the clothes. Jiang Yichen understood that once he made a decision, he would not change it.
He sighed, took out his phone, and sent me a message: "Is the meeting over? Remember to go home early."
"Just finished, going back right away."
Jiang Yichen put down his phone and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He went to the kitchen and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back."
Grandma nodded, her tone slightly teasing: "Go ahead, go ahead, remember to bring Momo some good food."
Jiang Yichen smiled, turned around, and went out the door. He drove to a nearby upscale maternity wear store, picked out several sets of the latest maternity clothes, and also bought some comfortable flat shoes and loose-fitting coats.
When I went to pay, the clerk smiled and asked, "Is this for your wife? How thoughtful of you."
He didn't say anything, but he felt a bit conflicted. He knew that what I needed wasn't just material support, but more importantly, his understanding and companionship.
Stepping into the renowned five-star hotel in the city center, the doors to the international conference hall slowly opened before me. A dazzling crystal chandelier hung high above, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day. Light refracted through the sparkling crystals, creating a dreamlike halo and gilding every corner with a luxurious golden edge.
The businessmen, dressed in sharp suits, moved about on the commercial stage like well-trained dancers, each with their own agenda.
They chatted in small groups, their whispered conversations intertwining like a mysterious melody, each note seemingly concealing endless business secrets, permeating and fermenting in the air.