CHAPTER 1208: CHAPTER 239: DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT LAYING A FINGER—PREGNANT? (PART 6)

Feeling the awkward atmosphere around her, she regrettably covered her mouth, wondering if she had said something she shouldn’t have.

Yan Song shot her a cold glance, and Yan Xing felt a tingle down her spine. She was doomed; her big brother definitely wouldn’t forgive her.

Yan Xing chuckled awkwardly, "Pretend I didn’t say anything just now..."

Yun Ya seemed unfazed, but Mai Zheng’s expression grew even colder.

"Eating can’t even keep your mouth shut," Yan Song reprimanded coldly.

Yun Ya took a few sips of soup but had no appetite, wiping her mouth with a napkin as Yan Song asked with concern, "Why did you only drink a few sips?"

"I can’t stomach it," Yun Ya’s stomach hadn’t been well these days, maybe due to the adjustment to the Capital City’s climate, or perhaps the weather was too cold, making her look even more frail than when she’d first arrived.

Yan Song looked at her with pity, offering a fruit salad, "Have some fruit."

Yun Ya picked a few cherries and put them in her mouth, feeling nauseated, and she forced herself to stand up despite the discomfort, "I’ll go to the restroom."

"I’ll go with you." Yan Song was about to get up when Yun Ya pressed his shoulder to stop him, shaking her head, "No need, I can go myself."

With that, she left her seat slowly.

Meng Junci watched as Ji Yunya left, then suddenly raised her eyes to look at Yan Song. From her angle, she could see his thick eyelashes, his side profile handsome and cold. Her heart couldn’t help but race...

She struggled to control her heartbeat, pouring water into Yan Song’s cup, "Brother Yan Song, you need to care about yourself too."

Her voice was so tender and coy, like a little cat paw, scratching at one’s heart teasingly.

Yet Yan Song didn’t look at her from start to finish, only responding with an indifferent "Hm," extremely cold and perfunctory.

Meng Junci bit her lip, sitting down resentfully.

Yan Xing was eating merrily when her arm accidentally bumped Meng Junci, sending cream from the spoon onto Meng Junci’s coat. Her face turned green instantly...

Yan Xing quickly pulled out some tissues, "Sister Ah Ci, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to."

Meng Junci suppressed her anger, abruptly brushing Yan Xing’s hand aside, "Forget it."

Her tone was somewhat sharp, leaving Yan Xing stunned. Meng Junci sighed, "I’ll go to the restroom."

Yun Ya felt queasy, vomiting up what she’d eaten earlier, then turned on the tap to wash her hands, rinsing her mouth with fresh water until she felt a bit better.

Even though she’d covered her mouth and nose, she still inhaled some ether.

Thinking about Ye Xiaoxiao’s current situation, a cold smile flashed across Yun Ya’s eyes.

At that moment, a figure quietly approached, turning on the tap and gently wiping cream off her clothes, leaving traces on the white coat.

This garment was high-end and expensive; it was ruined by Yan Xing the first time she wore it outside, leaving her feeling frustrated.

Yun Ya turned and looked at the girl beside her, raising an eyebrow subtly, smiling brightly, "Miss Meng."

Meng Junci paused her actions, glancing at Ji Yunya, biting her teeth secretly, and smiled, "Miss Ji, are you feeling unwell? Your face looks a bit pale." She wondered if her health was bad, would she be able to have children in the future?

Yun Ya’s slender, delicate hand clutched at her chest, her brows slightly furrowed, looking really pitiful, "I don’t know why, I feel a bit nauseous and crave sour food... I’ve always been healthy; lately, I’m not sure what’s happening, oh... I wish to get better soon, can’t let Brother Yan worry about me..."

Watching her feign innocence, Meng Junci felt a pang in her teeth. What was she saying? Her stomach was upset... craving sour things...

Meng Junci thought of a possibility, carefully observing Yun Ya’s complexion, pressing her nails deeply into her palm.

Could she be pregnant?

Thinking of this possibility made her extremely uncomfortable; she was raging with jealousy. How could she...

But isn’t it normal? Yan Song is a normal man.

Plus, the marriage between the two has already been decided; if Ji Yunya is pregnant now, Zhuang Xiyue will likely hasten their wedding.

Reflecting on her own concerns, she found them utterly ridiculous. There was a chance before, but now...

Her gaze fell on Yun Ya’s belly, wishing she could stab a hole through it.

"Miss Meng, what’s the matter?" The girl’s delicate and tender voice reached her ears.

Meng Junci snapped back, forcing a smile, "Miss Ji has just come to the Capital City, probably not accustomed to the climate."

Yun Ya sighed, "Probably, maybe tomorrow I’ll ask Brother Yan to accompany me to the hospital for a check-up, to see if there’s any issue with my body; it’s better to get treated early so Brother Yan can be assured..."