Rebirth of an Ugly Girl Turned Around

"Teacher's wife is absurd." Facing Dong Lanqin's praise, Qiao Yi'an thought she was thick-skinned and was a little at a loss. She had never heard any elder praise her so much in so many years, and said modestly: "I am here today. It was just a coincidence that Antique Street met Mr. Wu and worshiped him as a teacher, and it was God's will in the final analysis."

"What is God's will or not... I don't believe in this." Mrs. Wu waved her hand and said with a smile: "Our old man has been wandering outside for so many years. There are so many antique streets in Huaguo, and he didn't go there without him. Where he used to go, what kind of rural cemetery, I have seen thousands of people, and I have never seen him accept a disciple... So in the end, these are God's wills, after all, they are still man-made."

After chatting a few words like this, Dong Lanqin also nodded secretly to her husband's eyes. The child in front of him is modest, neither arrogant nor impatient, very good, suitable for the appraisal industry. The old lady has always wanted a granddaughter all these years, but it's a pity that her son only gave her two grandchildren.

Although the girl in front of her is Wu Qiming's closed disciple, she is much younger than her grandson. In Dong Lanqin's eyes, she is just as painful as her granddaughter.

"Just outside, your master told me about your current physical condition, saying that you don't look well. You stretch out your hand and let me feel the pulse." Dong Lanqin spoke softly, returning the topic to its original place, and said Qiao Yi'an's physical problems were brought up.

Qiao Yi'an nodded, and stretched out his wrist. His white and slender fingers had well-defined knuckles, and they looked very beautiful.

Putting her hands on her wrists, Dong Lanqin closed her eyes and concentrated on her pulse, but as time went by, Dong Lanqin's brows became more and more frowned, and she was no longer as relaxed as when talking and laughing before. They all seemed to have descended, which made Qiao Yi'an's heart tighten, secretly worrying.

Could it be that she really had some terminal illness?

"Stretch out the other hand." Dong Lanqin had a serious face, and felt the pulse on Qiao Yi'an's hand several times before stopping, looked at Qiao Yi'an from the beginning to the end, and asked solemnly: "Over the years, have you ever felt uncomfortable? For example, you are prone to fatigue on weekdays, and your hands and feet are cold in winter, but you sweat a lot."

Qiao Yi'an frowned slightly, recalling his physical condition over the years, nodded and replied: "That's the case. It will be more obvious in winter." I am especially afraid of the cold in winter, even in early spring. When others started to wear unlined clothing, I was still wearing a sweater.

Dong Lanqin frowned and continued to ask: "Do you still feel hot, dry mouth and flushed on weekdays?"

"yes."

"Is it easy to be hyperactive?"

"……yes."

Every time the other party asked a question, Qiao Yian's heart became more and more serious, and Dong Lanqin's expression became more dignified, as if every question the other party asked was stepped on the apex of his heart.

After half a sound.

Dong Lanqin raised her head and said solemnly to Qiao Yi'an, "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Good news and bad news?" Qiao Yian frowned and pondered, her heart seemed to hang in the air, and finally made up her mind to make a choice, "I want to hear the good news first."

She felt that it was better for her to listen to the good news and calm down in this state of mind.

"The good news is—you're pregnant."