Chapter 90

Upon hearing Li Zeyu's words, Li Yanhong's face flushed red at once. As a young girl who had just tasted the forbidden fruit, especially since the other person was the one she loved most, how could Li Yanhong not want it?

But she still hesitated: 'But the doctor said my fetal qi is unstable, I need to rest well, I'm afraid...'

Li Yanhong hadn't finished speaking when Li Zeyu cut her off: 'Didn't you say last time you went for a checkup that everything was fine!'

Moreover, you're already over three months along; trust me, I'm fine, Yanhong—I really miss you, how could you bear to let me suffer?

Feeling Li Zeyu's hot body, Li Yanhong's face reddened further, and she finally agreed under his soft and hard persuasion.

Li Yanhong shyly said: 'Then be gentle, don't hurt the baby.'

'Okay,' Li Zeyu said verbally, but once he really started, he couldn't control himself and began thrusting wildly.

Li Yanhong initially reminded him softly, but it had no effect; Li Zeyu today seemed to have gone berserk, as if he wanted to tear her apart and swallow her.

Li Yanhong wanted to warn Li Zeyu, but she dared not make too loud a noise, fearing the parents next door would hear; thus she could only bite her lower lip tightly, clutching the sheets with both hands, not daring to make a sound.

Li Yanhong thought this was Li Zeyu's way of showing love, but she didn't see the cruelty on his face.

Li Zeyu's fierce thrusts at Li Yanhong were precisely to prevent her from smoothly giving birth to this child.

Moreover, to ensure his plan was foolproof, Li Zeyu had specially taken medicine beforehand; otherwise he feared he would lose all interest when facing Li Yanhong.

I don't know how long passed, until Li Yanhong could no longer hold back and cried out; Li Zeyu stopped only because he feared disturbing the Battalion Commander couple next door.

Li Yanhong lay shyly in Li Zeyu's arms, thinking this was his expression of love, unaware that what he truly wanted was her and the child's lives!

In the darkness, Li Zeyu barely restrained his disgust, thus he didn't push Li Yanhong away.

The next day, when Li Yanhong woke up, thinking of last night's events, she still had a bashful flush; only when she went to the toilet did she discover blood on her underwear.

Li Yanhong was terrified, but she dared not tell her parents, fearing that when they asked she wouldn't know how to explain.

Anxious and uneasy, Li Yanhong only told Li Zeyu; Li Zeyu's eyes flashed with excitement, but he struggled to calm himself and said:

'Yanhong, it's fine, don't scare yourself; you're just exhausted from last night, resting in bed for two days will fix it—you bled before too, and now you're fine.'

Li Yanhong trusted Li Zeyu extraordinarily, so hearing him say that put her mind at ease; mainly she also feared her parents would blame Li Zeyu if they found out.

Li Yanhong lay in bed for two days, but her condition didn't improve; instead, her bleeding increased, and her lower abdomen felt a dragging pain.

Finally, Li Yanhong could no longer endure; disregarding Li Zeyu's obstruction, she told her parents.

The Battalion Commander couple panicked upon hearing this, for the child in her belly might be their daughter's only offspring; no matter what, they couldn't allow any mishap.

The Battalion Commander immediately hitched the ox cart and sent Li Yanhong to the county hospital.

Upon hearing that Li Yanhong had been sent to the hospital again, Su Ruo felt nothing; Li Yanhong not coming to her saved her trouble.

More importantly, Su Ruo has been very busy lately and simply couldn't attend to Li Yanhong.

Although Su Ruo had long known that the College Entrance Exam would be restored, only after seeing the newspaper content with her own eyes did her mind finally settle, and she began studying even more seriously.

Besides seeing patients, Su Ruo spent most of her time each day reviewing her lessons.

Su Ruo's dream is Jingda; she knows Jingda is not only her dream but also the dream of students nationwide.

Everyone had suppressed this for years; the first resumption of the College Entrance Exam, with no age limit, would surely be a thousand troops crossing a narrow bridge, so Su Ruo didn't dare be overconfident.

Su Ruo is busy, and An'an is even busier; An'an now not only has to study academic knowledge but also learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—Bai Xinya is entirely cultivating An'an into a refined lady of the elite.

In just a few months, An'an seems to have grown taller; not only is she more beautiful, but her demeanor and bearing have improved as well.

Such a pretty little girl—even Su Ruo, upon seeing her, can't help but want to kiss her twice.

Su Ruo secretly worried, not knowing which cheap cabbage would get to enjoy her daughter's beauty in the future.

In the clinic, the only idle person now is Li Zhaodi; Su Ruo also suggested that Li Zhaodi take the college entrance exam.

But Li Zhaodi, upon hearing this, quickly waved her hands in refusal, knowing she didn't have the brains for it.

Li Zhaodi knew she wasn't cut out for studying; as a child, whenever a teacher lectured, she'd get sleepy and want to nap.

Now even more so, those medicinal herbs and their effects—An'an learns them once and remembers, while Li Zhaodi often has to repeat them dozens of times and still gets them wrong.

Su Ruo looked at Li Zhaodi and asked: 'If you don't want to study, what do you want to do in the future?'

Su Ruo knew that even if she became a doctor, she'd still need certification; barefoot doctors would eventually be eliminated by the times.

Li Zhaodi really hadn't thought about it; she just wanted to keep following her master, taking care of An'an, and had never considered her own future.

Su Ruo continued: 'Then what do you like? What do you want to do in the future?'

Li Zhaodi immediately said: 'I like cooking and making clothes; I want to earn money, lots and lots of money.'

When Li Zhaodi spoke of earning money, her eyes lit up; she had suffered too much in life due to lack of money.

Although life is better now, she still lacks a sense of security, and only money can give her that.

In Li Zhaodi's heart, in this world, parents, relatives, husband, friends—anyone could betray or abandon her; only money would not.

Su Ruo had always thought that by giving Li Zhaodi a good life, free from worries about food and clothing, she was being kind to her.

Only now did she realize she had overlooked Li Zhaodi; perhaps Li Zhaodi didn't want to study medicine—it was merely a choice forced upon her.

Su Ruo said: 'Then let's make money!'

At this moment, Li Zhaodi still didn't understand what Su Ruo meant by that.

Only the next day, when Su Ruo took Li Zhaodi to the city, bought her several bolts of cloth, and spent two hundred yuan to buy her a Phoenix-brand sewing machine, did Li Zhaodi understand what Su Ruo meant by 'making money.'

For the first time, someone valued her so deeply; Li Zhaodi felt moved to tears, never expecting that her offhand remark would be remembered by her master.

But at the same time, she felt great pressure; her master had spent so much money on her—if she couldn't earn money, wouldn't her master be at a loss?

Su Ruo, however, comforted her: 'I've seen it; the embroidery you learned from Bai Xinya looks beautiful, and the cotton clothes you made for An'an are also pretty and well-fitting, so don't worry—I have confidence in you again.'

'Even if we can't make a business out of it, having a sewing machine will make it convenient for us to sew our own clothes! You didn't see that the fabric I bought is all bright-colored; rest assured, it definitely won't be wasted.'

Su Ruo felt that Li Zhaodi's talent for making clothes was indeed greater than her aptitude for studying medicine.

Li Zhaodi was indeed comforted, and at the same time she silently vowed in her heart to do well, earn lots and lots of money, and absolutely not let her master down.

At this time, Su Ruo didn't know that Li Zhaodi would, relying on the few hundred yuan she invested, build a business empire.

Moreover, she didn't know that even if Li Zhaodi later became a revered business tycoon, for decades afterward she would still follow behind her, calling her 'Master, Master.'

Nor would she know that, thanks to her influence, Li Zhaodi and An'an—one in business, the other in scientific research—would support each other and contribute greatly to the rise of the motherland.

Let those great powers never again dare to offend China!

Let us never again have no voice at international conferences.

A weak nation has no diplomacy; truth lies only within missile range—those who offend China, no matter how far, will be punished!