Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1882: Chapter 1882: My Stomach Feels Uncomfortable

Qi Ruigang chuckled and continued drying her coat.

…

The rain kept pouring.

It had been raining for a long while and showed no sign of stopping.

The firewood they had for warmth was almost used up.

Qi Ruigang stuffed her coat back to her, got up, and walked to the wooden bed, lifting his foot and giving it a hard kick, dismantling it in a few blows.

Mo Lan: “…”

This person is really violent.

Qi Ruigang took a few planks, split them, and threw them into the fire.

“These planks should last us until the evening,” he said.

“If it weren’t for you, I would probably already be back, not stuck in this godforsaken place.” Mo Lan murmured a small complaint.

Qi Ruigang sat down and smiled, “Don’t you think being trapped in this place is an experience in life?”

“…I don’t think so.”

“I actually hope this rain lasts a bit longer.”

Mo Lan glared at him, “I hope it stops right away.”

She wanted to leave here as soon as possible. It wasn’t that she resented the place, but she didn’t want to be alone with him.

Qi Ruigang glanced outside, saying, “It’ll probably rain for a few more hours.”

So unlucky, they actually had to stay here for hours.

Mo Lan gazed down, brooding over the fire when suddenly, her stomach hurt a little.

She looked slightly startled; she was familiar with this kind of pain, and sure enough, after a while, she felt something was wrong below.

What to do, she got her period!

There was nothing here, and she couldn’t go back now…

Mo Lan was incredibly anxious; why was she so unlucky?

“What’s wrong with you?” Noticing something off, Qi Ruigang frowned and asked in a low voice.

Mo Lan ignored him and rummaged through her coat, pulling out a pack of tissues.

She asked Qi Ruigang, “Do you have any more tissues?”

Qi Ruigang shook his head, “I have a handkerchief.”

“A handkerchief will do!” At this time, even a piece of cloth would work.

Qi Ruigang took out the handkerchief for her; it was a high-quality men’s handkerchief, and the brand was well-known. Mo Lan knew that such a handkerchief cost hundreds of dollars apiece.

Even though using a handkerchief as a sanitary pad was quite wasteful, now was not the time to be picky.

She looked outside and asked Qi Ruigang, “Can you stand at the door and not turn around?”

Qi Ruigang frowned, “What’s wrong with you?!”

“My stomach feels uncomfortable, it hurts a bit.” Mo Lan said tactfully.

Qi Ruigang’s face changed, “Is it serious? Wait, I’ll call someone to come get us right away!”

“No need, I can endure…”

Qi Ruigang immediately roared, “You can endure it, after all, you don’t care about this child! You can’t wait for it to miscarriage, right? I’m telling you, if anything happens to this child, I won’t let you go!”

Mo Lan’s face turned stiff, “I just got my period, I’m not pregnant…”

Qi Ruigang looked shocked; he stared at her, asking incredulously, “What did you say?”

“I never said I was pregnant, I’m not pregnant.”

“But you vomited that day…”

“I was too worried about Yufei’s safety at the time, so I had no appetite.”

“You also vomited a few days ago on the road while eating!”

Mo Lan recalled and suddenly realized, “That thing had a durian flavor; you know I can’t stomach that taste.”

Qi Ruigang pressed his thin lips together tightly, with no expression on his face.

Mo Lan felt a little guilty being stared at by his cold, dark eyes, “It was you who assumed I was pregnant; I told you I wasn’t, but you didn’t believe me.”