He wanted to tell Wen Yan, but felt it wasn't appropriate; he wanted to pretend he didn't know, but his conscience wouldn't let him.
...
Nan Yuncai went home, to the big flat in the second ring district. Everything about the décor screamed just one thing: money.
He came from an ordinary family, had an average job, but married a rich girl; now he never had to worry about daily life, and what was more enviable, everyone thought they were a loving couple—a perfect story.
When he got home, their housekeeper had dinner ready. His wife was resting in bed, said she had no appetite; whatever she ate today, she threw up, and had vomited several times.
Nan Yuncai went into the bedroom, looked at his wife lying in bed, and asked,
"Are you sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
His wife turned over, stretched her arms out, and hugged Nan Yuncai, her mood a bit down.
"I thought I might be pregnant, but I took a test and it turns out I'm not. Got excited for nothing."
