That year, Ji Yuqi stayed in the obstetrics ward for a full fifteen days.
The number of pregnant women in the ward changed one after another.
When the mothers saw her, who had no children or relatives around and whose meals were all taken from the hospital cafeteria by the nurses, they would curiously ask:
"Where are your children?!"
"Why didn't your husband send you postpartum meals?!"
"Even though the job market is fierce these days and men are under a lot of pressure to support their families, the food in the hospital cafeteria is completely devoid of nutrition. Doesn't he know that women need to nourish themselves after giving birth in order to recover as quickly as possible?! Such an irresponsible husband clearly doesn't love you. Why did you still give birth to his child?"
At first, she remained silent.
Later, her nerves became numb.
When she replied to them, there was even a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
She said: "My child is in the neonatal ICU and his condition is not very good, but the doctor said there is still a chance."
She said: "My husband didn't come to the hospital to take care of me because I didn't have a husband."
She also said: "Actually, the food in the hospital is not bad. The stir-fried cabbage is very tender."
Everyone felt that the smile on her lips was weird and creepy.
Only she herself knows: how desperate it is.
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The woman in the middle bed had just given birth to a chubby, fair son, which made the boy's parents very happy. When they came to the hospital, they not only gave a thick red envelope, but also worshipped the mother and son like Bodhisattvas.
The mother saw Ji Yuqi lying there quietly, with no one visiting at mealtime, so she signaled her confinement nanny to serve her a bowl of chicken soup and dumplings.
Ji Yuqi subconsciously wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes and quickly refused: "Thank you, I'm not hungry."
The mother smiled and said, "I just heard the nurse who changed the dressing say that you have just been transferred out of the intensive care unit. Eat something nutritious so that you can recover your strength."
Ji Yuqi still refused. How could she have the nerve to eat someone else's postpartum meal?
The mother continued, "Today is New Year's Eve, and according to the custom in the imperial capital, we all eat dumplings. When you were taking a nap this morning, I overheard you calling for your child. A mother has no right to be sick. You should eat more and get well soon so you can go home and see your child."
Ji Yuqi was somewhat moved.
As she stood up and made a move to reach for the chicken soup and dumplings, her mother-in-law, who had hurried back from seeing off guests, saw her and immediately said, "There's only so much chicken soup and dumplings. If you let her eat them, what will you eat?! If you don't eat enough, how can you have milk to feed the baby?! Do you know what the dumplings are filled with?! Abalone filling, it's so precious. If she's hungry, call her husband and ask him to bring her some."
The woman in labor saw Ji Yuqi's already ugly face, which instantly became even uglier. She glared at her mother-in-law, then said awkwardly, "Don't mind me. My mother-in-law is just outspoken and doesn't mean any harm. Eat up. There's plenty of chicken soup and dumplings. At worst, I'll ask my husband to go home and get some."
Ji Yuqi shook his head and said, "I suddenly remembered that the doctor said I should avoid certain foods recently. Thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it."
The woman in labor knew that what her mother-in-law had just said had deeply hurt Ji Yuqi. After all, it was very abnormal for her to be alone in the hospital on New Year's Eve without any family members visiting her.
The mother stopped forcing herself, fearing that if she insisted, Ji Yuqi would feel even worse.
Ji Yuqi used the excuse that she wanted to sleep for a while and pulled the curtain beside the bed.
In the ward, as the baby peed and happy laughter continued to echo, Ji Yuqi lay on his side and carefully took out the household registration booklet from under the pillow.
She flipped through the household registration book, staring at the page with Ji Niancheng's name printed on it for a long time, then pressed it tightly against her chest and whispered softly: "Chengcheng, Mom misses you so much, I miss you so much... What should Mom do to make you come back to me, Chengcheng, my precious son..."
In the afternoon, Ji Yuqi fell into a deep sleep.
Not solid.
While I was half asleep, I faintly heard someone turning on the TV. Soon, I heard the financial news anchor reporting a news story about Pei Yucheng secretly returning to China to attend a project signing ceremony.
"Someone broke the news earlier, saying that Pei Yucheng repeatedly postponed the group's general meeting because of poor decision-making. He was afraid of being jointly removed by all major shareholders at the meeting. He has been staying abroad all these days and dared not return to China. Now he has been slapped in the face."
"In the current imperial capital, Pei Yucheng is the one who must not be disobeyed or provoked. Who dares to dismiss him?! I'm afraid he's tired of living."
"Today's influencers are willing to fabricate any rumors just to gain traffic."
"They are madly testing the brink of death. Their courage is commendable."
Ji Yuqi suddenly woke up, pulled open the curtain, and saw the familiar figure on the TV screen...
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