"Zhaoran said... he thought about arranging a check-up for you in a few days, saying that there's a possibility of curing your condition with the current medical advancements."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, not expecting him to say this.
Lowering her gaze, she softly said, "There's no need, having Chenchen is enough for me."
"Xiao Mo... even if you don't want to..."
"What? Does Mr. Fu now mind that I can't have children?"
Qiao Mo blurted out, like a hedgehog.
Fu Nancheng felt a sharp pain in his chest, wanting to explain, yet he felt she didn't care at all.
He knew she understood everything, knew he didn't mean it that way.
But if saying this would make her happy, he would just listen.
Her eyelashes slightly trembled, Qiao Mo tiredly spoke, "Actually, if you mind, I can understand. If you want to find someone else, you really didn't have to marry me."
A pang of pain spread in his chest, turning her to face him, "Xiao Mo, in this lifetime, only you can be Mrs. Fu."
