Chapter 137: A-Min Is Pregnant

Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the bedroom. Xiang Fei leaned against the headboard, holding a fax from the hospital, his knuckles slightly pale.

"A-Fei, what's wrong?" Zhou Huimin rubbed her eyes and poked her head out from under the covers, her voice still thick with sleep.

Xiang Fei turned his head, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting, and suddenly burst out laughing: "A-Min, the hospital confirmed it—you're pregnant!"

"What?!" Zhou Huimin sat up abruptly, not even minding as the strap of her silk nightgown slipped, "Really?"

"Absolutely certain," Xiang Fei handed her the fax, "the examination report from Harmony Hospital. Six weeks pregnant."

Zhou Huimin's fingers trembled slightly as her gaze swept back and forth over the paper. Suddenly, she covered her mouth, her eyes instantly turning red. Xiang Fei pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head heavily: "We're going to be parents!"

Half an hour later, in the living room, Xiang Fei paced back and forth while holding his phone. The moment the call connected, he said eagerly: "Dad! A-Min is pregnant!"

On the other end of the line, Dong Yan paused for two seconds, then erupted into a hearty laugh: "Great! That's wonderful! I'll tell your grandfather right away!"

"Wait, Dad," Xiang Fei said hurriedly, "don't tell anyone else yet. I want to break the good news to Uncle and the others personally."

"Fine, fine, fine," Dong Yan laughed so hard he couldn't close his mouth, "Your grandfather is surely going to be overjoyed. He's been talking about a great-grandson for years."

Just as he hung up, Xiang Fei dialed another number in Xiangjiang. The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and Xiang Qiang's sleepy voice came through: "Hello?"

"Uncle Qiang!" Xiang Fei's voice was loud and clear, "A-Min is expecting!"

"Expecting what..." Xiang Qiang repeated groggily, then suddenly jolted awake, "Wait, are you saying A-Min is pregnant?"

"Yes! Just confirmed!"

A rustling sound came from the other end of the line, followed by the exclamation of Xiang Tai Chen Lan: "Is that true?" Then she snatched the phone: "A-Fei, how many months? When is the due date? Oh dear, I must hurry and prepare baby supplies..."

Xiang Fei could only laugh helplessly: "Auntie, it's only six weeks. It's still early."

"Not early, not early," Xiang Tai spoke at lightning speed, "I must report the good news to your grandfather. He has been longing for this day for so long!"

Xiang Butong was practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard when the butler rushed over: "Master, Young Master Fei called. He says Young Madam Fei is with child!"

The old master's movement paused, and the Tai Chi fan in his hand dropped to the ground with a "clap": "Truly?"

"Absolutely certain!" the butler beamed, "The news just came from Young Master Qiang's side."

Xiang Butong threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice booming like a great bell: "Excellent! My Xiang family now has four generations under one roof!" He turned and walked into the house, "Quick, find my purple clay tea set. I must personally prepare a gift for my great-grandson!"

Meanwhile, Xiang Sheng was in a meeting at the company. After receiving a call from Zhang Min, he immediately announced the meeting was over and drove straight to the old residence. Two young nephews, Xiang Xiang and Xiang You, were chasing and playing in the garden. Upon hearing the news, they said in unison: "We're going to have an uncle?"

Xiang Fei had just finished a meeting when his phone started ringing nonstop.

"A-Fei," the voice of his adoptive father Wu Qi came through the receiver, "Your mother insists on flying to Jingcheng tomorrow to take care of A-Min. I can't stop her."

"Dad, it's really not necessary..."

"What's not necessary!" his adoptive mother Dong Xiaolan snatched the phone, "The first three months of pregnancy are the most critical. I must go and supervise her eating and sleeping. By the way, the east wing room at the old residence must be converted into a nursery..."

Xiang Fei held his forehead and smiled bitterly. Looking up, he saw Zhou Huimin standing at the door, winking at him. He quickly hung up the phone, walked over, and put his arm around her waist: "How are you? Tired?"

"It's only been a month. How could I be so delicate?" Zhou Huimin shook her head with a smile. "As for you, you've been answering phones nonstop, haven't you?"

"That's right," Xiang Fei sighed dramatically, "Grandfather has even started thinking of names for the great-grandson. He said if it's a boy, call him Xiang Yu; if it's a girl, call her Xiang Qing."

Zhou Huimin chuckled: "That's too old-fashioned, isn't it?"

"Who can argue with that?" Xiang Fei kissed her forehead. "But the old man is happy, so let him be."

Outside the window, the sunset over Jingcheng dyed the clouds gold and red. Xiang Fei suddenly remembered something, took out his phone, and sent a text message to his family in Xiangjiang: "The wedding is set for next month. You all must come."

Xiang Fei handed his phone to Zhou Huimin to see. They looked at each other and smiled. In that moment, the evening breeze of Jingcheng and the sea breeze of Xiangjiang seemed to traverse a thousand miles, gently intertwining.