"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about me." The moment Little Dumpling's tender voice rang out, my heart completely settled down.
As I picked up the phone, I rubbed my belly a few times, "But why does Mommy's belly hurt so much?"
"Because of telepathy." Dumpling answered.
The fingers resting on my abdomen at that moment felt as if they'd touched Little Dumpling's palm.
I could vaguely feel him inside my belly, reaching out his little hands towards the outside world,
"I could feel Mommy's heart is so sad, so I became sad too. That's why I accidentally made Mommy feel pain."
After hearing Little Dumpling's explanation, I thought back to the nightmare full of blood just now.
That inexplicable dream, for some reason, made my subconscious incredibly sorrowful, and I didn't even recognize the little girl that appeared in it...
"Dumpling really wants a hug from Mommy." Little Dumpling's milky voice was full of longing.
A tender smile spread across my face, and through the thin skin over my belly, I touched Little Dumpling's hand, "After you're born, Mommy will hold you all the time, and never let go, how about that?"
Little Dumpling was very satisfied, "Okay, Mommy, Dumpling really likes you."
By now, the phone had been ringing for a long while, and it was about to hang up automatically.
I finally answered, "Hello, Mom, you finally called me. Are you doing okay at the Lin Family's place?"
"It's me." Lin Huan's voice again came through on the phone call from my mom.
I had expected this and was neither surprised nor panicked. I indifferently replied, "Oh, Senior Lin."
"Su Wan, why haven't you returned to the Lin Family immediately?" Lin Huan questioned.
"There's a heavy fog in City A, the flights are delayed..." I paused, feigning fragility on the phone.
Strange, why is Lin Huan so anxious for me to hurry back to the Lin's but doesn't say there's anything wrong?
And why can I never get through to my mom's phone?
Why is it always Lin Huan who answers?
Lin Huan's tone was ice cold, "Now, return to the Lin's immediately!"
"Okay, no problem, I'll be able to get to City A by tomorrow morning at the latest," I sincerely responded. The rightful source is n0velfire.net
Lin Huan let out a cold laugh, "You think I don't know? You're already in City A!"
"You're mistaken, I'm really not in City A." I still refused to admit it.
Lin Huan said, "The video of you in City A has been posted online."
"Fine, I admit it, I am in City A." I said, "But it's too late now; if I were to go to the Lin's, I'd have to wait until daylight at least."
I turned on the speaker and immediately started searching on Weibo.
There was nothing like that news in the trending searches.
Only after changing several keywords in the search bar,
did I find a video, under the term "con artist tricks," with only ten comments.
The video showed Heiche Rong hitting a pregnant woman, who then turned into a Paper Man, and out of the ten comments, nine mocked the fake-looking special effects.
The remaining one was actually an advertisement for weight loss pills.
If the story had developed according to what that pregnant woman said, the key to online trends might have been revealed, perhaps even making it onto the trending topics.
But since it was a nonsensical supernatural event that was ignored once released,
even with many witnesses, it turned into sheer nonsense.
"Su Wan, you're out of line!" Lin Huan burst into a rage.
I hung up the phone right away.
Five minutes of silence on the phone followed.
I answered with ennui, "Another matter?"
"You know I'm not Lin Huan." The voice on the phone was still Lin Huan's, but he revealed himself to not be Lin Huan.
I was completely uncertain before.
But at this moment, I was sure that someone had impersonated Lin Huan, tricking both Yu Longting and me into coming to City A.
"Lin Gang?" I guessed.
A cold, gender-neutral voice came through the phone, "Lin Gang is being hunted by Yun Hao and Zhang Shuying. Do you think... he has the time?"
"You're from the Lin Family, you know me, but I don't recognize you; do you think I guessed right?" I kept my cool, asking indifferently.
The person laughed for a while, then said, "I didn't expect that woman to be stupid as a pig, but her daughter is quite clever. Then you should be able to guess why I can call using your mom's phone number."
"My mom is in your hands." After coming to this conclusion, I could no longer maintain composure, my wrist trembling uncontrollably.
My nature is too emotional, and I am vulnerable through and through.
Especially my mom, who I see as the pillar of my entire soul.
That person seemed certain of this and said with a sinister laugh, "Before 3 a.m., return to the Lin's, or else I will kill her! Did you hear me clearly?"