She hugged her, crying and blaming, "Silly child, it’s your baby, how could you bear to kill him!"
"Mom, he’s not my child, he’s not! I don’t want him, I can’t accept him, I hate his father, I don’t even know who his father is, I really can’t keep him..."
She curled up in her mother’s arms, shaking all over, crying so hard she couldn’t even make a sound.
Her mother hugged her, crying even more sorrowfully, and said nothing.
In a while, her stomach began to hurt, as if someone was cutting her flesh off layer by layer with a knife.
It turned out that killing your own flesh and blood really did hurt, hurt so much that death seemed preferable.
She clenched her teeth tightly, feeling waves of darkness before her eyes, and warm liquid flowing from below.
She felt the loss of the child; in that instant, her heart hurt even more than her stomach did.
She couldn’t bear to let the child go, couldn’t bear to kill him, she didn’t want him to leave.
"Don’t go, don’t, please stay..." Lin Xinlan cried, shaking her head with a sorrowful whimper.
Rong Shaoze abruptly turned on the bedside lamp and was startled by her appearance.
"Xinlan, what’s wrong with you? Wake up!"
The man’s hand slapped her face, and she slowly awoke from the dream, her eyes blurry with tears and sadness.
"What happened?" Rong Shaoze asked anxiously as he held her.
Lin Xinlan lay motionless, her eyes empty as she stared at the ceiling.
She felt a warm flow coming from below...
Suddenly, she opened her eyes in horror, grabbed his arm forcefully, her fingernails nearly digging into his skin, and her voice became sharp, "Rong Shaoze, quick, take me to the hospital!"
The man paused for a moment, and when he lifted the blanket, he saw a scarlet patch on the pristine bedsheet.
His face abruptly changed.
Lin Xinlan curled up, her pale little face tightly furrowed, showing a look of agony.
Rong Shaoze reacted quickly, holding her and running down the stairs with steady strides.
The sports car sped along the road, and by the time they reached the hospital, there was already a nurse with a stretcher waiting for them at the entrance.
Lin Xinlan was taken into the operating room, and Rong Shaoze felt as if he had exhausted all his strength.
He leaned against the wall, wanting to take out a cigarette to smoke, and upon patting his clothes, he realized he was still wearing his pajamas from home.
A cigarette was handed to him, and as he looked up, he saw it was Tao Hua.
"Thanks," he said, taking it, and lit the cigarette with the lighter Tao Hua had kindled.
After a deep inhale, he felt not so cold anymore, and his heart settled down a bit.
"Don’t worry, the child will be fine," Tao Hua said calmly, comforting him.
"What about the adult?" he countered.
Tao Hua quirked an eyebrow amusingly, "Do you care more about the adult, or the child?"
At this time, Rong Shaoze was not in the mood to joke, "I hope they are both fine."
"Well, they both will be," Tao Hua assured.
Rong Shaoze gave him a look, couldn’t help but smile wryly.
He too, hoped that both the adult and the child would be fine.
After resuscitation, the child was saved.
The attending doctor said the fetus was very unstable, and during the first three months, she had to be well-maintained, without any mishap; otherwise, she would miscarry.
Rong Shaoze nodded, his face rarely showing a few degrees of solemnity.
Looking at the woman on the hospital bed, for the first time, he felt she was so fragile, fragile to the point that she needed him to protect her with much more strength.
Lin Xinlan woke up from a deep sleep, opening her eyes to meet Rong Shaoze’s dark gaze.