Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 139: Getting the Certificate

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Getting the Certificate

Am I pregnant?

Because it’s only around forty days into a pregnancy that one can diagnose it through pulse checking, so the current effective detection methods are pregnancy test sticks or going to the hospital.

Looking at the two red lines on the pregnancy test stick, An Yan opened her mouth, momentarily unsure whether to be shocked or overjoyed.

After all, Michael’s matter hadn’t been settled, and if news about Michael emerged mid-pregnancy, it would complicate things.

Yet the thought of having a little baby in her belly filled her with a warm and unusual feeling.

The door to the restroom opened, and Fu Shiyan saw the girl standing in front of the sink, holding something, looking utterly bewildered.

He walked over and glanced down, equally astonished.

He took her hand, pulled out the pregnancy test stick, "Two lines?"

Looking at the packaging bag on the washstand, he picked it up and read it carefully.

"So, it’s positive?"

Seeing the curve of the man’s lips rise, An Yan licked her lips, "It looks like it, but we should still go to the hospital to get it checked."

Fu Shiyan’s eyes were full of tenderness, he placed his hand over her lower abdomen, "So, this contains my seed?"

This blunt way of putting it made An Yan blush.

She glared at him, "Can’t you be more refined about it?"

Fu Shiyan cleared his throat, "So, this is where I sowed my seeds?"

An Yan hit him with annoyed embarrassment, "Isn’t that the same thing? Aren’t you annoying?"

Fu Shiyan laughed, grasping her small fist, encouraging her to punch his sturdy chest, "Now that there are two of us, why is your strength still so weak? Punch harder, let me feel the power of two people."

An Yan pursed her lips and withdrew her hand, "We should still get it rechecked at the hospital to be sure, just in case it’s a false positive."

Fu Shiyan leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely, "I’m going to be a father."

An Yan blinked, "I mean what if it’s a false positive, pregnancy tests can fail at times."

"No matter, I am still going to be a father." Fu Shiyan squeezed her waist, "Go change your clothes, wear a white shirt."

An Yan responded with an "oh," wondering why she had to dress so formally just to go to the hospital. Were they going to welcome the new life with ceremony?

She changed into a white shirt in the dressing room, wore a denim skirt, and when she came out of the room, Fu Shiyan was already waiting for her at the entrance.

The two left the house, went down to the garage, and got into the car.

As usual, Fu Shiyan thoughtfully buckled her seat belt.

"Off we go!"

An Yan nodded her head, feeling somewhat nervous inside.

The car wove through the traffic, and An Yan was surprised; this was not the way to the hospital.

"Aren’t we going to Jiangcheng Hospital?"

"Mhm."

An Yan looked at the joy in his expression and didn’t think too much about it, assuming that Fu Shiyan might be taking her to another hospital.

However, after passing two hospitals without Fu Shiyan showing any intention of stopping, she began to feel uncertain.

Until a half-hour later, when the car stopped in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Fu Shiyan got out of the car and opened the passenger’s door, escorting her out.

"What’s this all about?" An Yan was suddenly stunned.

"To give you a home," Fu Shiyan said as he drew her towards the Civil Affairs Bureau building.

An Yan walked and glanced sideways at the man, her eyes welling with tears.

A home had always been her deep-seated longing, a wish she couldn’t fulfill.

He said he wanted to give her a home, but she realized that this home was premised on their child.

An Yan hesitated, "Ayan."

"What’s wrong?"

"Are you registering our marriage because of the child?"

"Of course not."

"But you never mentioned this before," An Yan murmured with pursed lips.

Fu Shiyan sighed softly, "Go inside, and you’ll understand."

"Understand what?"

Fu Shiyan didn’t reply to her but simply walked her into the hall.

An Yan looked around the empty Civil Affairs Bureau with astonishment. "How come there’s nobody here today, on a Saturday?"

Han Yang approached quickly, "President Fu, Mrs. Fu. All the documents are ready, and we can proceed with the process now."

An Yan furrowed her brows, "Everything’s ready in just forty minutes?"

Han Yang replied, "President Fu gave the Civil Affairs Bureau a heads-up last night. This morning is reserved for you and President Fu. The bureau will open to the public in the afternoon."

In an instant, An Yan hugged the man’s waist and buried her face in his embrace, "Thank you."

Fu Shiyan gently stroked her slender back, "What for, you silly goose?"

"Thank you for giving me a home."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lowly, his voice exceptionally pleasant, "Then I should thank you, too, for giving me a home and a child."

Off to the side, Han Yang’s eyes widened. What had he just heard?

Was his boss’s wife pregnant?

An Yan lifted her gaze, furrowing her brows slightly, and said in a low voice, "It’s not confirmed yet, don’t talk nonsense."

Fu Shiyan’s gaze swept lightly over Han Yang, who acted as if he were completely deaf, as though he hadn’t heard a thing.

Fu Shiyan’s eyes returned to An Yan with satisfaction, and he tidied her hair, bending his arm, "I’ve got you for life."

An Yan smiled with her eyes, took the man’s arm, and walked further inside.

The couple first went to the photo studio to take a joint photograph.

Against the red backdrop, the two young men and women, both dressed in white shirts, brimmed with the joy of happiness in their eyes; the handsome man and the pretty woman looked perfect together.

After taking the photos, the staff member led them to complete the marriage registration procedures.

Since Fu Shiyan had already spoken to the director in advance, the director wisely appointed only one discreet staff member.

An Yan looked at the two little red booklets, her smile undiminished on her lips.

Suddenly, she looked up, "We haven’t told Uncle and Aunt yet."

"We’ll talk about it after we finish the medical check-up at the hospital and go back to the old house," Fu Shiyan stood up and looked at the staff member, "I hope this matter stays confidential until we make the announcement ourselves."

The staff member nodded immediately, "Don’t worry, I’ll keep it under wraps. Congratulations to President Fu and Mrs. Fu on your marriage. I wish you a lifetime of happiness together."

After thanking the staff member, Fu Shiyan and An Yan left the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Sitting in the car, An Yan still clutched the two little red booklets as if she couldn’t quite believe it was real.

"Are you that happy?" Fu Shiyan asked with a smile.

An Yan hummed softly, "Very happy."

"Happier than the day you got me?"

An Yan glanced at him, "There you go, spouting nonsense again."

"What, is the train too slow for you? Next time I’ll simply take a rocket."

"You’re so annoying!"

Their playful banter continued as the car stopped in front of Hong’en Hospital.

Hong’en Hospital is under Fu Corporation, so Fu Shiyan took her through the VIP channel.

They arrived at the office of Si Heng.

Si Heng clicked his tongue, "What wind has blown you two in here?"

Fu Shiyan closed the door, "Prepare the blood collection equipment."

Si Heng paused, sensing that things seemed quite serious, "What’s going on?"

"Blood test."

Without another word, Si Heng turned and entered the suite, fetched a blood collection kit, and looked at Fu Shiyan, "Roll up your sleeve."

But it was An Yan who rolled up her sleeve, "Take my blood."

Si Heng looked baffled but prepared to draw blood anyway.

Fu Shiyan spoke softly, "You’ll personally take it to the lab later and say it’s for a pregnancy test."

Si Heng’s hand trembled.

Fu Shiyan frowned, "Have your cerebral arteries calcified that you can’t even hold the needle steady?"

Si Heng’s mouth twitched, "No, it’s just that Shiyan, you’ve sprung quite a shock. Who wouldn’t tremble at that news!"

"Inexperienced," Fu Shiyan looked at him with disdain, "Be gentle with the needle. Yanyan is afraid of pain."