Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 76 - Pregnant (part 2)
Chapter 76: Pregnant (part 2)
After Ye Chuqing said those three words, the air fell silent for a few seconds. Then Chen Die and Wen Liang silently exchanged glances.
Chen Die quietly calculated her menstrual cycle in her head—it was supposed to come around these few days. But no matter how she tried to count, she couldn’t tell for sure.
“Should we go to the hospital first?” Wen Liang asked with a frown, looking rather anxious.
Chen Die glanced at Ye Chuqing, still feeling it was unlikely. She didn’t feel like she was pregnant at all. She had just performed in a play—how could she be pregnant just like that?
Besides, the meal had barely started.
“Let’s wait a bit. I really don’t think it’s that. Don’t get too nervous,” Chen Die smiled and nodded toward Ye Chuqing. “The actual pregnant one hasn’t even started eating yet.”
Ye Chuqing thought for a moment and said, “It’s fine. The dishes I ordered are all safe for pregnant women anyway. If you are pregnant, you definitely shouldn’t go hungry. Eat first, then go.”
So they swapped the rice cereal for plain water. Chen Die took a sip and finally managed to suppress that earlier nausea.
Still a little uneasy, she asked Ye Chuqing what it felt like when she first got pregnant.
“I just kept vomiting. And I was hungry. I’d eat, then throw up again.” Just recalling it made Ye Chuqing feel sick, and she waved her hand dismissively. “If we keep talking about this, I won’t be able to eat.”
Chen Die touched her stomach. “But I don’t feel like throwing up at all.”
“Some people don’t get morning sickness,” Ye Chuqing said.
With the matter weighing on their minds, the meal ended quickly, and the group headed to the hospital.
Because of Chen Die’s public status, being seen in the OB-GYN department would immediately become a trending headline—who knows what rumors would be spun from it.
So even during the meal, Wen Liang had already asked Zhu Qicong to schedule a private prenatal appointment.
Zhu Qicong, having worked with Wen Liang for years and handled almost every major project in Wenyuan, was sharp enough to know this wasn’t an ordinary check-up.
He quickly secured a prenatal appointment at a private hospital.
To avoid drawing attention, they arrived in two separate groups. By the time Chen Shao and Ye Chuqing came in, Chen Die had already been taken in by a nurse for her check-up.
Wen Liang stood outside the examination room, visibly worried.
Ye Chuqing glanced at him and laughed. “You really lucked out.”
Wen Liang lowered his eyes and looked at her, saying nothing.
“With that temper of yours, only someone like our sweet Die would want you. And now she’s even willing to have your kid at this age.” Ye Chuoqing clicked her tongue and shook her head. “You? You’re not much as a person, but your luck is ridiculous.”
This time Wen Liang actually smiled and admitted without hesitation, “Yeah.”
Now that Ye Chuqing’s belly was quite big, standing too long made her uncomfortable. Chen Shao helped her sit down to the side. The floor was quiet—besides them, there was no one else around.
Ye Chuqing and Chen Shao chatted, while Wen Liang, uninterested in joining, let his thoughts drift.
He barely remembered his own childhood and didn’t have the habit of getting nostalgic or emotional.
Back when he first brought Chen Die to the villa in the western suburbs, she was just a high school kid—annoying and bratty. Wen Liang had no patience; he only did the basics like feeding her and making sure she stayed in school.
And now, that same brat had married him—and might now be carrying an even smaller life inside her.
It was a strange feeling.
He stood straight as a rod outside the examination room, so stiff he looked almost rigid.
Soon, the doctor came out with Chen Die behind him.
Before Wen Liang could even ask, Ye Chuqing stood up right away and said, “Doctor, how is it?”
One minute later, the doctor congratulated them—Chen Die was pregnant. Exactly one month along. He then gave them some advice and things to watch out for.
That minute felt like a dream for Wen Liang—he didn’t even really catch all the words.
Chen Die was actually pregnant.
Compared to these two stunned parents-to-be, Chen Shao and Ye Chuqing—who had already been dealing with a child on the way for six months—were much calmer.
Ever since hearing the news, Wen Liang’s brows hadn’t relaxed.
His sharp features and defined jawline gave him a naturally intense air—when he furrowed his brows, it was like a dark cloud rolled in.
Chen Shao found it amusing. He had thought Chen Die was too soft-hearted when she got back with Wen Liang, but now, thanks to his dear little sister, he could finally see Wen Liang acting less like the arrogant jerk he used to be.
Chen Shao rested a hand on Ye Chuqing’s shoulder, then casually patted her big belly.
Thump, thump.
Like tapping a watermelon.
Acting like a seasoned veteran, Chen Shao lazily said, “What’s the worry? They’re not made of glass. Pat all you want—I smack my son every day.”
Chen Die: “…”
Ye Chuqing gave him a cold glare. “Chen Shao, do you have a death wish?”
The news of the pregnancy was quickly shared with Old Master Chen, and Chen Die also told Chen Jianping and Wang Mian, who were currently in Wuxi. She instantly became the family treasure, receiving a flood of congratulations and advice.
As for her fans, Chen Die discussed it with Fang Ruan and decided not to announce it just yet.
For one, most actresses only go public with pregnancy after the first trimester—some even keep it secret until the baby’s born. For another, after giving birth, many actresses find their market positioning changes, affecting the roles they’re offered. Chen Die needed some transition time.
Aunt Zhang at home also learned the news. She had taken care of Shen Yunshu during pregnancy before and knew how to prepare nutritious meals. She enthusiastically whipped up a whole new meal just for Chen Die.
That night, after her bath, Chen Die crawled into bed. She had planned to scroll through her phone a bit, as usual—but then thought about radiation and set it aside.
Though phone radiation probably wouldn’t harm the baby, it was her first pregnancy. Chen Die didn’t know anything and was overly cautious.
Wen Liang hadn’t come upstairs yet. She heard some sounds downstairs, then the front door closing.
A few minutes later, Wen Liang came upstairs.
“Did someone come just now?” Chen Die asked.
“Yeah,” Wen Liang replied, carrying two bags into the room. “I had my assistant pick up some things.”
Chen Die sat up and leaned over to look.
Maternity clothes, shoes, anti-radiation gear—every possible item.
All one thing in common: ugly.
Chen Die blinked at the stuff in the bags, then glanced down at her still-flat belly. She really couldn’t picture herself wearing any of that.
She waved her hand. “Just leave it there for now. I don’t need it yet.”
Wen Liang didn’t object. He set the bag aside, leaned in, and kissed Chen Die’s lips gently, saying in a low voice, “I’ll go take a shower.”
After he finished, the two of them lay down on the bed together.
The bed was large, and they each stayed on their own side, barely touching. It was the first time Chen Die had ever seen Wen Liang like this since they got together.
Chen Die turned her head slightly to glance at him. “What are you thinking about?”
Wen Liang finally let out a breath, turned off the light, and gently pulled her into his arms, resting his face against her shoulder. “How did you suddenly end up pregnant?”
“What?” Chen Die chuckled. “Weren’t you just provoked by Chen Shao before? Now you’re complaining it’s too fast?”
He clicked his tongue. “I’ve never been through this. I don’t know what to do.”
“If you had been through it, I definitely wouldn’t have married you.”
Wen Liang didn’t respond. He gently placed his hand on her stomach. After a minute, he couldn’t resist giving it a slight squeeze and asked, “Does it hurt?”
“......”
Chen Die suddenly felt like she was lying next to a fidgety kid.
“It doesn’t hurt. I don’t feel anything.”
He tried another spot and squeezed again. “What about here?”
Chen Die couldn’t stand it and burst out laughing. “What are you doing? You’re barely pressing at all—it’s like being tickled. Why would it hurt?”
“I’m testing the pressure tolerance of the one inside,” Wen Liang said. “You always say I don’t know my own strength and that I hurt you.”
“…” Chen Die rolled her eyes. “I said that for ages, and you never cared. Now, all of a sudden, you’re so cautious. Do you love me or the baby inside?”
Wen Liang had never bothered to answer such deliberately provocative questions. He just chuckled, reached out to gently stroke her hair, and said, “You little thing… You were already delicate before. Now you’ve got ten months of pregnancy ahead—no idea how many tantrums you’re going to throw at me.”
Chen Die flailed around in his arms in mock protest.
Wen Liang patted her cheek. “Your husband loves you.”
He talked sweetly that night, but just a few days later, he showed his true colors again.
Even after getting pregnant, Chen Die had no intention of quitting work. Plus, since the incident with the rice porridge, she hadn’t had any other symptoms. Her pregnancy so far had been quite smooth.
So after resting at home for a few days and going through another check-up, she planned to return to the theater for her next performance. But Wen Liang objected, worried she might get hurt or bump into something.
In the past, whenever they argued, Wen Liang would resort to ‘force’—grabbing or pinning her down to win.
But now, with her being pregnant, he couldn’t use physical tactics, and when it came to arguing, he wasn’t her match. In the end, he had no choice but to agree.
That morning, Wen Liang had already left for work when Chen Die headed out. She didn’t have much appetite and skipped breakfast. Just as she was leaving, Wen Liang called her.
“Are you out the door?” he asked.
“Just left. Why?”
“Did you eat breakfast?”
Chen Die licked her lips and replied calmly, “I did.”
“Did you bring that thermos I told you to carry whenever you go out?”
Fang Ruan had come to pick her up. As Chen Die got into the car, she casually answered, “Yeah, I brought it.”
“Bullshit!” Wen Liang swore. “You left your thermos at my office yesterday. How could you have it now? Lying comes too easily to you.”
“......”
Chen Die hadn’t expected that this casually asked question would be a trap—he was too sneaky.
Knowing when to retreat, Chen Die softened her tone to coax him: “I’m just going to the theater. They have hot water there. Or you could send someone to bring me the thermos?”
Wen Liang snorted. “When are you done?”
“Two o’clock.”
“I’ll pick you up. We have a prenatal checkup today.”
They chatted a bit longer and hung up. Fang Ruan was already used to their lovey-dovey antics.
After the call, she said, “The first round of performances at the theater lasts three months. Are you planning to perform in all of them?”
“Yeah. If I can, I should. It wouldn’t be good to swap leads mid-way,” Chen Die said. “Once the three months are up, I’ll rest for a bit, see if any good scripts come my way. Then after the baby is born and I’ve recovered, I can jump right back in.”
Fang Ruan smiled. “You’re really starting to sound like your fans say—if you don’t work hard, you’ll just go home and inherit a billion-dollar fortune as a rich housewife.”
“......”
Chen Die had her prenatal checkup scheduled for the same day as Ye Chuqing, and they went together.
She didn’t want special treatment and hadn’t told anyone at the theater about her pregnancy. Afterward, when everyone saw Wen Liang come to pick her up personally, they just joked about it.
At the hospital—
Chen Die and Ye Chuqing went in for their checkups. Ye Chuqing was much further along, so she had more tests to do. Chen Die came out with the doctor first.
The doctor, who naturally recognized the husbands of these two patients, lowered her mask and smiled broadly. “Congratulations! The latest ultrasound shows that Mrs. Wen is pregnant with twins.”
Wen Liang stood there, uncharacteristically stunned.
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