Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Yue Xiaofang’s Decision
After hearing the verdict of the village doctor, Yue Qingqing sighed in her heart.
When she first saw Yue Xiaofang, the latter was enshrouded in a gray haze with a hint of milky white within it.
That belonged to the aura of the fetus in her womb.
During this time, Yue Qingqing had come to understand this world as well.
Resources were scarce, and survival was tough.
Women whose husbands had died found it extremely difficult to live on in such times, not only because of the material conditions but even more so due to the idle gossip and sneering of others.
Lin Chunju’s husband died saving someone, yet she was still called a husband-killer, not to mention those whose husbands died of illness.
And those women who were sent back home by their husbands were in an even worse situation; women weren’t considered labor force, and their birth families usually weren’t very welcoming.
Even if there was a family that adored their daughter and took her in, the rumors and gossip from the outside world would prevent the family from holding their heads high.
As for those who returned home with their child after getting a divorce, Yue Qingqing had never heard of such a case.
You could get a divorce, but the child had to stay with the husband’s family.
Now that both families had completely fallen out, yet the child in Yue Xiaofang’s womb had become an uncertainty, would the Ma Family really be willing to let Yue Xiaofang go home?
The most important thing was, what did Yue Xiaofang think?
Yue Xiaofang woke up from her unconscious state to find herself lying on the hard bed of the medical office.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a circle of heads from the Yue Family, all craning their necks to see how she was doing.
Even Yue Qingqing was babbling on, her big eyes not blinking as they fixed on her.
The expressions in everyone’s eyes made Yue Xiaofang suddenly sit up, and the Yue Family hurried to support her.
“Mom, what’s wrong with me? Am I going to die?”
Lin Chunju couldn’t help but get angry, “Tsk tsk, spit it out, what are you talking about, speaking such unlucky words.”
Yue Xiaofang’s thoughts were in a turmoil, “Mom, don’t comfort me, seeing everyone’s expressions, I’m sure I’ve got a terminal illness.”
If it really was a terminal illness, she would not seek treatment. Her family had done their best to raise her to this age.
In recent years, she had been living a life worse than death, and today after venting her resentment, she felt no regrets about dying.
Lin Chunju sighed and took her daughter’s hand.
“Xiaofang, you need to be prepared for what Mom is about to tell you,” she said.
Yue Xiaofang nodded dumbly.
Being prepared, she thought she must have caught some disease. No matter, she could bear it.
Yue Xiaofang’s eyes grew wider and wider, her palms gripping the bed plank tightly.
“Mom, what did you say?”
Lin Chunju gently placed her hand on her daughter’s lower abdomen, “Don’t get agitated; you’re carrying a child now.”
The warmth from her mother’s palm, through her clothes, finally made Yue Xiaofang realize she didn’t hear wrongly.
“There’s a baby inside me?”
It must have been that night two months ago when Ma Jinbao came home drunk, venting his bestial lusts on her in the middle of the night. Yue Xiaofang didn’t dare to resist and could only silently weep in the darkness.
But unexpectedly, it was that disgusting experience that led to her becoming pregnant.
Yue Xiaofang had always wanted a child; she had dreamt of it, always feeling that if she had a child, the Ma Family wouldn’t bully her .
More importantly, she genuinely loved children.
She would, like her mother, carefully raise her child, teach him many lessons, and sing him to sleep.
Just thinking about it, Yue Xiaofang couldn’t help but cry, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.
Yue Jianxi’s thoughts weren’t as intricate, and he whispered persuasively, “Xiaofang, this child isn’t coming at a good time; we should still go to the hospital in the city…”
Before he could finish, Lin Chunju cut him off.
“Don’t listen to your second brother spouting nonsense; this child is yours, and it should be up to you to decide.”
After crying for a while, Zhang Ying borrowed a towel from the medical staff and wrung it out for her to wipe her face.
Yue Xiaofang cleaned her cheeks, sniffled, her eyes still red.
“Mom, I’ve made up my mind,” Yue Xiaofang resolved, gingerly cradling her stomach with her hands, “This child, I want to keep it.”