Chapter 20: Young Lord, you are pregnant! Just an embryo, a month and a half…

“Congratulations Young Lord, you are pregnant!”

Boom—

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky outside, followed by a muffled thunder, and the drizzling rain finally began to fall. The room had not yet been lit with candles, and it was dark and gloomy, just like Meng Huan’s current mood.

He was too shocked to speak. On the contrary, Wen Zhaoyin’s expression changed very quickly. She had already involuntarily started smiling, holding Meng Huan’s hand and asking the physician, “Is it true?”

“This old woman has been practicing medicine for several decades and has never made a mistake in this regard. The Young Lord’s pregnancy is about a month and a half along, there is no mistake.”

Wen Zhaoyin looked at Meng Huan with joy in her eyes, then hurriedly turned her head to thank the physician for the congratulations, repeatedly saying, “Good! Good! Good!”

Carefully calculating the time, it was just right. From the first time Meng Huan had been with her until now, it had been just over a month and a half.

“Huan Huan, this is a great joy!”

In contrast to her happiness, Meng Huan felt as if he had fallen into an icy chasm. His hands and feet instantly turned cold. He, he was really pregnant?

He dazedly raised his hand to touch his stomach, which was still flat and had not changed at all. Yet others said there was an embryo inside absorbing his nutrients.

“Abort it.”

“I don’t want the child. Give me medicine to abort it now.” He stared at the physician and said word by word.

Pregnancy was such a terrifying thing. A small being would live in his belly for ten months. During this time, it would not only absorb his nutrients but also cause various adverse reactions.

Moreover, he was a man. How could he be pregnant? It was ridiculous.

“Wen Zhaoyin, I want to abort this child. Quickly have the physician prescribe the medicine.” Seeing the physician not speaking and only looking at her, he had no choice but to turn around and urge her.

It was just a child. If she wanted one, anyone could give birth for her. In any case, he absolutely would not give birth to the child. He wouldn’t even let her touch him in the future without protection.

Wen Zhaoyin took a deep breath, no longer as happy as before. She frowned deeply, not understanding why he had been fine the past few days but had become like this today.

“Huan Huan, why?”

“What do you mean why? I just don’t want it. I’m just a man in the Wen family without name or status. The child born would also be a useless illegitimate child. It’s better to abort it.”

He tried to use the logic of the female-dominant world to persuade Wen Zhaoyin, wanting to express that it was fine not to give birth to a worthless child. But his thinking was wrong to begin with, and what he said was completely off the mark, making her misunderstand.

Wen Zhaoyin took his hand again and said, “I will formally make you my concubine right now. This way you will have name and status. I’m sorry, it was my previous hesitation that made you have misgivings about your status.”

“Huan Huan, if you are angry, just tell me directly. Don’t joke about the child. She will be sad hearing it in the father’s womb.”

She had experience with men having mood swings after getting pregnant and felt it could be completely resolved. Just coaxing him a bit would do.

Just as she was about to call the servants outside to attend to him, Wen Zhaoyin’s hand was shaken off again.

Meng Huan impatiently repeated, “What does it have to do with status? I’m not angry either. If you think I’m angry and want to appease me, then give me the medicine.”

It was just an embryo in the belly, a month and a half old. Could it be bigger than half a fist? Did it have thoughts? Yet she was telling him the child would be sad. What did he care?

He realized that whether modern women or women in a female-dominant world, they were really gifted when it came to wild imagination.

“Meng Huan.”

Wen Zhaoyin no longer tried to hold his hand. She tidied her sleeves and stood by the bed, looking down at him. “You were frightened today and kept talking nonsense. In the near future, don’t leave the Bamboo Courtyard. We can discuss other matters after you come to your senses.”

She was angered by his insistence on aborting the child and his unresponsive attitude. But it wasn’t a good time to punish him, so she only ordered him to be confined.

The joy from earlier had been completely drained. Now she was only filled with anger, not understanding why he wanted to abort her child.

She left with the physician, very decisively, without even looking back.

Not long after she left, Wen Xi came stumbling in from outside, obviously not clear about the current situation. He anxiously said what he had seen and heard.

“Young Lord, this is bad! The family head, for some reason, has again forbidden you from leaving the Bamboo Courtyard and dispatched twice as many guards as last time to watch the door. What exactly did you do to anger the family head?”

Meng Huan lifted the covers and got out of bed, walking barefoot to the bedside to look out. He found that there were indeed people guarding the door.

He casually fiddled with the chess pieces on the short table and turned to say, “I just said I wanted to abort a child and she angrily left.”

Wen Xi obviously didn’t have enough imagination and didn’t react. “Abort, abort a child? You hit the young mistress?”

The family head had always doted on the young mistress. If the Young Lord had really hit her, then it was no wonder the family head was angry. But he had always been by the Young Lord’s side and hadn’t seen him raise a hand.

Meng Huan felt that standing on the ground for too long made his feet cold, so he sat cross-legged on the couch instead, looking at Wen Xi like he was looking at an idiot. “I want to abort the thing in my belly.”

After connecting the context, Wen Xi finally understood. He covered his mouth in surprise and exclaimed, “Young Lord, you are pregnant!”