Du Tingting's eyes were red and tears were falling.
"I feel that if we give birth to this child, we will be betraying Qiu Tianer." Du Tingting couldn't be happy at all when she thought of Mu Qiu suffering alone in the hospital. Her heart ached.
"If we give birth to him, Qiu Tian will definitely feel that we have abandoned her. If she knew I was pregnant, she would definitely lose the will to live. Husband, we can't be so cruel to Qiu Tian."
Mu Mian felt bad too. He pressed Du Tingting back into his arms, clenched his fists, and swore, "Don't worry, Qiu Tian'er will survive, and you and the baby in your belly will survive too!"
Du Tingting's crying suddenly stopped.
Mu Mian thought his words of comfort had worked, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard Du Tingting say, "Today, I saw the heart transplant gene antibody test report in your safe."
Mu Mian froze.
Du Tingting pushed Mu Mian's hands away, she looked up and stared at Mu Mian with tears in her eyes.
Du Tingting took a deep breath before mustering the courage to ask him, "You took Song Fei's blood to match Qiu Tian'er's, and you..." Du Tingting questioned in a trembling voice, "Are you planning to kill Song Fei and dig out her heart to save Qiu Tian'er?"
Mu Mian's eyes were evasive and he didn't reply, but his face turned visibly pale.
Du Tingting said sadly, "That's Song Song's biological sister! Mu Mian, how could you be so cruel to kill someone else's daughter for our daughter?"
Mu Mian tried to argue, "But she's just a vegetable!"
Du Tingting pressed her heart and shook her head in pain, "Vegetative? The vegetative person you mentioned has woken up! If Song Fei hadn't suddenly woken up and disappeared, would you have dug out her heart and given it to Qiu Tianer? Tell me, is that right?"
Facing Du Tingting's questioning, Mu Mian's lips seemed to be sewn together with needle and thread, and he couldn't open them.
Du Tingting knew exactly what his silence meant.
Du Tingting's gaze towards Mu Mian gradually became unfamiliar.
She stumbled back and slumped down on the edge of the bed. Du Tingting lowered her head, her fingers dug deep into her long hair, pulling at it painfully. She muttered to herself, "How could you be such a person? How could you be such a person?"
"Where is the kind Mu Mian I knew?"
Du Tingting looked up and stared at Mu Mian.
Mu Mian had frozen like a stone statue. Hearing Du Tingting's repeated scolding, his heart was bleeding. He felt guilty, but he had no regrets. But he also felt unbearable. He was ashamed to let Du Tingting see him so cruel and ruthless.
"Song Fei is Song Song's sister." Du Tingting burst into tears. "Mu Mian. You face Song Song every day, don't you feel guilty? Every time Song Song asks you about Song Fei's whereabouts, how do you manage to talk to her without changing your expression?"
"Mu Mian, do you have no regrets?"
The naive Du Tingting never thought that not only Song Fei was the organ donor for Mu Qiuyang from Mu Mian, but even Song Ci, whom she regarded as her own daughter, was just an organ donor.
Seeing that Mu Mian remained silent, Du Tingting finally broke down. She picked up the cake box on the bedside table and threw it at Mu Mian. "Speak!"
The box was very light and could not hurt Mu Mian. One of the coconut balls rolled out and left some white debris on Mu Mian's face.
Mu Mian looked at the boxes and coconut balls scattered on the ground in front of him and was silent for a long time...
After a long while, a hoarse and desperate voice came out of Mu Mian's mouth: "What can I do?"
Hearing the voice, Du Tingting suddenly raised her head and stared at Mu Mian without saying a word.
Mu Mian lowered his head and looked into Du Tingting's eyes.
The man's eyes were filled with fragility and pain. "We only have this one child. She's our precious baby. From the moment she was born, we've given her our deepest love. Qiu Tian'er collapsed just like that. If she really died, you wouldn't be able to bear the pain of losing your daughter."
"It's not just you, it's me too."
"Tingting, just like you, I can't accept the possibility that Qiu Tian'er could die at any moment." Mu Mian clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh. "I want her to be alive! Alive and well! She doesn't have many days left to live. I can't bear to watch her die..."
Mu Mian squatted on the ground and growled in despair: "I can't do it! I just want her to be alive! I want my daughter to be alive, am I wrong?" When he shouted the last words, Mu Mian's voice broke.
He was crying, and the cry of a middle-aged man was the most tragic.
Du Tingting stared at Mu Mian in a daze. This was the second time she had seen him cry. The first time was on their wedding day, when he had put the ring on her finger and the passionate man had shed tears.
Du Tingting slid off the bed, knelt down and moved to Mu Mian's side, hugging him.
"Mu Mian." Du Tingting hugged Mu Mian's trembling shoulders and lowered her head to kiss Mu Mian's head. "Mu Mian, don't let the man I love become a murderer..."
Mu Mian hugged her tightly, sobbing heartbreakingly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Tingting..."
God knows how much suffering Mu Mian has been going through during this period.
Seeing Mu Qiu, who was becoming increasingly thin and depressed on the hospital bed, Mu Mian was extremely anxious. Looking at Song Ci's bright and flawless smile, Mu Mian felt guilty. Returning home to see the gentle and considerate Du Tingting, Mu Mian was so tired that he wanted to pull her aside and cry.
Finally, his dirty and despicable behavior was discovered by Du Tingting.
He's like a disgusting maggot.
That night, they hugged each other and cried bitterly.
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The next morning, Song Ci was once again woken by her alarm clock. She yawned, looked at the dawn, and cursed Han Zhan in a low voice before climbing out of bed to wash and change clothes.
Han Zhan finished his morning exercise, showered, and went downstairs to find Song Ci ready for breakfast. As he'd hoped, it was the spicy and sour rice noodles he'd requested the day before.
Song Ci, wearing a black apron, stood by the dining table and waved at him, "Brother Han, come here and try my cooking."
Han Zhan walked over without any expectations. He sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and tasted the rice noodles under Song Ci's gaze. After taking just one bite, Han Zhan put down his chopsticks and looked at Song Ci with some surprise.
"How is it?" Song Ci looked like a kindergarten kid waiting to be praised.
Han Zhan said, "The rice noodles are delicious." He had seen the weight loss meals made by Song Ci, and after eating her fried rice, he no longer had any expectations for her cooking skills. He didn't expect that this bowl of spicy and sour rice noodles tasted quite good.
Song Ci was very proud, "I watched the tutorial video several times yesterday."
Han Zhan thought about how Song Ci learned to cook by watching food videos, and his heart softened.
Song Ci struck while the iron was hot, grabbed Han Zhan's left hand on the table, and said to him affectionately: "Brother Han, I can't cook, but for you, I am willing to learn. Let's talk about finding a cook later. Let me feel the feeling of taking care of the man I love deeply first." She brought Han Zhan's hand to her mouth and lowered her head to kiss it.
Han Zhan's fingers retracted, but Song Ci held them tightly, not allowing him to pull them back.
Han Zhan couldn't handle his girlfriend's passion and romance.
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