Chapter 1722: It Wasn’t Right to Make a Woman Give Birth Out of Wedlock…
Ye Qianqian had the sudden urge to murder the receptionist. She looked at Shen Zhilie and laughed drily but didn’t know how else to reply.
F*cking h.e.l.l…
The young lady observed Ye Qianqian’s obvious embarra.s.sment and immediately wondered if she had said the wrong thing.
She looked at Ye Qianqian hesitantly with questioning eyes.
Shen Zhilie looked at Ye Qianqian with a similar question in his eyes. With a quizzical gaze, he asked, “What’s wrong with you? Are you unwell? I’ll take you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine!” Ye Qianqian was burning with embarra.s.sment. “Well, we did the deed last night, didn’t we? I just realized that we hadn’t used any protection. It’d be horrible if I got pregnant. I wanted to find a pharmacy and get a Plan B pill.”
As she spoke, her face gradually reddened.
She looked at the service staff and asked, “Where is the pharmacy? We’ll head over there after our meal.”
The lady felt a little guilty and replied, “It’s right there by the…”
“That won’t be necessary.” Shen Zhilie waved his hand. “Thank you.”
“Just tell me. I need to buy some ointment too.” Ye Qianqian smiled amiably.
The receptionist recited the address of the pharmacy before leaving.
“Forget about the Plan B pill. It’s not good for a woman’s body.”
“An abortion is even worse for a woman’s body.” Ye Qianqian picked up her cup and took a sip of tea. “It’s better to be safe than sorry. If I take the pill within 24 hours, it’s unlikely that I’ll get pregnant.”
Shen Zhilie’s lips tightened into a thin line as he lifted his teacup to his lip to take a sip.
If she got pregnant, that would be awesome.
Regardless of the circ.u.mstances, he’d make sure she kept the baby.
It wasn’t right to make a woman give birth out of wedlock.
Since that was the case, if that happened, once everyone found out that she was pregnant, he’d propose to her. That way, she’d have no choice but to accept.
Such a despicable tactic could only be used once, but it wasn’t the right time now.
He recalled what Luo Ran had told him. If he forced her too far into a corner, she would end up resisting even more.
Both of them finished their meal, each preoccupied with their own thoughts. After lunch, Ye Qianqian pulled Shen Zhilie along to the pharmacy the receptionist had told her about.
It was a true pharmacy.
It was huge. As soon as Ye Qianqian entered, she approached the pharmacist for the pill. After swallowing the pill on the spot, she turned around to look for Shen Zhilie, only to realize that he was nowhere to be found.
She called his name. Shen Zhilie slowly emerged from further inside the shop.
In his hand were two boxes of Durex condoms. Ye Qianqian’s face turned bright red as she stared at the objects. “You…” she began.
“The pill isn’t good for your health.” Shen Zhilie placed the boxes on the counter and pointed at Ye Qianqian as he reached into his wallet. “How much is it in total?”
The cas.h.i.+er glanced at Ye Qianqian before entering the condoms into the register.
After footing the bill, Shen Zhilie carried the shopping bag while Ye Qianqian walked ahead.
Ye Qianqian suddenly turned around. Shen Zhilie stopped in his tracks.
Ye Qianqian’s demeanor was extremely shy. She was constantly puffing her cheeks.
Shen Zhilie thought to himself that she looked even more beautiful this way. He reached out to pinch her cheek and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Let’s not go back to the art gallery. We still have to wait for the sculptures to be fired, and we’ll only be able to paint them tomorrow anyway.”
“Where shall we go then?”
“I’m tired. Let’s go back to sleep.”
“Um…” Shen Zhilie was feeling tired too. They had been very vigorous in their activities the night before and had only fallen asleep past midnight, only to be woken up by their thoughts early in the morning.
Shen Zhilie nodded his head at the suggestion. “Sure. Let’s go.”
Ye Qianqian looked at Shen Zhilie. Her eyes moved downward. She took the carrier from him and said, “I’ll hold it. Let’s go.”
Shen Zhilie couldn’t resist smiling. He reached out to hold her hand. “Sure.”