The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era
Chapter 144: Little Green Tea is Just Adorable

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Little Green Tea is Just Adorable

I don’t know if it was out of fury, but suddenly, a wave of nausea surged up her throat, and Sun Feifei hurriedly ran to the side to vomit.

After throwing up, Sun Feifei weakly took out a handkerchief from her bag, preparing to wipe the corner of her mouth, but the next second, she stared at the vomit on the ground, her face lighting up with joy as if she had thought of something.

In the traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

Sun Feifei was sitting opposite the old physician, extending her wrist for him to take her pulse, her expression full of nervous anticipation, "Doctor, how is it?"

The physician withdrew his hand, said nonchalantly, "You’re pregnant."

Although she had suspected it, hearing the definitive result made Sun Feifei overwhelmed with joy, incredulous.

She had actually hit the jackpot!

Even the heavens were helping her!

After her excitement subsided, Sun Feifei became filled with regret.

She was frustrated that she had not thought of this earlier; even half a day sooner would have saved her from being humiliated by that old lecher, Chen Jianqiang.

After leaving the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, Sun Feifei did not rush back to the company but instead walked slowly on the road by herself, planning her future steps.

Thinking about the timing, she had been pregnant for only about a month and a half.

She had heard that the fetus is not stable in the first three months, and that, after three months, it’s not possible to have an abortion, only an induced labor.

After weighing the pros and cons, Sun Feifei decided not to look for Ning Yuan right away. She would wait until the fetus was stable after three months, and then she must make Ning Yuan take responsibility for her and the child in her belly!

——

"Old Yan."

Compared to Ning Yuan’s cheeky demeanor, Yan Yi was much colder, his voice consistently gentle, devoid of much emotion, "I’m very busy."

The implication: Get lost quickly if there’s nothing important, don’t bother me.

Ning Yuan placed his hand on the document Yan Yi was writing, "It’ll only take five minutes, I’ll leave as soon as I’m done."

Lastly, he added, "It’s about Miss Shen."

Among the people the two men knew, there was only one with the surname Shen—Shen Mingzhu.

Yan Yi capped his pen, removed his glasses, and stood up to make tea.

Ning Yuan followed him, recounting in vivid detail how Sun Feifei had misguided Chen Jianqiang into teasing Shen Mingzhu at the investment wine party, and how he had instructed Chen Jianqiang to toy with Sun Feifei.

After finishing the story, he began to fish for compliments, "Old Yan, I’ve avenged you, haven’t I? How do you plan to thank me?"

Yan Yi glanced at him sidelong, carrying his tea back to the desk, and from a drawer, he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Ning Yuan.

"What the hell!?"

Ning Yuan looked at the name on the pregnancy test report and dramatically acted out a shocked expression.

Yan Yi took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, his demeanor calm as he spoke, "The medicine I gave you, did you not give it to her?"

"I did, she took it right in front of me."

Ning Yuan nonchalantly tossed the pregnancy test report onto the desk, as if he were throwing away trash, his expression mocking.

"This woman is quite the schemer, playing me with her duplicity."

Yan Yi was noncommittal, "Decide how to deal with it yourself, we’re even."

Ning Yuan: "..."

Touche.

Back in the car, Ning Yuan pinched the pregnancy test report in his hand, his handsome face crossing with cold mockery.

Tsk, how could she be so naive and foolish? To think she could tie him down with just a little thing inside her belly.

Discarding the pregnancy test report, Ning Yuan turned his car around and headed for Tiangong Company.

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"Feifei, why are you wearing flat shoes today?"

During the lunch break, a female colleague casually chatted with Sun Feifei.

Sun Feifei wore flat shoes to help with her pregnancy and to prevent tripping or falling, but naturally, she wouldn’t reveal that reasoning and instead made up an excuse about not feeling well.

"No wonder." The female colleague smiled at her, "Feifei, I’m going to be honest with you, don’t take it the wrong way, but your legs are a bit short, and you look better in high heels."

Sun Feifei almost choked on her food, unable to swallow or spit it out, but it was not appropriate for her to make a scene.

The female colleague was an old hand at the company, and Sun Feifei currently lacked the power and capital to fall out with her.

Suppressing her displeasure, she forced a smile and flattered in return, "I can’t help it; not everyone is born with natural beauty and a good figure like you."

After hearing this, the female colleague was exceptionally happy and in turn praised her delicate features.

The lunch ended in mutual flattery between the two.

Back at her desk, Sun Feifei took out a bottle of medicine from her drawer.

The label on the bottle said it was a vitamin, but in reality, it was folic acid.

After taking the folic acid, a colleague asked her to go to the manager’s office.

Sun Feifei’s eyelids twitched, and an ominous premonition arose within her. As a newcomer, being called to the manager’s office usually wasn’t good news.

"Manager Huang, you wanted to see me?"

Huang Fen’s face was pleasant, but her words sent a chill down Sun Feifei’s spine.

"President Chen said he appreciates you, and specifically wants you to handle all of the company’s future cooperation and dealings with Tiangong..."

"Manager Huang."

Sun Feifei didn’t let Huang Fen finish, and quickly deflected, "I’m just a newcomer to the company; I don’t yet have the capability to independently handle such important cooperation. It might be better to let Zhou Li handle it; she’s better than me in every aspect of experience and abilities."

Zhou Li had joined the company one month before Sun Feifei. Because they were both newcomers, they had never gotten along, often having small clashes.

Sun Feifei didn’t want to deal with an old lecher like Chen Jianqiang, but she didn’t forget to push her rival, Zhou Li, into the pit of fire.

Being in her position, Huang Fen could easily see through her maneuver.

"Sun Feifei, if President Chen hadn’t named you specifically, I also wouldn’t trust such an important client to a newcomer. Indeed, President Chen can be a bit difficult to deal with, but isn’t that the nature of our job? This is both a challenge and a rare opportunity for you. If you handle the Tiangong case well, your name could very well be on the promotion list at the end of the year."

Sun Feifei’s breath hitched.

She was currently a public relations specialist; the next step up was director, and beyond that was Huang Fen’s position.

Being in Huang Fen’s position, an annual income of over ten thousand wouldn’t be a problem; there were even opportunities for company-funded trips abroad and further training each year.

Sun Feifei was torn.

To the left was the chance to climb up to Ning Yuan, marrying into wealth through her child; to the right was a promotion and pay rise, reaching the peak of her career.

What to choose?

She couldn’t bear to give up either.

Fortune favors the bold. Why should she have to make a choice? She wanted it all, and more!

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Time flew, and before she knew it, the day of the self-study exam arrived.

At the dining table, Shen Mingzhu divided a smooth and fragrant steamed egg custard in half, scooping one portion into Pei Ziheng’s bowl and keeping the other for herself.

Besides the custard, there was also a plate of pan-fried chive buns.

While having breakfast, Shen Mingzhu spoke to Pei Ziheng, "It’s so hot outside; you don’t need to go. Just stay home and wait for me. What if you get heatstroke? I won’t be able to take care of you during the exam."

"I feel so useless, only becoming a burden and trouble for mom."

Pei Ziheng, already blessed with a delicately beautiful face, hung his head low, exuding dejection and sadness. A crystal-clear teardrop hung perilously from his thick eyelashes, giving the impression of a pitiful child abandoned by the world.