Some people's fate might be destined, and Wang Junchen was wild and unruly in his youth until the year he turned twenty, the year he met Yi Xiaodan in her long dress.
A pale purple that filled his eyes with sorrow.
Such a frail girl, who had walked barefoot for two hours on a rainy night, and the moment he saw her, he fell in love.
Perhaps it started with curiosity, or perhaps it was her incomparable beauty, but more than anything, it was compassion.
Later, he helped her change her name and surname.
Their fate began there.
"Sir, shall I call Dr. Luo to come over and check on Madam?" the butler, who had just brought tea, hurriedly asked.
Wang Junchen slowed his pace, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.
Indeed, although the medicine was said to be very safe with no side effects, Ah Hua was pregnant after all.
Hmm, it was right to check, just to be safe.
"Go and fetch him yourself, don't alert anyone, especially... the old master."
"Yes, understood."
