Chapter 536: You Want to Know? Beg Me, Then!

Gu Mian felt as if she was almost choking to death. She asked anxiously, “Just tell me… What’s the deal with Qianxun and the miscarriage!?”

“You want to know? Beg me, then!” Tang Zui dragged her out of the hospital.

“You… You’re childish!” After spending time with him for the past few days, Gu Mian finally realized that Tang Zui could be awfully childish sometimes.

“Yes, I’m childish. If you don’t beg me and amuse me, I won’t tell you anything… that chick had been going through some ordeals lately.” Tang Zui shoved her into his car right away.

Gu Mian was aghast. She recalled how Su Qianxun ended up in Xia Chuxi’s house one day. Su Qianxun had asked her to bring some clothes over. ‘Perhaps it’s because of the miscarriage? But she did not look like she just had a miscarriage.’

Tang Zui drove away from the hospital. Gu Mian said, “If you don’t tell me, I can ask Qianxun myself.”

“She won’t tell you.” Tang Zui was very certain.

Gu Mian was speechless.

At this moment, she must admit that Tang Zui was right about her friend. Qianxun would simply touch on it lightly. She would not go into the details of how much she had suffered.

“Why I don’t make food for you and you tell me about the miscarriage?” Gu Mian asked, testing the waters.

“What kind of food will you make me?” Tang Zui looked towards her.

“What do you want to eat?”

“I want two kinds of food!”

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Gu Mian was rather confused.

After the two of them returned to the apartment, Gu Mian made two bowls of dumpling soup. She gave Tang Zui the big bowl and had the smaller one for herself. Tang Zui quickly ate all the dumplings with a spoon. He even finished the soup.

“What’s going on with Qianxun? What about the miscarriage? Can you explain it now?” Gu Mian was genuinely concerned about Su Qianxun. Her awkward relationship with Tang Zui no longer bothered her.

“That chick was pregnant. When she had a test, she found out that the fetus was dead. Shortly after that, she had a miscarriage for some reason. She’s fine now.”

Tang Zui only told her half of what really happened. After all, if he told her everything, it would only upset and worry her. Besides, it was all in the past. There was no point in making her go through that.

Gu Mian’s face went pale. ‘The fetus died in Qianxun’s womb? How did that happen?’ Now, she remembered that the day her father had a medical emergency, Qianxun wanted Gu Mian to accompany her to do a medical checkup. Because of her father, Gu Mian had forgotten about that.

“Are you done eating?” Tang Zui asked.

“Yeah I’m done.” Gu Mian was no longer in the mood to continue eating.

Hearing that, Tang Zui immediately got up and dragged her out of her seat. He then put his arms around her and kissed her. Gu Mian’s eyes widened abruptly. She finally realized that when he said he wanted to eat two kinds of food, he referred to the dumplings and her!

Gu Mian knew that there was no way that she could fight him off, so she stopped struggling. Sensing her submission, Tang Zui became more excited. They had not had s*x for only a few days, but he felt as though centuries had passed. He could not wait to make love to her again.

Tang Zui carried her into the bedroom. After an intense session, Gu Mian nearly passed out. She was genuinely puzzled by Tang Zui’s frenzy. There was a dull pain in her lower abdomen due to his aggressive thrusting.

“What’s wrong? Was it too deep?” Tang Zui reached over to rub her lower abdomen.

Gu Mian remained silent for she was too embarrassed to answer. Instead, she chose to keep her eyes shut and pretend that she was asleep.

Tang Zui gazed at her lovely small face and felt a strange tingle in his chest. He could not help but kiss her again.

Gu Mian knew that she would not be able to spend this night in peace. Just as Tang Zui was about to make love to her again, his cell phone phone started ringing. When he looked at the caller display and saw Tang Jiyun’s name, his eyebrows scrunched up. ‘It’s late at night. What is he calling me for?’