So Song Yueqin gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement, "Fine, if you say we go, then we go."
"That's more like it. Once we get to the hospital and run a test, whether you're pregnant or not will be clear as day," said Li Junping.
Song Yueqin couldn't eat anymore, she put down her chopsticks, stood up, and began to tidy up the bowls.
But she had only cleaned up half of them when she started feeling waves of cramping in her stomach.
She hurriedly put the bowls down, clutching her stomach as she ran outside: "My stomach hurts, I need to use the toilet."
"What a lazy donkey, always busiest grinding when it's time to poop or pee!" Li Junping cursed under her breath, then stood up to start cleaning the pots and pans.
After clearing two bowls, she paused, feeling something was off. Song Yueqin's reaction just now didn't seem like that of someone pregnant. She couldn't allow this wretch to be carrying a bastard child, embarrassing their Qin Family's reputation.
