One day, Wan Donglin’s phone rang. He glanced at her and went outside to answer it—it was clearly Zhou Ting calling. A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom, his expression somewhat unnatural. "Xixi, I have to go to Ruo City. I might be gone for a long time, but I’ll arrange for someone to take care of you." She knew perfectly well that Zhou Ting was staying in Ruo City long-term and that Wan Donglin was going there for their engagement ceremony. However, she couldn’t care less. With Wan Donglin gone, she actually felt relaxed and free.
She really didn’t want to face this shameless man night after night.
He, on the other hand, was visibly anxious. He paced the room several times, opening his mouth as if to speak, only to hesitate and fall silent. Finally, he walked over to her and gently embraced her. "Xixi, be good, stay home, and rest. Please, don’t let anything happen to the child. I’ll bring you back a gift."
The shackles that bound her had been unlocked. He didn’t interfere with her freedom; she was completely free to come and go as she pleased. The university had already notified her of the graduation dinner date, and her diploma was within reach. Once she regained her freedom, a bright future awaited. She’d already taken a step out of the mire, so why on earth had she shrunk back again? But her once unwavering conviction was faltering. She had nightmares every night, always dreaming of the baby being crushed in that film. In the dead of night, she would even hear its heart pounding, a sound rapidly intensifying from sheer terror just before it died.
This fear bore down on her. Several times, she had quietly walked right up to the hospital entrance, but then couldn’t bring herself to go in. Gradually, she adapted to the morning sickness, and her ability to eat and drink slowly returned. At this point, however, she became reluctant to go out. She spent her days at home in a stupor, mostly lying in bed, apart from occasionally sunbathing in the garden. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoveIꜰire.net
One day, she received a call from an unknown number. The caller asked, "Is this Yan Xixi? Do you know a Xu Xiaoya? This is XX Hospital. Xu Xiaoya has attempted suicide..." She rushed downstairs to find the driver. "Quickly, take me to the hospital!" This was the first time she had called on the Wan Family driver. By the time she sped to the hospital, her back was soaked with sweat.
In the ward, Xu Xiaoya lay unconscious. A doctor pulled Yan Xixi aside and said politely, "You’re Yan Xixi, correct? The patient, Xu Xiaoya, attempted suicide by taking poison. The person who brought her in ran off some time ago, and we haven’t been able to contact them. We tried calling several numbers from her phone, but no one else was willing to come. You’re the only one who arrived..."
She anxiously asked, "Will Xiaoya die?"
"Rest assured, the patient is past the critical stage. However, her medical bills haven’t been paid—not a cent. We saved her life on humanitarian grounds, but the subsequent treatment costs..."
She hurriedly fumbled for her card. "Doctor, please, you must save her! I’ll pay, I’ll pay for everything! Please use the best medicine..."
Several members of the medical staff visibly sighed with relief.
Xu Xiaoya didn’t open her eyes until evening. The moment she saw Yan Xixi, tears streamed down her face. Yan Xixi was overjoyed. "Xiaoya, you’re awake? Oh, thank goodness you’re awake, thank goodness..." Xiaoya just clutched Yan Xixi’s hand, tears flowing ceaselessly.
Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and two elderly people stumbled in. "Xiaoya, you foolish child! How could you be so silly?" Yan Xixi quietly stepped aside. It was Xu Xiaoya’s parents; they had hurried over as soon as the hospital called.