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Chapter 369: The Knot in He Daqing's Heart
After He Daqing left, Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu and felt that Qin Huairu had become even more beautiful.
I suddenly remembered what He Daqing had mentioned: that she was one month pregnant.
At this moment, Sha Zhu was suddenly startled and looked at Qin Huairu.
Qin Huairu was startled by Sha Zhu's action and said, "Sha Zhu, what are you doing?"
Sha Zhu then realized he had been a bit rash and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you."
Qin Huairu looked at Sha Zhu warily and said, "What do you want to ask?"
Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu and said, "You're one month pregnant. Didn't our affair happen a month ago?"
Upon hearing Sha Zhu's question, Qin Huairu was shocked and angrily replied, "Sha Zhu, what nonsense are you spouting? The child in my belly is from the Qing Dynasty, it can't be yours. Don't you know what kind of person you are?"
Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu and said, "I know my own situation, but... but the doctor said I also have a one in ten thousand chance."
Hearing Sha Zhu say this, Qin Huairu quickly shook her head and said, "You said it yourself, you only have a one in ten thousand chance, it can't be yours."
Their conversation was overheard by He Daqing, who had just returned to get his tools.
He Daqing was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and could not believe the conversation between Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu.
Only then did He Daqing remember the foolish thing that Sha Zhu had done before, which was why he had given the house to Qin Huairu.
Looking back now, he really couldn't be sure whose child Qin Huairu was carrying.
At this moment, He Daqing paused, then suddenly kicked a brick outside.
Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu, who were inside the house, were startled.
At this moment, He Daqing pretended that nothing had happened, pushed open the door and said, "What are you two doing in the room?"
At this moment, Sha Zhu was startled and asked nervously, "Dad, when did you get here? Why are you back?"
Hearing Sha Zhu ask this question, Qin Huairu looked at He Daqing in shock.
He Daqing pretended to be angry and said, "What? I'm back already? I just got back. I just forgot my tools."
As he spoke, he picked up the tools that had been prepared in the corner.
The two men were relieved to see that He Daqing had indeed forgotten to bring his tools.
But they didn't know that their conversation had planted a seed of doubt in He Daqing's heart.
He Daqing left home and went to the host family's house where the wedding banquet was being held, but he was absent-minded throughout the entire event.
If it weren't for his solid culinary skills and extensive experience, he would have almost ruined today's wedding banquet.
After finally finishing the banquet, He Daqing walked out in a daze.
As he walked, he suddenly remembered that there was a rather famous "fortune teller" in this area. At that moment, his mind was in turmoil, and he didn't care about superstition or anything like that. He turned around and rushed to the fortune teller's house.
Soon, he knocked on the fortune teller's door.
The fortune teller opened the door, saw a stranger, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you looking for?"
He Daqing stared at him, his tone heavy: "I want to have my fortune told."
Upon hearing this, the fortune teller immediately tried to close the door: "No, no, this is all feudal superstition, it's unacceptable."
He Daqing quickly stopped him: "No, no, I'll pay! Just name your price, I won't haggle!"
The fortune teller hesitated for a moment, looked around warily, and seeing that no one was following him, closed the door again and pulled He Daqing into the house.
"What do you want to calculate?"
He Daqing took a deep breath: "I want to know how many sons I have in my life."
The fortune teller asked him to write down his birth date and time, then looked at his palm and muttered to himself for a long time.
Seeing his anxious state, the fortune teller assumed he was childless and longed for a son, and slowly began, "It all comes down to fate..."
He Daqing understood the rules and immediately slapped ten yuan on the table.
The fortune teller's eyes lit up, but he still pretended to be serious: "To become my disciple, I don't talk about money, I only talk about fate. You are the one with fate."
"You are destined for great wealth and honor; you will definitely have a son in this lifetime."
He Daqing was taken aback: "Master, is there really only one?"
The fortune teller calculated it again carefully and nodded: "It's true, there's only one son and one daughter, a son and a daughter, it's all destined."
These words struck He Daqing like a thunderbolt.
In his entire life, didn't he only have one son, Sha Zhu, and one daughter, He Yushui?
What about the baby in Qin Huairu's belly?
He Daqing's mind went blank for a moment.
If he is destined to have only one son and one daughter, then the child Qin Huairu is carrying is not his child.
If it's not his, then whose is it?
He dared not think further, yet the thought kept popping into his head—he had been cheated on by his own son.
He Daqing left the fortune teller's house in a daze, feeling completely adrift, and didn't even know how he got home.
When he got home, Qin Huairu saw that he was pale and dazed, so she quickly went up to him and asked with concern, "Daqing, what's wrong? Did you get tired from cooking?"
He Daqing glanced at her, and the suspicion he had just suppressed resurfaced. His face darkened. "I'm fine."
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Qin Huairu didn't dare to ask any more questions. She said softly, "Daqing, there's still a lot of meat left in the chicken soup that Zhuzi made earlier. Have some to tide you over."
It's fine if you don't mention chicken soup, but as soon as you do, He Daqing's blood boils instantly.
He abruptly flicked his sleeve: "I'm going out for a walk!"
After saying that, he walked out without looking back.
Qin Huairu stood there, completely bewildered, utterly unable to understand why he had suddenly changed like this.
She looked at the chicken soup on the table and wondered: Could there be something wrong with the chicken soup? But she had drunk it herself and was perfectly fine.
He Daqing had just arrived at the Central Courtyard when he bumped into Sha Zhu, who was returning.
Sha Zhu greeted him with a smile, "Dad!"
He Daqing ignored him completely and walked straight out of the courtyard with a dark face.
He squatted outside, smoking one cigarette after another, his brows furrowed, unable to understand what was going on.
He was the one who asked Sha Zhu to take care of Qin Huairu, but now whenever he sees Sha Zhu showing concern for Qin Huairu, he feels a tightness in his chest.
In the following days, He Daqing's attitude towards Qin Huairu changed drastically, becoming cold and distant.
Qin Huairu felt wronged and puzzled, but dared not ask any more questions.
As for He Yushui, ever since she learned that Qin Huairu was pregnant, she has been going home more and more often.
In her heart, Qin Huairu was adding to the He family line, and she sincerely hoped to have another younger brother.
That day, He Yushui left Qin Huairu's place and went straight to Zhang Lei's house.
Zhang Lei's wives had long since treated her as one of their own, and He Yushui was no longer as awkward as before.
However, she hasn't dared to tell He Daqing about her relationship with Zhang Lei yet.
When Zhang Lei saw her, he smiled and asked, "Went to see Qin Huairu again?"
He Yushui nodded: "Yes, no matter what, she's my stepmother, carrying the child of our He family."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Lei's expression instantly turned strange.
According to He Yushui's logic, wouldn't he be a generation younger than Qin Huairu?
This was something he couldn't stand on the spot.
He Yushui noticed his strange expression and asked, "Brother Zhang Lei, what's wrong?"
Zhang Lei quickly waved his hand: "It's nothing."
He pointed to the mahjong table next to him: "By the way, do you know how to play mahjong? They happen to need one more person."
Upon hearing about playing mahjong, He Yushui immediately became interested. These days, entertainment is scarce, and mahjong is a rare treat.
She picked it up after watching it only twice; the students were quick learners and picked it up very fast.