Chapter 8: I Must Find Out the Truth

No, he had to find out the truth. Chen Yu put away his phone and hurried toward the Chen Group.

At the entrance of the Chen Group, Chen Yu stared blankly at his company from his past life; everything was just as it had been.

But compared to a year ago, there had been slight changes here, and the security guards at the entrance as well as the company receptionist had all been replaced.

He hesitated again and again, then gathered his courage and walked to the front desk, trying hard to keep his tone flat: "Hello, I'm looking for Li Qingwan."

"You're looking for our President Li? President Li went abroad for a trip with Vice President Zhou Lin half a year ago." The receptionist looked at Chen Yu strangely.

"They went abroad?" A buzzing sound rang in Chen Yu's head. Li Qingwan, had she been deceived by Zhou Lin in the end?

"Yes, they went abroad for an inspection and to prepare for the company's public listing," the receptionist said.

"Then, what about her child?" Chen Yu asked nervously.

"Our President Li doesn't have any children," the receptionist said. "Is there something you need? We aren't sure when President Li will be back. If it's about business, I can register it for you."

"No, no need, thank you." Chen Yu felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He turned around and stumbled away.

Li Qingwan, in the end, had not given birth to her child.

Heh, that's right. In his past life, he had died, and his relatives had all passed away early; what woman would be foolish enough to continue the family line for his Chen Family?

Thinking of the time he had spent with Li Qingwan in his past life, Chen Yu's tears could not stop falling. When people leave, the tea goes cold; it was nothing more than this.

A gust of wind blew, and Chen Yu sobered up.

"I haven't seen Qingwan yet, and I don't know the specific situation. It won't be too late to draw conclusions after she returns to the country. For now, taking good care of Ye Xinyu will be my way of thanking the owner of this body for giving me a chance to be reborn."

Chen Yu looked up: "Since Heaven has given me a chance to start over, I cannot let this opportunity go to waste."

"Zhou Lin, just you wait. The grudge of framing me for execution, I will definitely repay it tenfold."

With his goal determined, Chen Yu's mood brightened considerably. Just at this moment, his phone rang; the caller ID was "Landlord."

Chen Yu was startled, then answered the phone cautiously. He owed the person several months' rent, so he had to keep a low profile.

"Chen, if you don't get back here and pay the rent, I'm throwing all your stuff out!" The landlord's hysterical roar came through the receiver.

"Sister Liu, I'm coming back right now. I'll pay the rent I owe you immediately, please don't throw my things away." Chen Yu hurried home.

"Chen, are you planning to drag out the rent until your child is born? Let me tell you, I'm not running a charity. If you can afford to live here, stay; if you can't, get out."

As soon as he arrived home, a deafening barrage of abuse rushed into Chen Yu's ears. A middle-aged woman with her hands on her hips stood at the door of Chen Yu's home; she was the landlord, Liu Hong.

"Sister Liu, I'm really sorry. I'll transfer the money to you right now." Chen Yu apologized with a smile; he had owed rent for several months, and he was indeed embarrassed.

"Transfer what? Do you even have money? Pack your things and get out right now. If you haven't packed in an hour, I'll find people to throw your things out!" Liu Hong yelled fiercely.

"Sister Liu, I have money now. I'll transfer it to you right away," Chen Yu said.

"You have money? Then why haven't you transferred it to me yet?" Liu Hong scolded. "You people are all spineless; even when you have money in your hands, you drag it out. Do you think I'm running a charity?"

"Sorry, I'm truly sorry, I've caused you trouble." Chen Yu said as he transferred the money. "It's just that Xinyu hasn't been feeling well, so I took her to the hospital to rest for a few days."

"You have money for the hospital, but no money for rent?" Liu Hong sneered. "And Chen Yu, a good-for-nothing like you, why are you having a child?"

"Playing cards and drinking every day—you have the ability to conceive but no ability to raise it. You might as well have had an abortion early on; it's going to starve to death after it's born anyway," Liu Hong sneered.

"Liu Hong, watch your mouth." Chen Yu was furious.

"Did I say something wrong? Do you have the money to raise it? What are you going to use to raise it?" Liu Hong rolled up her sleeves, looking like she was ready for a big fight.

"You..." Chen Yu said, unable to hold back any longer: "Whether I have the money to raise it is my business. As for you, you're over forty and I've never seen your belly grow. You won't be able to enjoy the blessing of having children and grandchildren in this lifetime."

"Chen Yu, say that one more time if you dare?" Chen Yu's words struck a sore spot for Liu Hong. It was true; she was not young anymore, but she had never had children, and she was very distressed about it.

"Am I wrong?" Chen Yu sneered. "You haven't taken fewer medicines, and you haven't seen fewer doctors, right? Unfortunately, this condition of cold uterus is something most people can't cure."

"What did you say? You know the reason for my infertility?" Liu Hong was shocked, but then she sneered: "You're just a hoodlum, when did you learn Medicine?"

"Are your hands and feet cold in autumn and winter, are you short of breath and weak, do you often suffer from insomnia and vivid dreams, and is your period light and slow to clear?" Chen Yu asked.

"You, how do you know?" Liu Hong's expression changed.

"This is a condition of cold uterus caused by dual deficiency of the kidneys and spleen, and liver stagnation with blood stasis. Your blood and Qi have congealed due to the cold, which is why it has led to infertility," Chen Yu said calmly.

"Chen Yu, do you understand Medicine?" Liu Hong was shocked. An old Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor had told her about the symptoms Chen Yu mentioned—they were almost identical—but that old doctor had no good solution.

"I did graduate from a medical college, after all. Your illness is not difficult to treat," Chen Yu said.

"How do I treat it?" Liu Hong asked anxiously.

"Why should I tell you?" Chen Yu said coldly. "Your mouth is filthy, always cursing people's whole families. Liu Hong, don't you know that disaster comes from the mouth?"

"I'm sorry Chen Yu, I didn't mean it. If you have a way, please help me. My life really hasn't been easy." Liu Hong's eyes turned red as she said this.

Having never been pregnant by the age of forty, even though her husband didn't say anything, there was ultimately a rift between them. Moreover, being childless in middle age, both her in-laws and her own family looked down on her; she was indeed suffering.

"Alright, stop crying. Considering that you didn't kick us out even though I was months behind on rent, I'll help you once," Chen Yu sighed.

Although Liu Hong had a vicious tongue, she hadn't done anything truly wicked. He took out paper and a pen and wrote down a prescription.

"This is?" Liu Hong took the prescription.

"This is a good prescription for warming the uterus. Use six types of Traditional Chinese Medicine including Danshen and Motherwort, decoct and take them. Take it for half a month to warm the uterus and dispel cold; it specifically treats infertility due to cold uterus," Chen Yu said. "If you aren't pregnant in two months, come find me. You can hit me or scold me, whatever you like."

"Really? Thank you so much, Chen Yu. My mouth is vicious, but I have no ill intent. Please don't take it to heart." Liu Hong was overjoyed. Since Chen Yu could accurately state her symptoms, she didn't doubt the authenticity of the medicine at all, and she put it away as if it were a precious treasure.

"Avoid raw, cold, and cooling foods. Eat more jujubes, ginger, and longan; these can dispel cold and warm the body, which is good for your health," Chen Yu instructed.

"Okay, okay, I'll remember that. Thank you, Chen Yu." Liu Hong noted it down earnestly and left, showering him with thanks.

Chen Yu returned to the hospital; it was already late, and Ye Xinyu was still fast asleep.

The cold, clear outline of Ye Xinyu in her sleep revealed a hint of ethereal beauty. Her slightly messy hair and her fair, white profile made Chen Yu stare blankly for a moment.

He had wanted to lie on the other side, but he felt it was inappropriate; after all, another person was living inside his body.

"Husband, are you back?" Just then, Ye Xinyu woke up. She sat up and said: "It's so late, aren't you going to sleep?"

"I, I'll sleep on the other bed." Chen Yu pointed to the companion bed in the room.

"That bed is too small, sleep here," Ye Xinyu said.

"No, better not." Chen Yu turned his head, his mouth feeling a bit dry as he spoke.

Ye Xinyu was wearing a silk nightgown, her skin visible through the fabric, which made it hard for him to keep his composure.

"Hubby..." Ye Xinyu suddenly wrapped her arms around him, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "I know you've been holding back with great difficulty, but I'm carrying our baby now, so we can't be reckless, though there are still other ways we can do it."