With a hum, Jiang Qingtian paid no attention to Lin Tianya’s forlorn expression and turned to enter the bathroom; he had just rushed back drenched in sweat and needed a shower.
Lin Tianya stood in their room, feeling a coldness enveloping her whole body.
Facing Mo Qianhui in the morning, threatened by Jing Zhiyue in the afternoon, and coming home to Jiang Qingtian’s cold, indifferent face, she actually felt life was too difficult, experiencing a suffocating sensation.
Why had this happened? How had things turned out this way? What should she do? Should she give up? No, how could she? This was her dream, now realized, she wouldn’t give up that easily.
Looking at the box she had thrown aside, she clenched her fists.
Twenty minutes later when Jiang Qingtian emerged from the bathroom, exhausted and wanting to sit on the bed, Lin Tianya was startled, "Wait a second."
The box she had thrown was right beside Jiang Qingtian, and she couldn’t let him find out about it.
Jiang Qingtian looked at Lin Tianya with confusion as she took a small box from beside him, fearfully stuffing it into her pocket, "What is this?"
Her frightened expression made his eyebrows furrow; there was something off about Lin Tianya today.
"It’s nothing, just some jewelry I bought when I was out shopping, I was afraid you’d get scratched by it, so I moved it away."
Lin Tianya explained stiffly, Jiang Qingtian, although puzzled, had no interest in Lin Tianya’s matters and simply nodded before lying on the bed to rest.
Watching him turn his back to her and fall asleep, Lin Tianya gripped the box tightly.
Two days later, Lin Tianya still lay in bed when she suddenly felt intense pain in her abdomen. Her complexion changed as she writhed and rolled in agony on the bed.
Was the poison taking effect? Over the past two days, she had thought of finding the right opportunity, but to no avail; she hadn’t found the chance. Now, with two days passed, the poison Jing Zhiyue had placed in her body was acting up.
The phone by the bedside rang, and Lin Tianya struggled to pick it up.
"Is the poison acting up now? Lin Tianya, I didn’t expect that you would rather suffer the poison than seek out Qin Qin. Should I applaud your courage?"
From the other end of the phone came Jing Zhiyue’s low, mocking voice.
"I didn’t, I just couldn’t find the right opportunity, okay? Qin Qin is so vigilant, and these past two days Mo Yunchen has been practically inseparable from her, it seems like she is pregnant, so I really couldn’t find the chance to get her out."
Lin Tianya said palely.
"What did you say? She’s pregnant? That bitch Qin Qin is pregnant?"
The phone transmitted Jing Zhiyue’s piercing scream, followed by the sound of her smashing everything breakable within her reach—a habit of hers whenever she was dissatisfied, she would destroy everything around her to vent.
"Yes! Can you give me the antidote, please? I feel terrible. I promise I will find a way for her to come out," Lin Tianya wailed in pain, clutching her belly.
"Find an opportunity? In a few days, she will marry Mo Yunchen; what opportunity are you waiting for? This drug’s first attack will only hurt for an hour; you need to endure for an hour and then must find a chance to get her out. But knowing your dumb brain, I doubt you’ll come up with anything. Let me tell you a method: Qin Qin cares most about her country-bumpkin parents, you could start from there."
Jing Zhiyue spoke coldly and then hung up the phone, leaving Lin Tianya alone on the large bed, rolling in agony and screaming.
An hour later, Lin Tianya struggled to get out of bed...
In the afternoon, ever since she got pregnant, Qin Qin had taken up the habit of napping; she could sleep for hours on end.
Because he had been accompanying her all this time, a backlog of work at Mo Yunchen’s company had built up significantly. She urged him to leave to take care of his affairs. Mo Yunchen kissed her forehead tenderly with instructions to stay home and rest assured that he would return soon.
Opening her blurry eyes, an inexplicable panic spread across her chest, waking her not long after she had fallen asleep.
A strong sixth sense prompted her to get out of bed, covering her now slightly protruded belly. At barely over three months, the babies had started to move slightly; it seemed they also felt their mother’s unease with the wake from the nap, as the two little beings inside her began to twitch subtly.
Qin Qin was about to make a call when a phone call came in; it was from Qin An. With confusion, she answered it.
"Sorry, I’m not your dad. This is at xxx Road, xxx Street. The owner of this phone has been hit by a car. You’re his daughter, right? You better come quickly."
The urgent male voice on the other end was surrounded by a cacophony of noise, and Qin Qin could also hear the sound of an ambulance in the background.