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I deliberately asked my colleagues loudly, "Is there anyone willing to pick up Zhang Ting? She's pregnant, and her family isn't here; it's quite tough for her."
The office fell silent, and no one responded.
"Isn't this a bit inconsiderate? Zhang Ting is our colleague after all; can't we show her some understanding?" I provocatively challenged them.
"Understand what? She's carrying someone else's child, not ours. Why should we have to pick her up and drop her off?" a colleague replied with dissatisfaction.
Although others didn't speak, it was clear they agreed with this sentiment.
"But Zhang Ting's current condition isn't suitable for driving herself, and she doesn't have anyone here to help her. If we don't assist her, she'll have to take leave and go home," I said, feigning sympathy.
"Then let her take leave; we aren't forcing her to come to work," another colleague said dismissively.
Seeing their reactions, I knew my plan had succeeded. Zhang Ting's family wasn't around, and the loss from taking leave would be far greater for her than for me, so I didn't have to worry about her resigning. The colleagues' attitude towards her was already clear: they wouldn't concern themselves with her issues.
As I inquired about Zhang Ting, she walked faster, almost as if trying to escape.
"Isn't this a bit inconsiderate?" Wang Ling's indignant voice came from behind.
I turned to look at her, and Zhang Ting also stopped in her tracks.
"Wang Ling, do you think we should drop everything and pick up Zhang Ting every day?" I asked deliberately.
"Of course not! Zhang Ting is our colleague, and she's pregnant," Wang Ling said loudly.
Hearing Wang Ling's words, Zhang Ting looked a bit relieved.
"Then how about you pick up Zhang Ting every day? Doesn't your husband have a car?" I suggested.
"I... I can't do that," Wang Ling stammered in refusal.
I smiled without exposing her lie and continued, "Wang Ling, you're actually a good person; you just tend to be too reserved sometimes. I know you care about Zhang Ting. If you pick her up every day, your husband will feel at ease too."
"I know, but it's really inconvenient for me," Wang Ling said anxiously.
"Wang Ling, don't be modest. I know your husband comes home late every night, and you don't have much going on. Just consider it a way to exercise," I said with a smile.
"I..." Wang Ling wanted to say something but was interrupted by Zhang Ting.
"Wang Ling, thank you for your kindness. But I really don't need you to pick me up. I can take a taxi home myself," Zhang Ting said loudly on purpose.
I glanced at Zhang Ting and knew she was putting on a show for others. She hoped someone would voluntarily offer to pick her up, rather than being forced by Wang Ling.
"How can that be? You're pregnant now; it's not safe to take a taxi. Besides, Wang Ling isn't pregnant, and didn't you say that good friends should help each other?" I said, pretending to be surprised.
"I'm fine. You don't have to change your plans for me," Zhang Ting said, trying to sound strong.
"That's not acceptable. You're our colleague, and we can't ignore you," I insisted.
Zhang Ting fell silent but stole a glance at me, as if she was pondering something.
Tea time arrived, and we began to chat casually.
"Zhang Ting, why aren't you drinking coffee?" a colleague asked.
"I can't drink coffee; it's not good for the fetus," Zhang Ting replied gently.
"Oh, I forgot you can't have coffee. What will you drink then?" the colleague asked.
"I'd like some lemon tea, but unfortunately, they don't have it here," Zhang Ting said, glancing at me deliberately before continuing.
"Then let Xia Tian go buy it for you; she has nothing else to do anyway," the colleague pointed at me.
I shook my head with a smile and said, "I'm not going. She can't drink outside beverages right now."
"Why not?" several colleagues asked in unison.
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