He must have been provoked by Fu Yanshen.
The person who ruined most of his life's work and left him in a sorry state and bankrupt was none other than his own son. How could he not be shocked?
Thanks to timely rescue efforts, "Dad" pulled through, but he will need to undergo stent surgery or bypass surgery for further treatment.
"Qiaoqiao, you're penniless now, aren't you? Silly girl, you rushed to sell all your assets to your mother, now you regret it, don't you?"
After he woke up, he was panting heavily and said to me.
He looked more than ten years older today, with gray hair and sagging skin.
I shook my head gently and said nothing.
"You had no money, yet you came to help me pay my medical bills. You've always been kind-hearted and compassionate, unlike the Sheng family... they're all so shrewd and selfish. That bastard Sheng Beichen hasn't even shown his face yet. Fu... cough cough..."
When he mentioned Fu Yanshen, he started to have trouble breathing again, and I quickly advised him to calm down.
"No wonder. He was so tough when he was my bodyguard. If it weren't for the fact that he risked his life to save me, I would have fired him long ago. That brat, he's really determined to get revenge on me..."
It turns out that Fu Yanshen gained his father's trust by risking his own life.
“No wonder he doesn’t eat dumplings. His mother is the best at making dumplings… Eating dumplings probably reminds him of her… Just like me, I love her sauerkraut and pork dumplings the most. In previous years, I ate them with you to commemorate her…”
My father continued to ramble on, and thinking about what Fu Yanshen had gone through over the years, I felt a pang of sympathy.
Looking back now, I realize that his words in his past life, "I don't like children" and "I won't be a good father," were sincere.
He himself never received fatherly love, so how can he be a good father and be responsible for his children?
"That brat, so young, I wonder what price he paid to get a powerful figure, even more influential than your grandfather, backing him up behind the scenes to take revenge on the Sheng family..."
"Dad said again."
He stared longingly at a point on the ceiling, clearly curious and concerned about his newly reunited son.
However, given Fu Yanshen's personality, he would never acknowledge him, even if it meant death.
"Qiaoqiao, take this ring and exchange it for some money. It should be enough for you to live on for a while..."
I don't know how much time passed, but my father took out a warm-colored jade thumb ring from under his pillow and handed it to me.
This is the thumb ring he always carries with him; it's an antique from the Qing Dynasty, priceless, and he actually wants to give it to me.
I stood there, lost in thought, wondering if he had ever truly loved me, his "daughter," and if it wasn't just out of guilt...
Seeing that I refused, he glared at me and said, "Don't you want to take care of me anymore?"
I really didn't want to deal with him anymore.
I hesitated before accepting the ring, but I didn't pawn it. Instead, I borrowed money from Muye to pay for the surgery.
My two best friends, Ji Yan and Luo Luo, both sent me bank cards.
However, I haven't had the nerve to use their money yet.
I was in my first trimester and at risk of miscarriage. Makino wouldn't let me go out with him for performances and told me to rest peacefully in his apartment.
Having learned from my past mistakes, I dare not go anywhere; I stay in bed as long as I can.
I haven't told anyone about my pregnancy except Muye, not even Luoluo. Everyone says you have to keep it a secret for the first three months of pregnancy.
The saying goes, "Things are accomplished in secrecy."
These past few days, I've been constantly on edge, running to the bathroom every now and then to check if there's any blood on my underwear. Only when there's no blood can I relax a bit.
Not long after, I went to the bathroom to check again.
When Makino came back one day, she noticed my behavior, looked it up online, and said that I had pregnancy anxiety.
This anxiety can affect fetal development, so let me relax.
I heard that it would affect fetal development, and I fell into a cycle of fear and anxiety again.
I even started having insomnia. Every time I closed my eyes, I would dream of a car accident from my past life, which terrified me and left me feeling completely insecure.
I'm also worried that insomnia will affect the baby's development, and that the child will be born unhealthy...
In the dead of night, I held my phone, typing in that number I knew by heart, then deleting it again and again.
I want to tell him that I am pregnant, but I am very anxious and insecure. I want this baby to be born safely and healthily.
I think he will protect us.
In an instant, I laughed at my own thought.
I hugged my pillow tightly, closed my eyes, took deep breaths to relax, focused my attention on my breathing, and practiced meditation to avoid anxiety and overthinking.
Gradually, I think I fell asleep.
With a loud "boom," I suddenly opened my eyes to find the room as bright as day.
It is spring thunder.
The curtains were left open, and the dark sky was torn apart by several flashes of lightning.
I tensed up, my eyes widened, I held my breath, and dared not breathe.
The rain poured down.
Another clap of thunder sounded, and I felt a contraction in my lower abdomen. I realized that the baby in my belly couldn't be startled, and I panicked even more.
At that moment, it seemed as if a warm liquid was gushing out.
I froze.
After a long while, I finally mustered up the courage to look under my pajama bottoms—
In the dim light of the desk lamp, I could clearly see dark red bloodstains under the light pink silk pajama bottoms.
With a deafening roar, a thunderclap seemed to explode in my brain, leaving it buzzing.
I reached for my phone, my hand trembling, and instinctively typed in a number and dialed it.
The other party answered immediately.
"What is it?" A familiar, cool, and indifferent male voice came from inside.
"Fu Yanshen, it's me, I—"
"Ah Shen, I...I'm almost there..." Shi Jin's voice came clearly from the phone receiver, interrupting me.
"Jin'er—"
I heard Fu Yanshen's voice again.
"Fu Yanshen! Come quickly and save me and the baby! I'm pregnant!" In my desperation, I couldn't care less about anything else and shouted into the microphone.
He can definitely hear it.
I regained some composure and, fearing he might be too late, quickly dialed 120 again, for double protection.
However, he and the ambulance were slow to arrive.
I called Fu Yanshen's cell phone again and again, but no one answered.
He must be on his way here anxiously, right?
The 120 emergency hotline replied that due to the short-term heavy rainfall, many roads were flooded, and ambulances could not reach the affected areas, which would delay emergency treatment. They advised me to calm down and find someone to help me first.
At that time, Makino was still performing in another city, and I was all alone in the apartment with no one to help me.
I was bleeding from my lower body, and with every step I took, I was afraid that the undeveloped fetus inside me would be lost.
In the dead of night, I put on my coat and finally got into the elevator.
As the elevator descended to the first floor, I leaned against the marble wall and walked into the lobby. There, I saw the property security guard, and finally, I saw a glimmer of hope.
I waved to them and cried for help in a trembling voice.
I subconsciously looked down at my pajama bottoms.
When I saw the dark red stain between my legs, I covered my mouth with my hand and slowly slid down the wall.
Soon, I lost consciousness.
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