Fu Yanshen snorted coldly, released the hilt of the knife, turned around and walked towards me, pulling me into his arms.
Sheng Beichen leaned against the wall, his whole body weak and powerless, looking like he was on the verge of death. He looked at me with his eyes half-closed and said, "Sister... I'm in pain."
His voice was hoarse and had a hint of coquetry. Suddenly, I remembered how he used to hug me and cry after being beaten when he was a child.
In an instant, I buried my face in Fu Yanshen's chest.
"sister!"
Looking at her indifferent attitude, Sheng Beichen felt as if the knife in his abdomen was stabbing into his heart, causing him excruciating pain.
He's about to die, and she's still so indifferent.
When he was little, she would worry and feel sad whenever he had a fever. She would stay by his side and take care of him like a mother, even though she was about the same age as him. She would put fever-reducing patches on him and secretly feed him canned yellow peaches.
Sheng Beichen felt increasingly saddened as he thought about it, his eyes welling up with tears. He watched helplessly as Fu Yanshen picked up Sheng Qiaoqiao and carried her towards the door.
He still doesn't think he did anything wrong; he just loves her and wants to possess her exclusively.
Sheng Minghui regained his senses and, seeing his son on the verge of death, quickly ordered the bodyguards who had come with him to rescue him.
He had no fatherly affection for this son, didn't know how to treat him, and only gave him orders. In the past, it was Dai Xiufen who disciplined him.
...
The villa was located deep in the mountains and forests. Only after I stepped outside did I realize that Fu Yanshen had arrived by helicopter.
The interior of the luxurious private helicopter is comparable to that of first class.
I fastened my seatbelt, leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, tilted my head, and looked out the window at the sky.
Fu Yanshen squatted down in front of me, using a warm, damp cloth to wipe my bare feet, and then helped me put on socks and slippers.
"How did you hurt your arm?" he asked, holding my hand with concern.
"I cut myself with a fruit knife when I forced Sheng Beichen to let me go. It's very shallow, nothing serious," I said, only then belatedly realizing the pain.
I completely relaxed, but my whole body ached.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, are you stupid? You knew I would definitely come, so why did you threaten to kill yourself? Don't you know it's dangerous?" He gently pinched my chin, making me face him, his tone slightly reproachful.
He was afraid that I would get hurt or in danger if I resisted, so I should obediently wait for him to save me.
“Fu Yanshen, I’m not the spoiled young lady I used to be. I have the courage to fight back now. Besides, when I heard him say that he deliberately miscarried the child, I was so angry and furious that I couldn’t care less about anything else. I even wanted to kill him.”
As I was speaking, I turned my head and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Thinking that my child hadn't left on his own but had been murdered, my heart felt like it was being pickled in strong salt water, aching terribly, and I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.
I wish I could turn back time to that night and prevent the tragedy from happening.
Fu Yanshen stood up at some point, patted my back, and pressed me against him.
I leaned on his waist and couldn't hold back anymore, bursting into tears.
“That year was so hard for me. Just thinking about it makes my heart bleed. I feel so guilty, ashamed, and remorseful… Now you're telling me it was lost right before my eyes… Why… why didn’t I feel anything? Why couldn’t I stop it… why couldn’t I protect it…”
I cried as I poured out the pain in my heart.
Perhaps, for ordinary people, losing a child is nothing; they can get pregnant again. But for me, it's different. I've been reborn. I lost one child before I died in my previous life. This child means more to me than just flesh and blood, a little life...
Hearing Sheng Qiaoqiao's self-reproachful words, Fu Yanshen felt both heartbroken and worried that her depression might relapse. He gently stroked the back of her head.
"Qiaoqiao, it's my fault. I didn't protect you well. I was too selfish. It's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself," he said sincerely.
She was still crying, so he could only bend down and keep saying "I'm sorry" in her ear, taking all the blame upon himself to prevent her from attacking herself.
...
When I woke up, I was lying on Fu Yanshen's large single-level bed. Only two bedside lamps were lit in the room, and the other side of the bed was empty.
I turned over, and in the dim light, I saw a dark figure standing by the French windows.
It was him.
The figure looked lonely and sad.
I remembered the words he said to comfort me before...
So, is he blaming himself now?
It wasn't his fault, really. The grievance has its source, the debtor its debtor. It's Sheng Beichen who's so inhumane... I've figured it out, and I'm not blaming myself anymore.
I got out of bed, walked towards him, and hugged him from behind.
He visibly froze.
"Fu Yanshen, it's all in the past." I buried my face in his back, inhaling his scent, and murmured.
When he first found out I had a miscarriage, I also said, "It's all in the past." At that time, I was just trying to avoid the issue.
Fu Yan took a deep breath, grasped my left wrist, and gently stroked the barely noticeable scar with his fingertips, as if to comfort me.
He suddenly turned around, put his arm around me with one hand, and covered my lower abdomen with his palm through my nightgown.
The warm touch penetrated the fabric and pressed against my always-cold belly, which he gently rubbed.
I don't know how much time passed, but he pinched my chin again and kissed me.
Unlike previous kisses, this one seemed devoid of any lust, gentle and tender, like a comfort and a tender gesture.
He left me, glancing down at me, the lights of the night view outside reflecting in his eyes, shimmering with tiny sparkles.
“Let’s go to the temple together another day to perform a memorial service for it. I previously set up a children’s charity fund for it, and I also donated the 50 million you returned to me into it,” he said gently.
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