The Favored Heiress-Chapter 824: Li Qiao’s Morning Sickness

Li Qiao returned to the living room after the call and saw Li Jun sitting alone in front of the window, leaning on his forehead, feigning sleep.

She leaned forward to sit down, and Li Jun lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping around, "Did Shaoyan not come?"

"Mm, he’s busy," Li Qiao ran her fingers along the edge of her phone as she spoke, changing the subject, "Has Xiao Yeyan not returned to the secretariat yet?"

Li Jun straightened up, looking suspicious, "Not yet, what has he done again?"

"Nothing." Li Qiao crossed her legs, looking at the tips of her shoes, "Is there any way to cancel Xiao Yeyan’s position at the secretariat?"

Li Jun scrutinized her expression, thinking she was worried about himself, and earnestly advised, "Qiaoqiao, you don’t need to worry about his issues, big brother has his own ways to deal with them. Although Xiao Yeyan hasn’t been in the position for long, and his last mistake wasn’t considered a serious violation of discipline, rashly cancelling his position wouldn’t be in accordance with the rules."

Li Qiao’s smile did not quite reach her eyes, "A serious violation of discipline would suffice?"

"Yes, but for civil servants with serious violations of discipline, the punishment is generally more severe; canceling the position is secondary," Li Jun finished, then added, "You listen to me; don’t worry about big brother’s problems. I can handle them on my own."

Li Qiao glanced at him, dragging out a long, drawn-out ’oh’.

Li Jun wanted to admonish her further, but seeing Zong Yue fold back, he resigned himself to silence.

...

For lunch, the family enjoyed their meal together harmoniously.

Mo Jue and Zong Yue sat to the left and the right of Li Qiao, occasionally serving her food, creating a very warm scene.

On the contrary, Li Jun and Li Yan had no room to chime in.

This lunch, Li Qiao was unusually silent.

She had hardly touched the food in her bowl, and even the nutritious soup, she only drank a small bowl.

Less than twenty minutes in, she was the first to leave the table, her voice slightly suppressed, "Mom, you guys take your time, I’m going upstairs first."

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for anyone to reply, Li Qiao hastily left the dining room, her hurried footsteps unlike her usual self.

Duan Shuyuan thought of something, put down her utensils, and stood up as well.

Noticing this, Li Jun and Li Yan looked at each other, both asking simultaneously, "What’s wrong with Qiaoqiao?"

"It’s nothing, just eat your meal."

On the third floor, in the master bedroom bathroom, Li Qiao vomited.

This was her first time experiencing morning sickness since getting pregnant.

Duan Shuyuan, holding a glass of water, rushed in just in time to hear Li Qiao’s retching, "Baby, have a sip of water."

Li Qiao’s eyes were bloodshot; she pressed the flush button, then lifted her head, her complexion pale.

"Morning sickness this early on, how will you cope later on?" Duan Shuyuan patted her back, "Have you had it before?"

Li Qiao rinsed her mouth with water, her voice very hoarse, "No."

Duan Shuyuan touched her cool cheek, and after she had washed her face, she embraced her, walking her to the bedroom, "Lie down for a while first."

Li Qiao’s bout of morning sickness came suddenly, and her stomach continued to churn even after lying down.

Duan Shuyuan soothed her, and after seeing her complexion improve slightly, she said, "Don’t go out this afternoon, just have a good sleep at home. I’ll go buy you some sour plums later to see if they can help with the vomiting."

"No need, Mom." Li Qiao weakly closed her eyes, her brow furrowed, looking very uncomfortable, "I’m fine."

Duan Shuyuan was fretting, but there wasn’t much she could do. Morning sickness varies from person to person, and with Qiaoqiao reacting so early on, the coming months would likely be tough.

Li Qiao propped her forehead on her arm, swallowing hard to suppress the rising nausea, and soon, her eyes moistened.

Duan Shuyuan felt terribly pained, and after some thought, she went out to make a phone call.

...

Less than half an hour later, Shang Yu arrived.

Li Qiao half awake, felt a chill in the air, and when she opened her eyelids, she saw a dark silhouette sitting at the head of the bed.

Shang Yu’s handsome face was tight, his trench coat tossed at the foot of the bed, he leaned down and his fingertips gently stroked her brow, "Awake?"

Li Qiao propped herself up and sighed softly, "Did Mom tell you?"

The man shifted sideways to let her lean into his embrace, his palm gently kneading her stomach, "How do you feel?"

"I don’t feel it anymore." Li Qiao shrugged her shoulders and glanced up at him, "Did you come from the company?"

Shang Yu’s features remained tense, his gaze lowered to wipe her pale lips, "To the hospital, huh?"

Li Qiao wiped her face, "There’s no need, morning sickness is not a terminal illness..."

Which pregnant woman goes to the hospital for morning sickness?

The man’s eyes darkened with concern; just thinking about Li Qiao’s morning sickness brought a surge of uncontrollable anger in his chest.

His gaze fell on her belly, and his thin lips pursed whitely, "Go home or sleep a bit more?"

Li Qiao kicked her legs, sat up from his embrace, and stretched, "Let’s go home."

Morning sickness came quickly and left just as fast; now she felt lively again.

However, Shang Yu was much more anxious than she was, picking up the coat to drape over her, watching her nimbly swing out of bed with furrowed brows.

Li Qiao opened the door at an unhurried pace, and upon lifting her head, she stopped in her tracks.

Outside the hallway, five people stood in a row, each with a serious face looking at her.

No wonder the Li family members had such a big reaction.

It was mainly because Shang Yu had appeared full of murderous aura, and his silent demeanor was particularly frightening.

Zong Yue stepped forward with worry on his face, "Qiaoqiao, are you okay?"

Li Qiao tugged at her mouth, "No, just a bad stomach."

Mo Jue opened his mouth to speak but then stopped, catching sight of Shang Yu’s stern expression, he dared not ask more and silently handed Li Qiao some digestive tablets.

Upon learning they were leaving, Duan Shuyuan took Li Qiao by the shoulders to see them out.

Along the way, she whispered something into her ear and finally advised, "He said for you to visit when you have time, but not today; take care of your health."

Li Qiao’s gaze turned sharp, "Hmm, got it."

After they left, Duan Shuyuan and the others sat in the living room, drinking tea to calm their nerves with lingering fear.

Li Jun’s expression was slightly solemn, remembering Shang Shaoyan’s demeanor and feeling a hint of unease, "Mom, what’s really wrong with Qiaoqiao?"

If it was just a bad stomach, Shang Shaoyan seemed too anxious.

Li Jun couldn’t help recalling the rumors about him from the South Sea - violent, cruel, ruthless; with all these traits combined, if he couldn’t control himself, he might unintentionally hurt Qiaoqiao.

At that moment, Duan Shuyuan was leisurely drinking her tea, waving her hand with a smile, "What else could it be, just a bad stomach. Don’t worry about nothing; with Shaoyan around, our Qiaoqiao won’t have any trouble."

Li Yan looked around, also feeling doubtful, thinking if a bad stomach could cause such panic, what would pregnancy do, treat her as a deity?

...

In the car, Li Qiao sat comfortably with her legs crossed, pondered for two seconds, then turned to look at Shang Yu.

Unexpectedly, the man wasn’t looking at her, but had his eyes closed, leaning against the backrest, his brow and eyes conveying a distant, indifferently cold aura.

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, "What’s wrong with you?"

Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his thin lips tightening then relaxing, hesitating several times.

Li Qiao’s eyelid twitched, her palm covering his hand as she spoke in a soft voice, "I want to eat sour plums."

Shang Yu turned his hand over to grasp her fingers, and after a long while, he responded in a hoarse voice, "Okay, let’s go buy some."

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