Chapter 154 Abortion and Hunger Strike

Fu Zheng turned a deaf ear and continued, "I'll ask Auntie to bring some food."

"I told you to get out, don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Wen Liang still had his eyes closed, his voice calm and cold, "That's right, otherwise you wouldn't have locked me in the bedroom."

Fu Zheng froze and stood there in silence for a long time. "Okay, I'll go out. When Auntie comes, you should eat something well."

He slowly walked out of the ward and sat down on the chair at the door, his eyes bloodshot.

Hearing the door creak, Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were red and filled with tears that couldn't stop flowing out.

Facing Fu Zheng, she could only hold on to the bed sheet tightly and restrain herself to prevent herself from losing control.

She had never regretted so much before. She regretted falling in love with Fu Zheng and regretted marrying Fu Zheng.

Wen Liang knew that she had few relatives and that they had passed away one after another, leaving her alone.

That's why she wanted a child of her own.

Therefore, even if she wanted to divorce Fu Zheng, she still wanted to give birth to the child.

This is her own child!

But this hope is just hope after all.

She didn't give birth to him.

She will never have children of her own again.

She is still alone in this world.

If he had not chosen to marry Fu Zheng, perhaps things would have been different.

Why is there no if in the world?

Auntie brought lunch and chicken soup. Looking at Wen Liang's pale face, she sighed, "Madam, please eat something."

"Don't call me Madam!"

The aunt was frightened. She glanced at the door and then said softly, "Miss Wen, please eat something."

"I don't have an appetite now, just leave it there!" Wen Liang said calmly, looking at the white ceiling.

Auntie wanted to say something else, but Wen Liang said, "Go out first. I want to be alone for a while."

The aunt had no choice but to go out, and looked at Fu Zheng smoking at the end of the corridor and walked over.

"Sir, the wife still won't eat."

Fu Zheng held the cigarette between his slender fingers and tapped the ash. "Let her be quiet for a while."

The ashes were blown away by the wind and fell to the ground.

There are countless cigarette butts on the ground.

Seeing Fu Zheng's red eyes and bloodshot eyes, the aunt sighed.

My husband never smoked before, but I don’t know when he became so addicted to smoking.

My father passed away two days ago, and my wife lost their child today. My husband hasn't had a rest for several days and can probably only rely on smoking to stay awake.

Or maybe, these two things are so sad and unexpected that one can only smoke to numb his emotions.

It was also her fault. If she hadn't gone to buy groceries at that time, my wife wouldn't have...

Now, the young couple probably has only one way to go.

For the entire afternoon, except for the medical staff who came to remove the IV drip from Wen Liang's hand, she was the only one in the ward.

In the evening, Fu Zheng entered the ward again.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Wen Liang slowly looked over. After seeing the person coming, he immediately turned his head away and closed his eyes.

Fu Zheng froze, took two steps forward, and stood two meters away from the bed. "Aliang, I know you don't want to see me, but can you eat something first?"

Wen Liang said nothing, as if he hadn't heard anything.

She had lost the desire to speak to Fu Zheng.

No matter what Fu Zheng said, she closed her eyes and did not react at all.

Until the next day, Wenliang still had not drunk a drop of water or eaten a single grain of rice.

Fu Zheng stood in the corridor outside the ward, his back looking lonely.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind and called someone.

"Hello, Fu Zheng?" Zhou Yu's voice came from the phone.

"It's me. Aliang had a miscarriage and now she refuses to eat or drink. Come and persuade her!" Fu Zheng held the phone tightly, his tone commanding.

She likes Zhou Yu so much, she should be happier if Zhou Yu comes over, right?

Hearing this, there was a moment of silence on the line, followed by Zhou Yu's accusing question, "Fu Zheng! Did you cause her miscarriage?! Why won't you let her go?"

Zhou Yu asked again, "Which hospital? Which ward?"

Fu Zheng gave the address.

"I'll be right there." Zhou Yu said and hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, Zhou Yu arrived at the ward and met Fu Zheng.

He didn't think that Fu Zheng's current haggard look was due to Wen Liang, but most likely due to the death of his grandfather, Chairman Fu.

He snorted coldly at Fu Zheng and pushed the door into the ward.

Wen Liang still thought it was Fu Zheng, so he closed his eyes and said nothing.

Zhou Yu walked forward, sat down beside the bed, and said softly, "Aliang, it's me."

Hearing the voice, Wen Liang slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yu, "Why are you here?"

"I came to see you." Zhou Yu saw the breakfast on the table and asked, "Have you had breakfast? Do you want me to feed you?"

"I have no appetite now." Wen Liang shook his head.

"Aliang, I know you can't accept the loss of your child, but from my perspective, as a friend who cares about you, losing this child is not a bad thing."

"Don't blame me for being blunt. Think about it. If this child is born, you'll never be able to get rid of Fu Zheng. I know you married Fu Zheng out of Chairman Fu's kindness. Now that Chairman Fu is gone, and the child he was tied to is gone, you can divorce Fu Zheng and be yourself again! Fu Zheng is a selfish, immoral capitalist. He's not worth wasting your energy on!"

Wen Liang stared at the ceiling, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

Yes, she can divorce Fu Zheng!

But what happens after the divorce?

She seemed to have lost the motivation to live.

The people she cared about passed away one after another, and she didn't know what the meaning of her life would be next.

Seeing that Wen Liang didn't react, Zhou Yu continued, "If Uncle Wen were still alive, he definitely wouldn't want to see you like this. Ah Liang, think about it, he used his own body to protect you, did he just want to see you lying half-dead on the hospital bed like this? You have to cheer up, live a good life, and make the most of every day in the future, so as not to let Uncle Wen and Grandpa Fu down!"

When Wen Yongkang was mentioned, there was finally a hint of color in Wen Liang's eyes.

Yes, her father was protecting her before he died. He used his life so that she could live happily.

And grandpa, it was because of her that he passed away with regrets despite his serious illness.

She still had to find Chu Siyi, as she still had a lot of things to do.

Even though she is alone now, she will keep going.

"I understand. You can go back first."

"Do you really understand?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll eat well." Wen Liang said softly. "Thank you for coming to see me."

Zhou Yu could see that Wen Liang had no desire to speak at all.

She promised to eat, which was good enough.

"Okay, I'll come see you in two days."

Fu Zheng was standing outside the ward. Through the window, he saw Zhou Yu sitting by the bed, talking to Wen Liang.

Wen Liang also opened his eyes and talked to him.

A moment later, Zhou Yu stood up, walked out of the ward, looked at Fu Zheng, snorted coldly, and strode away.

Afterwards, Fu Zheng saw Wen Liang propping himself up and sitting up from the head of the bed, taking the white porridge from the bedside table and eating it spoonful by spoonful.

Fu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was filled with bitterness.

Does she like Zhou Yu that much? !

Zhou Yu had just been in there for a short time and had only said a few words when she listened!