Chapter 240 The Warlord is Still Alive

When Bai Yu returned home at noon, he went straight to Sheng Weiwei's room.

But the room was empty; her suitcase was gone.

Bai Yu's heart sank suddenly.

He turned and went downstairs, intercepting the butler at the bottom of the stairs.

Where is Miss Sheng?

The butler bowed and answered respectfully, "Young Master, Miss Sheng and the eldest young lady went to the airport this morning, saying they were going back to Haicheng."

The butler paused, then added, "Judging by the time, they should already be on the plane."

Bai Yu clenched his fist instantly.

That woman is something else; she just leaves without saying goodbye.

Without saying a word, he turned around and went back to his room, slamming the door shut.

He sat down at his desk, opened his laptop, and clicked on an encrypted file.

On the screen, the secret surveillance footage of his room popped up.

In the picture, Sheng Weiwei, with her increasingly obvious pregnant belly, is standing in front of her mother, Zhuang Linyue.

Her head was slightly lowered, and her humble posture made his heart ache.

"Okay... I understand."

"I see."

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

His mother sat there, her every word like a knife chilled to the bone.

Fast forward the surveillance video; Zhuang Linyue is gone.

Sheng Weiwei sat by the bed for a very long time.

She sat there, her back slender, motionless, like a sculpture that had lost its soul.

Bai Yu could even sense the overwhelming discomfort she felt from that stiff back view.

Finally, she stood up and took the prenatal education storybook from the bedside table.

They left.

Bai Yu felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by a large hand, making it hard to breathe.

He slammed the laptop shut.

He suddenly stood up and rushed downstairs.

Inside the restaurant, exquisite dishes were already laid out, and Zhuang Linyue was waiting for him with an elegant demeanor.

"Ah Yu, you're back. Come and eat."

Her voice was as gentle as ever, as if nothing had happened that morning.

Bai Yu stood motionless by the dining table.

His gaze was cold and hard, fixed directly on Zhuang Linyue's face.

"mom."

He spoke, his voice chillingly cold.

"I know you don't like Vivi."

"But I will marry no one but her in this life, I only love her."

Zhuang Linyue froze, staring at him intently, as if she were watching a joke.

"What kind of spell did Sheng Weiwei cast on you that makes you so clueless?"

"How can she enter the Bai family while pregnant with another man's child? If outsiders find out that the Bai family is raising someone else's child, where will the Bai family's reputation be?"

"She's carrying my child!"

Bai Yu practically roared it out.

He stared at his mother's shocked face and began to relentlessly utter each word.

"From beginning to end, she was innocent and only had me as her man."

As soon as he said it, he knew it was all over.

The organization's secrets, the identity of the warlord, everything... is highly classified.

He knew that severe punishment awaited him.

But he couldn't care less now; he didn't want Sheng Weiwei to suffer any more injustice.

Zhuang Linyue was completely stunned, and the napkin in her hand slipped to the ground.

"What do you mean? Sheng Weiwei...she's pregnant with twins, and they're your children?"

Her mind was buzzing. How could this be? Was he not healthy enough?

"You know the nature of my job."

Bai Yu's voice carried a devastating weariness.

"I lied to her."

"I hope you will stop embarrassing her."

"She's had enough of suffering with me."

After saying that, he didn't look at his mother again, turned around coldly, and strode out.

The direction is towards the airport.

Zhuang Linyue was the only one left in the restaurant.

Her usually dignified and elegant face was now pale with shock, all color drained from her.

With trembling hands, she dialed the number she knew by heart.

As soon as the call connected, her beautiful voice cracked, and she cried out in a sob.

"Old Bai, come back quickly!"

......

Moonlight filtered softly through the window curtains, gently spilling into the room.

Sheng Weiwei leaned against the headboard, holding her phone, wanting to send him a message, but ultimately didn't.

Madam Bai's words were barbed, piercing her heart.

She never even considered entering the Bai family's gate.

But I felt a tightness in my chest, a bittersweet feeling.

As if sensing her emotions, the little ones inside her suddenly kicked from both sides, making her hiss and gasp.

She lowered her head and gently stroked her high, protruding belly, her voice soft and gentle.

"Hey, you two little rascals, behave yourselves."

"Okay, okay, stop making a fuss. How about Mommy tells you a story tonight?"

The door was gently pushed open.

Qingning walked in carrying a plate of sliced ​​fruit, her steps very light.

She placed the fruit plate on the bedside table, her gaze immediately drawn to Sheng Weiwei's round belly.

She reached out and carefully touched it, and a little foot popped out, the force of which made her eyes widen in surprise.

She gestured, "Sister Weiwei, can I hear what they're saying?"

Sheng Weiwei was amused by her serious expression.

"Okay, listen."

Qingning turned her head to the side, gently pressed her ear against her warm belly, closed her eyes, and looked focused and devout.

It was gurgling inside, and the little ones were making a lot of noise, like they were churning the water.

A few seconds later.

Qingning's body stiffened abruptly.

She suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes filled with terror and horror.

She jerked away abruptly, her mouth agape, but no sound came out. She could only frantically gesture, her movements fast and chaotic.

Sheng Weiwei was completely confused, but her heart inexplicably started to race.

"Qingning, what's wrong?"

"Don't rush, tell me slowly, what happened?"

Qingning's eyes reddened with anxiety. She pointed to her stomach, shook her head frantically, and flailing her hands wildly in the air.

She glanced at the paper, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote a sentence on the drawing paper.

[Baby, something's wrong! We need to get to the hospital right away!]

boom--

Sheng Weiwei's mind went blank, all the blood in her body rushed to her head, and then she went completely cold in the next second.

"Danger? What danger?"

She was so frightened that her hands and feet went weak, and she threw off the covers to get out of bed.

Qingning didn't have time to explain and turned to rush out of the room.

Soon, she dragged a bewildered Gu Xingnian in and barged in, then proceeded to give her a dazzling array of gestures.

Gu Xingnian's expression changed from confusion to solemnity, and finally to extreme seriousness.

He strode to the bedside, supported the swaying Sheng Weiwei, his voice urgent yet steady.

"Weiwei, don't panic, don't be afraid."

"Qingning said, 'Baby, there's a problem with the blood transfusion.'"

Gu Xingnian took a deep breath and quickly explained.

"Identical twins are at risk of transfusion syndrome, where one baby can donate blood to the other, which is dangerous for both of them!"

"I'll call Dad right away and take you to the hospital right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Sheng family sprang into action, and the group rushed straight to the hospital.

...

It's 10 p.m.

A dark figure nimbly scaled the courtyard wall and quickly climbed onto the second-floor balcony.

Bai Yu skillfully pushed open the balcony door and slipped into Sheng Weiwei's room.

He was greeted not by the familiar warm lights and the person he longed for, but by a cold, empty room.

The lights are on.

But the person was not there.

His heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling crept into his heart.

Where could she go so late?

His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the conspicuous drawing paper on the desk.

He walked over and picked it up.

"Baby, there's danger! We need to get to the hospital right away!"

Those words, like a sharp knife chilled to ice, pierced his heart.

Bai Yu's blood had gone cold.

Without thinking, he jumped from the second-floor balcony and headed straight for the hospital.

When Bai Yu arrived at the hospital, Sheng Weiwei had just finished her examination.

It is indeed transfusion syndrome. Fortunately, it was detected early and has not yet reached its most severe stage.

The doctor recommended surgery tomorrow.

After completing the admission procedures, Sheng's father took Gu Xingnian and Qing Ning back home first.

Only Sheng's mother remained in the ward to keep her company.

Sheng Weiwei lay on the bed, completely stunned, her hands and feet ice-cold.

Aunt Sheng held her hand, murmuring words of comfort, but she couldn't hear a word.

The ward door was suddenly pushed open.

A tall figure barged in, covered in dust from his journey.

The man was wearing a simple black shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular chest. He was breathing slightly unsteadily, clearly having run there.

It's Bai Yu.

Sheng Weiwei turned her head and looked at that familiar face; her eyes instantly reddened.

Mrs. Sheng glanced at him, got up and walked out, considerately closing the door behind her.

Bai Yu strode to the bedside.

He pulled her into his arms, enveloping her in his burning chest, his arms holding her tightly.

"I am coming."

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a soothing quality.

"Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will be with you and the child."

Sheng Weiwei looked up at him with her wet eyes, "Bai Yu, you have your own life."

Bai Yu didn't speak, but just looked at her intently.

He took a ring box out of his pocket and opened it.

Sheng Weiwei stopped breathing.

Inside the box lay a perfectly cut purple diamond, its dazzling colors refracting in the pale light of the hospital room.

He gazed at her with deep affection, as if trying to draw her in.

"Weiwei, I saw this when I was shopping at the mall the other day."

"Its name is very beautiful, it's called 'A Glance That Lasts a Thousand Years'."

His voice carried an undeniable certainty.

"I was captivated the moment I saw you."

"Sheng Weiwei, listen carefully."

"In this life, I only want you."

"I may not be the eldest son of the Bai family, but I will always be the father of your child and your support."

He closed the ring box and, without a word, shoved it into her palm.

The warm touch was clear and real.

What belongs to you, no one can take away.

"I'll put it on you when you're ready."

Tears streamed down my face.

She suddenly remembered a saying: I can give up everything, but you can't give me nothing. I don't want anything because I don't want to put you in a difficult position; you don't give anything because you think I don't deserve it.

But he gave everything.

Outside the door, Madam Sheng listened to the man's words and was deeply moved. She silently turned and left.

That night, Bai Yu stayed by her bedside, which made Sheng Weiwei feel incredibly at ease.

The next day, at the Central Hospital.

Sheng Weiwei's fetal endoscopy surgery was completed safely, and she has been transferred to a VIP ward.

Bai Yu sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl in his hand. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently to cool it down, and then brought it to her lips.

Sheng Weiwei obediently opened her mouth and drank it, her eyebrows curving into a smile, revealing her satisfaction.

Her phone suddenly rang, and the screen lit up. She swiped to check it.

A message came from an unknown number: Zhan Xiao is still alive.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened in shock...