Chapter 329: Chapter 330: Nothing But a Stillbirth Chapter 329: Chapter 330: Nothing But a Stillbirth Li Yuan glanced at her and couldn’t be bothered with what she was saying.
Instead, he stated something based on evidence, “Qiangwei left Sijue less than a month ago. I’d like to ask Miss Nangong, even if she had started a relationship with another man immediately, it wouldn’t be possible to get pregnant so quickly within just 20 or so days, right?”
His words caused Nangong Feifei’s face to freeze, and her arrogant and domineering demeanor deflated in an instant.
Even if she had no experience, as a woman, she knew that it was indeed impossible to become pregnant in just over half a month.
Is the child inside Gu Qiangwei’s womb really Sijue’s?
No, how could that be possible!
Qin Sijue had the Demon’s Blood in his body, how could Gu Qiangwei possibly be pregnant!
“Who knows if she had been with other men behind Sijue’s back before!? I heard that she was very close to a man named Shen Mochen a long ago. The child could very well be his!”
“Say that one more f***ing time!? See if I don’t tear your mouth apart!”
Upon hearing these words, Huo Yishan was immediately filled with rage and charged forward to tear her mouth open, but Li Yuan saw this and quickly pulled her back!
He was unclear of Huo Yishan’s identity, but he was absolutely aware of Nangong Feifei’s standing, and even he would not dare to contend with her. If Yishan really made a move on Nangong Feifei, I’m afraid she would not have good times ahead.
“Stop the commotion!”
As Huo Yishan was furious, Qin Guozhong shouted sternly from the side.
He didn’t recognize this Huo Yishan either, and had no idea where she had come from, but at this moment, he had no interest in dealing with this young girl. His gaze shifted to Gu Qiangwei on the bed, and then to Qin Sijue.
“Is it because of this, that you want to sever ties with me?”
Glancing at Qin Guozhong, Qin Sijue remained silent, the answer was clear.
Qin Guozhong also glanced back at him disapprovingly, “Even if the child she’s carrying is truly yours, it’s nothing more than a stillbirth. There’s no need to feel any regret.”
As he spoke, Gu Qiangwei on the bed slightly opened her eyes.
The term ‘stillbirth’ made her heart feel as if it were being slashed by a sharp blade, causing her intense pain.
Her weak gaze looked at her own abdomen, and her hand instinctively touched there.
Was it really a stillbirth? Why did her heart ache so much, as if there was a throbbing pulse there that, before she had the chance to discover its existence, had vanished, catching her utterly off guard.
Tears uncontrollably slid down the corner of her eyes. Her abdomen was still faintly aching, reminding her of the presence of the child she had lost; he had once come, but in her helplessness, was gone again.
Hearing Qin Guozhong’s words, a smile reappeared on Nangong Feifei’s face immediately.
She had known all along that Gu Qiangwei definitely could not have conceived a child, just like Qin Sijue’s grandaunt had been—either unable to conceive or giving birth to a stillborn.
Suddenly, the voice of the gynecologist rang out.
She saw that Gu Qiangwei on the bed had awakened and couldn’t help but bend over and ask, “How do you feel?”
As the doctor spoke up, everyone turned their gaze towards Gu Qiangwei on the bed, with Huo Yishan rushing to the bedside first, urgently asking, “Qiangwei, you’re awake, how do you feel? Tell us if there’s any discomfort anywhere.”
Gu Qiangwei seemed to lack even the strength to lift her eyes, her voice neutral but laced with a hoarseness that followed a suppressed sob, “I’m fine.”
The more firmly she uttered those three words, the more worried Huo Yishan became.
It was her child, after all. How could she possibly be fine?