After rebirth, Master Fu’s little ancestor went wild

"Wan Su." Mr. Fu looked at Lu Wansu with a hint of coercion in his eyes: "You must still remember what I told you before, right? Did you promise grandpa that you would conceive the Fu family in half a year? It’s been a few months now, why is there still no movement in your stomach?”

Lu Wansu didn't expect that Mr. Fu would ask her so bluntly, and there was a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"Grandpa, you also know that I have encountered a lot of things in the past few months, and I may not be in good health, so..."

Lu Wansu had no choice but to find an excuse to continue.

She herself didn't understand why she and Fu Hanzhou had sex so many times without taking any contraceptive measures every time. She even took the pregnancy-promoting medicine prescribed to her by Han Wenyu, but there was still no movement in her stomach.

Is it really because she has been in poor health these past few months that she has never been able to conceive a child?

Mr. Fu knew that Lu Wansu had gone through a lot in the past few months, and he didn't want to blame her. Seeing this, he sighed and said, "Grandpa is not blaming you, but you must be clear about your responsibilities and burdens. I hope you will take good care of yourself at home and try to give birth to a great-grandson for our Fu family as soon as possible."

"By the way, I specially hired a nutritionist for you. She should report to you tomorrow. She will be responsible for cooking for you and letting you take good care of your body."

A flash of surprise flashed in Lu Wansu's eyes. He didn't expect that the old man had even arranged this.

"Thank you grandpa..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Hanzhou's voice of rejection came from next to her: "I don't lack any nutritionists there. I will hire one for her, so you don't have to worry about it."

Fu Hanzhou once again contradicted Mr. Fu, which made him very unhappy and his face darkened.

Fu Zechuan watched for a long time, and then he persuaded: "Grandpa, since my brother has his own arrangements, you should listen to my brother."

Mr. Fu glanced at Fu Zechuan, thinking that he had just made such a fuss at home because of Fu Zechuan's matter, and nodded.

"Okay, that's up to you." Mr. Fu said, instructing the servants on the side: "Serve the young mistress with soup."

The servant immediately took the small soup bowl in front of Lu Wansu, filled her with more than half a bowl of soup and meat, and placed it gently in front of her.

Looking at the tempting soup, Lu Wansu felt an instinctive resistance. Before she drank, she felt her stomach churn.

Seeing her not moving her chopsticks, Mr. Fu reminded her, "I asked the servant to prepare this early in the morning. It simmered for three hours. Even if you don't like it, you can drink it."

The old man had said so, and Lu Wansu could only pick up the bowl, scoop out a spoon and put it into his mouth.

Because it is medicinal, the soup is slightly bitter. Coupled with the fishy smell of the chicken, Lu Wansu vomited before he could even swallow it.

The next second she stood up suddenly and rushed towards the bathroom.

Her actions made everyone stunned.

Fu Hanzhou frowned as he looked at the direction she left. After all, he felt uneasy and got up and followed her.

Lu Wansu lay down by the sink and vomited several times, but because she didn't eat much in the morning, she didn't vomit much.

Just as he was about to rinse his mouth, he saw Fu Hanzhou following him.

"Are you okay?" Fu Hanzhou asked quietly, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine." Lu Wansu took out a tissue and wiped his mouth. After vomiting, the nausea felt much better: "Maybe I'm not used to drinking this kind of thing, so I'm a little nauseous."

Fu Hanzhou knew that Lu Wansu was a bit picky about food, but this was the first time he had such a big reaction.

"Is everything okay?" He couldn't help but ask one more question.

"It's really okay." Lu Wansu walked out of the bathroom and pulled him by the hand: "Let's go, don't let grandpa worry."

Fu Hanzhou looked at her carefully and saw that there was nothing unusual about her except that her face was a little pale, and he felt a little relieved.

The two returned to the dining table together.

"Wan Su, are you okay?" Mr. Fu asked with concern.

Lu Wansu shook his head and replied with a smile: "I'm fine, Grandpa. Maybe my stomach is not feeling well recently. Don't worry."

When she said this, she didn't notice at all that Fu Zechuan, who was sitting diagonally across from her, was staring at her with unclear meaning.

"Sister-in-law, is she pregnant?" Fu Zechuan said with a half-smile, his eyes a little scrutinizing.

This sentence successfully stunned the three people at the table.

Lu Wansu was the first to react and subconsciously looked at Fu Hanzhou's face. He looked weird and didn't look happy at all. Thinking of what Fu Hanzhou had said to her grandfather just now, the expectations in her heart were somewhat diluted.

Even if she is really pregnant, Fu Hanzhou will not look forward to this child.

And she wasn't sure if she was really pregnant.

When Mr. Fu heard this, his eyes lit up and he immediately asked: "Is what he said true? I will call the doctor over right now to check you."

He said that he really wanted to ask the servant to call the family doctor.

Lu Wansu stopped her quickly and explained with a smile: "Grandpa, how could I not know whether I'm pregnant or not? I just have some stomach discomfort in the past two days. It has nothing to do with pregnancy."

A flash of disappointment flashed across Mr. Fu's face, but he asked again without giving up: "Really not?"

"Really not." Lu Wansu said seriously: "If I really have it, I will definitely tell you and grandma as soon as possible."

Seeing what Lu Wansu said so firmly and seriously, Mr. Fu reluctantly believed that what she said was true, and he suddenly became disappointed.

I couldn't help sighing.

But after thinking about it, Mr. Fu was still unwilling to give up completely, and couldn't help but warned: "Even if you feel unwell, don't bother. In this case, Han Zhou, you might as well take some time to take Wan Su to the hospital for a check-up. In this way, we can also You can rest assured.”

After hearing Mr. Fu's order, Fu Hanzhou calmed down a little and replied perfunctorily: "Yes."

But when he was eating next, his mind was filled with Lu Wansu's pregnancy, and he had no intention of listening to what they had to say. He just took a few bites and then couldn't finish it.

After dinner, the old man wanted to talk to Fu Hanzhou about some company matters, so he called him to the study.

After Lu Wansu had eaten, he still felt vaguely like vomiting. She felt the room was too stuffy, so she went out for a walk.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zechuan followed him ghostly again.

Lu Wansu glanced at him coldly, frowned and said, "What do you want to say if you follow me?"

Fu Zechuan touched his nose, looked at Lu Wansu's angry face, and reminded with a smile: "I just want to remind you that your face doesn't look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Lu Wansu didn't know that his face was a little pale, but he was tired of Fu Zechuan's deliberate approach, and said angrily: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need you to care."