119: Chapter 220 Tang Guo's Choice and Unplanned Pregnancy

The splendor and clamor of the celebration faded like a receding tide before dawn, leaving behind only the mess of dishes and a lingering, suffocating scent of perfume, alcohol, and exhaustion in the air.

The villa returned to silence, so quiet one could hear the echo of one's own heartbeat.

Yin Tianxue hadn't slept all night.

She lay on the large, soft bed in the master bedroom, her body rigid, eyes fixed on the blurred shadows on the ceiling.

Her mind kept replaying that glimpse from the stage last night—the glaring word "Nian" on the phone screen and that ambiguous, nauseating "Thinking of you."

Yu Bo's concerned face, his gentle kiss, his composed explanation, all clashed violently in her mind with that cold line of text.

Trust was like a carefully built sandcastle, struck hard by a sudden wave.

Although it didn't collapse immediately, the Foundation had loosened, leaving behind wet, suspicious traces.

She told herself to trust Yu Bo; he had given so much for "Yin Angel," and the way he looked at her was so sincere...

Yet, a tiny voice deep inside asked: Was it really sent by mistake?

Who is "Nian"? Is it her?

She turned on her side, watching the sleeping Yu Bo.

The dawn light outlined his handsome, deep contours; his brows were slightly furrowed in his sleep, as if he, too, carried burdens.

He looked so harmless, even fragile after the exhaustion.

Yin Tianxue's heart softened again.

Perhaps she was just being too sensitive? Too much stress lately, and she misread it?

Just then, Yu Bo's phone on the nightstand vibrated ever so slightly.

The screen lit up—the lock screen showed a new message notification, but the content was invisible.

Yin Tianxue's heart skipped a beat.

Driven by some impulse, she reached out, her fingertips almost touching the cold screen.

But in the end, she pulled back and buried her face deep into the pillow.

Snooping on his phone? No, that wasn't something she would do.

Once trust begins to be tested by suspicion, there is no going back.

She chose to... trust him one more time.

Maybe it was an urgent work matter.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep, but her thoughts were a tangled mess.

Meanwhile, in the guest room at the other end of the villa, Tang Guo also lay with her eyes open, feeling no sleepiness.

A familiar, subtle sensation of heaviness deep in her body, along with a hint of faint nausea, emerged.

This feeling had come and gone over the past few days; she had initially thought it was due to her approaching period or stress, so she hadn't paid much attention.

But waking up this morning, the nausea was particularly noticeable, and the strangeness in her lower abdomen sent a wave of ominous foreboding through her.

Her period, it seemed... was late.

A terrifying thought, like a cold viper, suddenly darted into her mind, causing her blood to nearly freeze.

Impossible... they had always taken precautions.

Although there were times when passion took over and they were a bit careless, but... how could it be?

She sat up abruptly, her fingers trembling uncontrollably as she lit up her phone screen.

She didn't dare use her usual shopping apps, instead opening a private browser.

With stiff fingers, she typed in keywords and found a local online pharmacy that offered anonymous testing.

She didn't even dare to look closely at the brands or instructions for the pregnancy tests; she just instinctively chose the one with the fastest delivery and most discreet packaging, ordering it to an infrequently used virtual address under an alias, her fingertips icy as she paid.

After doing all this, she slumped on the bed, covered in cold sweat.

Her heart was beating so fast and erratically, as if it were about to burst from her throat.

She bit her lower lip hard to keep from making any sound.

If... what if she really was pregnant?

What would Yu Bo think?

Would Yin Tianxue know?

Could she keep this child?

Countless questions flooded her like a tide, and fear nearly swallowed her whole.

Don't know how much time passed, but the sky outside was bright.

She heard a slight noise from the master bedroom direction; it was Yu Bo getting up.

Soon, his steady footsteps passed the guest room door and went downstairs.

Tang Guo sprang up like a startled rabbit, quickly washing up and changing into conservative loungewear, trying her best to look "normal."

She couldn't stay in the house; she needed space, she needed to calm down.

At breakfast, Yin Tianxue also came downstairs.

Her complexion was a bit pale, with faint dark circles under her eyes, but she still gave Tang Guo a gentle smile: "Guoguo, morning. You were exhausted last night, weren't you? You should have slept a bit longer."

"I'm fine, Tianxue, I'm used to getting up early."

Tang Guo forced a smile, not daring to look into her eyes, and lowered her head to sip her milk, tasting nothing.

She could feel that Yin Tianxue also seemed a bit distracted, and the atmosphere between them was filled with an indescribable subtlety and silence.

Yu Bo sat at the head of the table, his expression as usual, eating while dealing with emails on his tablet.

He occasionally spoke to Yin Tianxue about the media feedback following the hospital groundbreaking, his tone calm and logical.

It was as if the little episode last night had never happened, as if everything was still running on a perfect track.

Only Tang Guo knew that beneath the calm surface of the sea, the reefs were already faintly emerging.

"I have plans to go shopping with a friend this morning, and I might go to the Foundation in the afternoon to handle some follow-up matters."

Tang Guo put down her cup, speaking in as relaxed a tone as she could.

"Okay, go ahead and relax. You've worked hard during this time."

Yin Tianxue nodded, her eyes filled with sincere gratitude.

Yu Bo looked up at Tang Guo.

His gaze was calm and ripple-free, merely nodding imperceptibly to acknowledge it.

Tang Guo fled the villa as if escaping.

She didn't go shopping, nor did she go to the Foundation.

She went to a large supermarket in the city center and retrieved the anonymous package from a self-service locker—an inconspicuous black plastic bag containing two pregnancy tests from different brands and a simple, unsigned instruction sheet.

Holding that light but heavy-as-a-thousand-pounds bag, she acted like a thief, finding the public restroom in a nearby star-rated hotel and ducking into the innermost stall.

Locking the door, she opened the packaging, her fingers shaking so hard she could barely hold the small plastic stick.

The few minutes waiting for the result felt as long as a century.

She leaned against the cold partition, closing her eyes.

What flashed through her mind was Yu Bo's face.

His gentleness when comforting sick children at the hospital, his dominance when kissing her in the car, his lazy caresses after their intense intimacy in the master bedroom in the early morning... and his unreserved doting and support for Yin Tianxue.

If there was a child, what would his reaction be?

Joy? Shock? Or... disgust and trouble?

"Tick." A faint prompt sound.

Tang Guo opened her eyes abruptly, picking up the pregnancy test with trembling hands.

In the white display window, clearly and unmistakably, were two glaring red lines.

"Buzz—" Her mind went blank instantly.

The world seemed to lose all color and sound in an instant, leaving only those two red lines, like a seal of judgment, stamped onto her chaotic life.

Really... she was.

Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the floor, hurriedly steadying herself against the wall.

The cold touch of the tiles made her slightly more sober.

After the massive fear, a strange, almost twisted ecstasy quietly sprouted.

This was her and Yu Bo's child!

It was proof of their intimate relationship!

It was the most powerful "evidence" of her exclusive possession of him!

But the next second, a deeper fear drowned her.

What about Yin Tianxue?

Would Yu Bo admit it?

Could this child see the light of day?

How would she be dealt with?

Would Yu Bo force her to abort?

No, she couldn't panic.

She had to tell Yu Bo.

He was the child's father; he had the right to know, and the decision had to be made by him.

She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

She carefully wrapped up the used pregnancy test and packaging, threw it deep into the trash can, and covered it with other trash.

She walked to the sink, looked at her pale-as-a-ghost, panicked face in the mirror, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on her face fiercely.

Then, she took out her makeup bag and carefully touched up her makeup to cover the panic and haggardness under her eyes.

She had to see Yu Bo immediately.

Walking out of the hotel, the sunlight was blinding.

Tang Guo took out her phone, found Yu Bo's private number, and edited a message.

Her finger hovered over the send button for a long time.

Eventually, she deleted the long-winded, emotional text and left only the calmest and most core sentence:

"Husband, I'm pregnant. I tested it, two lines. What should I do?"

Click, send.

The message was like a stone sinking into the ocean.

There was no immediate reply.

Every second of waiting was like being sliced by a thousand knives.

Tang Guo walked aimlessly on the street; the sun shone on her, but she felt no warmth, only bone-chilling cold.

She didn't know how Yu Bo would react when he saw the message, didn't know what she was about to face.

Don't know how much time passed, but the phone finally vibrated.

It was Yu Bo's reply, only a short line of text, without any punctuation, as cold as ice:

"Are you sure? Which hospital did you check at? Tomorrow morning at ten, back door of the Central Hospital. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up. Go get confirmation. Absolute confidentiality. Wait for my arrangements."

There was no question, no shock, no joy, not even a word of comfort.

Only a calm, almost cold arrangement and command.

"Confidentiality," "Wait for my arrangements"—these two words were like heavy hammers, shattering the unrealistic fantasies in her heart.

He didn't want this child.

At least, not now.

He didn't even ask a single word about her feelings or her physical condition.

Tears welled up without warning, only to be held back by her.

She couldn't cry, she couldn't panic.

She had to listen to him.

Because other than him, she had no one to rely on.

She replied with trembling fingers: "Okay. Husband, I'll wait for you."

Sent successfully.

She leaned against the plane tree by the roadside, slowly sliding down to the cold ground, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders shaking violently and silently.