The waves of pain were centered in her lower abdomen, and Lu Qingxin felt that she might faint at any moment.

In the end, Gu Yancheng really had no choice. He just carried Lu Qingxin out of the apartment building and ran to the hospital.

When the doctor saw her, he asked, "Where is the patient feeling uncomfortable?"

"She has a stomachache," Gu Yancheng said.

Lu Qingxin was worried that the doctor didn't seem to know what he was doing, so she took the initiative and said, "Doctor, I'm pregnant."

When the doctor heard Lu Qingxin say this, he rushed her into emergency.

Gu Yancheng stood outside the emergency room, his mind blank.

Pregnant?

Who was pregnant?

Qingxin was pregnant?

He was going to be a father.

Gu Yancheng was having a hard time recovering from his surprise.

Deep in his eyes, endless worries were popping up.

He looked at the light outside the emergency room and kept praying in his heart that Lu Qingxin and the baby were going to be okay.

Half an hour later, the doctor walked out of the emergency room. When he saw Gu Yancheng, he walked over to him and scolded him.

"Look at you two. Both of you are college students. Don't you know about contraception? Your girlfriend is pregnant with a child, and, instead of being tolerant of her, you were arguing with her? Do you know that some women, after a miscarriage, might never get pregnant again?"

Gu Yancheng couldn't help but blame himself when he heard the doctor's words. He'd really cared too little about Lu Qingxin recently.

It seemed as if Lu Qingxin indeed had known she was pregnant for a long time now.

But she had just never told him.

"Yes, doctor, it was all my fault. Can I go in and see her now?"

"Yes, don't anger your girlfriend anymore. Be a good boyfriend."

After the doctor had finished speaking, he left. Gu Yancheng walked to Lu Qingxin's room and gently held Lu Qingxin's hand.

Gu Yancheng watched Lu Qingxin affectionately, and he sighed. "Qingxin, I didn't expect that since you are still a child yourself, you were about to be a mother."

"Are you very happy?" Lu Qingxin asked somewhat coolly.

When she'd first started to hurt, she had been thinking that it would be for the best if the child miscarried. Then she wouldn't have to make any more choices by herself.

Gu Yancheng kissed the back of Lu Qingxin's hand. "Yes, I'm happy. Aren't you happy?"

"I don't know."

Lu Qingxin looked at the white ceiling above her head with blank eyes as she spoke slowly, "Of course, when I found out that I was pregnant, I wasn't happy at all. I felt anxiety and fear. I am still a child. Can I be a good mother? I don't know how to change a baby's diaper, nor do I know how to bathe my child. I still have nothing, no career, no money. After giving birth, do I have to feed my child domestically produced milk powder? Do I want my child to go to the same kind of school where children of migrant workers go?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yancheng comforted her, "Qingxin, you still have me, and I will raise the child with you."

"Brother Yancheng, how should we raise the child?" Lu Qingxin asked quietly. "You and I are still students. We have nothing but ourselves."

"There will be bread, and there will be milk powder. Qingxin, I know that the child has come suddenly, and you are very scared, but believe me. I will be a good father."

Gu Yancheng was overjoyed. He was going to be a father.

Besides, it would be a child born from the girl he loved.

"Qingxin, if you give birth to a girl, I will pamper you and the baby like little princesses. If it's a boy, the baby and I will protect you together, okay?"