I'M PREGNANT HELP ME HIDE IT

Mo Xiao answered Yun Qiqi's call, his expression gentle.

Though Mo Xiao was always kind to her, his tender gaze would drift beyond her face, reminiscing about another woman.

That was the most heart-wrenching part for Bai Qing.

From beginning to end, he had never truly seen her as Bai Qing, only as a substitute.

At times, Bai Qing deeply resented herself for having a face so similar to Yun Qiqi's.

They had no blood relation, yet their resemblance was uncanny.

"Don't cry, I'm coming over now," Mo Xiao's voice was gentle as he hung up the phone and turned to Bai Qing. "In a moment, I'll have Zhao Teng take you to the hospital."

Bai Qing was momentarily stunned, then complained, "You really don't trust me, do you?"

"No, I don't," Mo Xiao said coldly.

Bai Qing pursed her beautiful cherry lips, her eyes devoid of light. "I understand."

"Hurry up with Grandma," Mo Xiao's tone was indifferent.

"Grandma's health has been poor lately. Are you sure you want me to tell her now?" Bai Qing stared at his cold, handsome face.

"Yes, Qiqi can't wait," Mo Xiao replied, detached.

Yun Qiqi can't wait?

So he could disregard Grandma's life and death for her?

Truly, when love reaches its extreme, one becomes blind to all else.

Bai Qing knew she had lost.

But she hadn't anticipated just how thoroughly she'd lost.

"Alright," Bai Qing nodded softly. "But no matter how urgent it is, you need to give me three days, right?"

"Fine," Mo Xiao said, his voice icy, "I hope you won't disappoint me."

"How could I?" Bai Qing's smile was heartbreaking. "In these three years of marriage, as your wife, have I ever let you down?"

Mo Xiao paused slightly.

She wasn't wrong.

In three years of marriage, she had never disappointed him.

In every aspect, she had been perfect.

Especially in bed.

She always indulged him, fulfilling every demand.

In that regard, he did find it hard to let her go.

"That would be for the best," Mo Xiao turned and entered the wardrobe to change his clothes.

Bai Qing sat in bed, wrapped in the blanket, lost in thought.

Is it ending?

Though unwilling, she knew this was beyond her control.

After Mo Xiao left, Bai Qing got up.

She took a shower, dressed in a lovely little dress, and prepared to visit Old Madam Mo.

But as soon as she stepped out the door, she saw Zhao Teng.

Bai Qing crossed her arms, her delicate face showing displeasure as she glared at Zhao Teng. "What now?"

Zhao Teng scratched his head awkwardly.

This young mistress was truly unpredictable.

In front of Mo Xiao, she was the sweet and gentle little rabbit.

In front of him, she was a fierce "Hello Kitty."

"Mr. Mo asked me to accompany you for the check-up," Zhao Teng explained.

"Hmph!" Bai Qing was annoyed. "He really doesn't trust me."

Zhao Teng was at a loss for words.

"Take me to Renxin Hospital," Bai Qing named the best private hospital in the capital.

It boasted the nation's top medical facilities and doctors.

Yet Zhao Teng hesitated.

"What? Too expensive?" Bai Qing asked coldly.

"No, it's not that," Zhao Teng fumbled. "Young Mistress, please, after you."

Bai Qing, her face bare but still radiant and delicate, walked out.

In the car, Bai Qing kept her gaze fixed outside the window.

She hadn't chosen Renxin to flaunt. Her parents were doctors there.

It was also where she had been born.

Everyone from the director to the nurses knew her and treated her like family.

Moreover, if Bai Qing asked them for help, they wouldn't refuse.

After a long silence, Zhao Teng finally spoke, "We've arrived, Young Mistress."

Bai Qing snapped out of her reverie and realized they had reached the hospital entrance.

She opened the car door and walked inside.

Zhao Teng followed behind her, hesitating.

At the entrance of the obstetrics and gynecology department, Bai Qing turned. "Assistant Zhao, stop here. Men are not allowed beyond this point."

Zhao Teng saw the sign and felt a wave of embarrassment.

"Yes," Zhao Teng replied helplessly.

In truth, the president should have come personally.

After all, this was his wife.

What was he doing here?

Bai Qing walked in.

She greeted the doctor, "Auntie Wang."

Wang Qingmeng was surprised to see her. "Qingqing, it really is you. When I saw the name on the form earlier, I thought it was just someone with the same name."

"Yes, it's me," Bai Qing sat down.

"So, you're here to check if you're pregnant?" Wang Qingmeng asked in surprise.

Bai Qing nodded. "Auntie Wang, I think I really am. But could you help me keep it a secret?"

Wang Qingmeng was stunned. "Why?"

"Auntie Wang, I may be getting divorced, but I want this child. However, my husband won't let me keep it, so I hope you can help me," Bai Qing pleaded.

"You foolish child!" Wang Qingmeng was both angry and heartbroken. "Do you know how difficult it is for a woman to raise a child alone after a divorce?"

Bai Qing lowered her eyes. "I know, Auntie Wang. But I have money. I can take good care of this child."

"This isn't just about money," Wang Qingmeng said anxiously. "Who is your husband? You mentioned you were married, but you never told me who he was. Now you're telling me you're getting a divorce. Who is he? Is he taking advantage of the fact that your parents are gone to bully you?"

"Auntie Wang, it's better if you don't know," Bai Qing's delicate, pale face showed little emotion. "I knew what would happen when I married him. Now that we're divorcing, I have no complaints. So please, Auntie Wang, just help me. Once we're divorced, I'll leave here with the child."

She had no choice but to leave, or Mo Xiao would find out.

Wang Qingmeng was pained.

It was all because Bai Qing had no family to support her, no one to stand up for her, and that's why she was treated like this.

"Qingqing, if you have no other choice, you could ask Old Madam Mo for help. She treats you like her own granddaughter," Wang Qingmeng, unaware of the details, said. "Didn't Mo Xiao always treat you like a sister? He'll definitely help you."

Bai Qing lowered her gaze. "Auntie Wang, this is the one thing I can't ask the Mo family for help with. So, please, just agree to help me, alright?"

Wang Qingmeng frowned, her expression complicated. "Fine, lie down. Let me take a look."

"Okay."

After the examination, Wang Qingmeng adjusted her glasses. "It's been eight weeks. But you're anemic, so you need to eat more nutritious food."

"I was a premature baby, so my health has always been poor," Bai Qing said helplessly.

"Does your husband not know?" Wang Qingmeng asked sternly.

"He never asks, and I've never told him," Bai Qing replied, her voice subdued.

Though Mo Xiao was generous with her living expenses, he never inquired. He left everything to the housekeeper.

He only provided the money.

Wang Qingmeng sighed and handed her a form. "Here's what you need. Qingqing, I hope you'll think this through."

Bai Qing looked at the form in front of her, her lips curving into a bitter smile. "What is there to think about? In everything between us, it has always been that whatever he says, goes."

With that, she stood up to leave.

Wang Qingmeng called after her, "Qingqing, could your husband be..."