chapter 8 I want to find out the truth ===

No, he had to find out. Thorpe Chen put away his phone and hurried to the Chen Association. At the entrance of the Chen Association, Thorpe Chen stared blankly at the company from his previous life, everything remained the same. However, there had been some minor changes from a year ago, and both the security at the entrance and the receptionist had been replaced. He hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to approach the reception, trying to keep his voice even: "Hello, I'm looking for Enid Li." "You're looking for our Director Li? Director Li and Vice President Shipley Zhou went abroad for a vacation half a year ago." The receptionist looked at Thorpe Chen with surprise. "They went abroad?" Thorpe Chen's head buzzed. Had Enid Li, after all, been deceived by Shipley Zhou? "Yes, they went abroad to scout for business and also prepare the company for listing," said the receptionist. "What about her child?" Thorpe Chen asked anxiously. "Our Director Li doesn't have a child," the receptionist replied. "Do you need anything? We're not sure when Director Li will return. If it's business-related, I can jot a reminder message for you." "No, no need, thank you." Thorpe Chen felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. He turned around and left, stumbling as he went. Enid Li, in the end, hadn't given birth to their child. He chuckled. Yes, he had died in his previous life, and with the early deaths of those close to him, which woman would foolishly continue the Chen lineage? Remembering all the moments he had spent with Enid Li, tears uncontrollably flowed from Thorpe Chen's eyes. Once people leave, relationships cool; it's just the way of the world. A gust of wind blew, and Thorpe Chen came back to his senses. "I haven't met Enid yet, and I don't know the exact situation. I'll wait for her to return and then find out before jumping to conclusions. For now, taking care of Gloria Ye is a way to thank the original owner of this body for giving me a chance to be reborn." Thorpe Chen lifted his head: "Since fate has given me another chance, I can't waste it." "Shipley Zhou, wait for me. For framing and executing me, I'll make you pay tenfold." Feeling more determined, Thorpe Chen's mood lifted. Just then, his phone rang. The caller ID showed "landlord." Thorpe Chen hesitated, then cautiously answered. He owed several months of rent; he needed to be low-key. "If you don't come back to pay the rent, I'll throw all your things out!" The landlord's furious voice came from the other end. "Sister Liu, I'm on my way. I'll pay the rent I owe you immediately. Please don't throw my things away," Thorpe Chen hurried home. "Mr. Chen, are you planning to delay your rent until your child is born? I'm not running a charity here. If you can afford to stay, stay. If not, leave,". As soon as he arrived home, a deafening noise hit his ears. An older woman stood at the entrance of his house, hands on her hips. She was his landlord, Bess Liu. "I'm so sorry, Sister Liu. I'll transfer the money to you right now," Thorpe Chen said apologetically, feeling guilty for the overdue rent. "Transfer? Do you even have the money? Pack your stuff and leave now. If you don't, I'll have someone throw your things out in an hour," Bess Liu barked. "Sister Liu, I have the money. I'll transfer it to you now," Thorpe Chen assured. "You have money? Then transfer it immediately!" Bess Liu scolded. "Some people are just stingy. They have money but delay paying. Do you think I run a charity?" "I'm truly sorry for the trouble," Thorpe Chen said, transferring the money. "Gloria Ye hasn't been feeling well, so I took her to the hospital for a few days." "You have money for the hospital but not for rent?" Bess Liu sneered. "And Thorpe Chen, why are you even having a child? You gamble and drink daily. You might bring a child into this world, but can you support it? It's better if you'd just abort. The child will starve anyway." Bess Liu laughed coldly. "Bess Liu, watch your words," Thorpe Chen retorted angrily. "Am I wrong? Can you afford to raise a child? With what?" Bess Liu, rolling up her sleeves, looked ready for a fight. "You..." Thorpe Chen, at the end of his patience, said, "Whether I can afford to raise my child is my business. As for you, you're over forty and I've never seen you pregnant. You'll never experience the joy of having grandchildren." "Say that again!" Thorpe Chen's words hit a sore spot for Bess Liu. Indeed, she was not young and had always been childless, a fact that bothered her. "Am I wrong?" Thorpe Chen smirked. "You've taken all the money I paid you in rent for medication. You should use it for IVF, you know, to help you with that child problem of yours." “What did you say? Do you know the reason for my infertility?” Bess Liu was startled, but then sneered, “When did a thug like you understand medical practices?” “Do your hands and feet get cold in the autumn and winter? Do you have shortness of breath and lack of strength? Do you often suffer from insomnia and have many dreams? Is your menstrual flow scanty and doesn't clear up for a long time?” Thorpe Chen asked. “How... how did you know?” Bess Liu's face changed. “Your condition is a combination of both kidney and spleen deficiency, as well as liver stagnation and blood stasis, which results in a cold uterus. The blood and qi congeal when cold, leading to infertility,” Thorpe Chen said calmly. “Thorpe Chen, do you know medical practices?” Bess Liu was shocked. The symptoms Thorpe Chen described were almost identical to those told to her by an old doctor, but that doctor didn't have a solution. “I did graduate from a medical college. Your condition isn't difficult to treat,” Thorpe Chen said. “How can it be treated?” Bess Liu asked urgently. “Why should I tell you?” Thorpe Chen responded coldly. “You have a foul mouth and curse others without a second thought. Bess Liu, don't you know that calamity comes from the mouth?” “I'm sorry, Thorpe Chen. I didn't mean it. Please help me if you can. Life has been really hard for me,” Bess Liu said, her eyes becoming red. She was nearing forty and had never been pregnant. Although her husband never voiced it, a gap had grown between them. Additionally, both her in-laws and her own family looked down on her for not having a child. Her life was tough. “Enough with the tears. Since you didn't kick us out despite owing months of rent, I'll help you this once,” Thorpe Chen sighed. Even though Bess Liu often spoke ill of others, she hadn't done anything terribly wrong. He took out a pen and paper and wrote down a prescription. “What's this?” Bess Liu took the prescription. “This is a formula to warm the uterus. It uses ingredients like Salvia Miltiorrhiza and Leonurus among other herbs. Boil and drink it continuously for half a month. It warms the uterus and dispels the cold. It's primarily for treating cold-induced infertility,” Thorpe Chen said. “If you're not pregnant in two months, come find me. You can yell at or hit me, whatever you wish.” “Really? Thank you so much, Thorpe Chen. I might have a sharp tongue, but I mean no harm. Please don't take it to heart,” Bess Liu said, overjoyed. Trusting Thorpe Chen's accurate diagnosis, she didn't doubt the authenticity of the medicine and cherished it. “Avoid foods that are raw and cold. Eat more dates, ginger, and longan. These can help dispel the cold and are good for your health,” Thorpe Chen advised. “I'll remember, thank you, Thorpe Chen,” Bess Liu said sincerely, expressing her gratitude before leaving. Thorpe Chen returned to the hospital. It was already late, and Gloria Ye was still sound asleep. The sleeping Gloria Ye had a serene and ethereal beauty. Her slightly dishevelled hair and fair side profile left Thorpe Chen momentarily stunned. He originally planned to lie down on the other bed, but felt it inappropriate, considering another soul resided in his body. “Honey, you're back?” At that moment, Gloria Ye woke up. “It's so late. Aren't you sleeping?” “I... I'll sleep on the other bed,” Thorpe Chen said, pointing to the patient's companion bed in the room. “That bed is too small. Sleep here,” Gloria Ye suggested. “No, it's okay,” Thorpe Chen turned his head away, his mouth feeling dry. Wearing a silk nightgown that hinted at her skin beneath, Gloria Ye was somewhat irresistible to him. “Honey…” Gloria Ye suddenly embraced him, whispering in his ear, “I know it's hard for you to restrain, but I'm pregnant now. We can't be reckless. However, there are other things we can do, right?”