Chapter 751 Su Miao Extra 23
"Even if I don't have an abortion, the fetus will be malnourished due to my poor health, and the baby might be born with cerebral palsy." Just like you, Su Miao didn't say the last four words directly.
Words can be honey but can also be a knife. Song Hansheng was stabbed by this knife and bled profusely. The funny thing is that he was the one who handed the knife over with his own hands.
Everything she said made sense. Song Hansheng had been forcing Su Miao to sleep these past few days, as if he wanted to imprison her in his arms and melt her into his bones bit by bit.
Now that he is not allowed to sleep with her, Song Hansheng feels that something is wrong. After tasting meat once, he is still willing to eat vegetarian food?
But what Su Miao said was not without reason. He knew how light her sleep was and she would be woken up by the slightest movement.
Song Hansheng had to consider that compared to his own selfish desires, it would be better to let Su Miao recover her health first. When she got pregnant, she might look at him more with the child.
"You should have a good rest." Song Hansheng stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her forehead as usual, but just as he raised his hand and before he could reach out to Su Miao, his expression changed and he tilted his head.
She was silently rejecting him.
Su Miao hated him. She was even disgusted by his touch. Would she really be willing to get pregnant with his child and give birth to it?
At this time, Song Hansheng could only deceive himself. Perhaps Su Miao felt that he could not defeat him, so instead of struggling in vain, he might as well choose to accept it.
Or maybe she really wanted to leave a descendant for the Su family as she said. Having a child would give her the motivation to live and it would be a new life.
Song Hansheng didn’t want to think about anything else, nor did he dare to think about it. Some things could only be suppressed in the darkest part of his heart.
Song Hansheng silently put down his hand and clenched the cup in his hand: "I'm going out."
"Goodbye." Su Miao simply turned over and faced away from him without even a glance.
Su Miao opened her eyes only after hearing the footsteps getting farther and farther away until the door closed. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt the air became much fresher as soon as Song Hansheng left.
Song Hansheng returned to his bedroom, but he couldn't sleep. His assistant sent him Su Miao's information in prison, which included notes on the injuries she had suffered and the various things that had happened to her.
It is not difficult to find out, but he has never dared to look. Seeing the truth is equivalent to peeling off himself layer by layer and revealing his ugliest side.
Song Hansheng was proud and conceited. He could not accept the mistake he had made, and because of the "lesson" he casually said in a fit of rage, Su Miao suffered inhuman torture in there.
He didn't even dare to read Su Miao's injuries in full, let alone every word in the information.
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Su Miao nourishes her body every day. In order to keep her body healthy and get pregnant as soon as possible, she even gets up early every day to exercise. No matter how unpalatable the nutritious soup made by the chef is, she can drink it all without leaving a single mouthful.
Not to mention, her complexion did look much better. She was even in a good mood and took a photo and sent it to Qin Mo, telling him that she was doing well recently.
Two months passed in a flash, and Song Hansheng became busy. The news of his and Jiang Yurou's wedding had been leaked, and many reporters were watching.
He had to prepare for his wedding with Jiang Yurou while also having a child with her.
Every time Su Miao went to bed with Song Hansheng, she would take some medicine, some medicine that would facilitate conceiving a child and relieve pain. What hurt more than the physical pain was the pain in her heart.
Sometimes Song Hansheng would gently pat Su Miao's back to relieve her pain when she was enduring it.
There were many wounds on her back, and it felt rough to the touch. Every time Song Hansheng touched those wounds, he would be slightly startled and stop.
Su Miao naturally felt it as well. When he touched the scars on her body, she was also looking at the scars on Song Hansheng's body.
Unlike him, there was no guilt in her eyes. Instead, there was a sense of appreciation as if she was looking at a work of art. She suddenly reached out and touched the scar closest to Song Hansheng's heart. If it had been moved a little more, Song Hansheng would have died. This wound was the most fatal.
"Song Hansheng, it seems like you've never said you love me."
When she said this, Su Miao couldn't help but laugh. She raised her lips slightly, like a bewitching fairy: "Do you love me, Song Hansheng?"
Love? Song Hansheng paused, pondered for a moment, and then replied, "Love."
Su Miao pursed her lips and looked into Song Hansheng's eyes thoughtfully, trying to discern the truth and falsehood in his pupils.
"How much love is that? Will you go crazy for me, or die for me?"
Song Hansheng couldn't help but frown.
To put it bluntly, Song Hansheng doesn't believe that there are really people in this world who are crazy about love and loyal to love until death. This is not a TV series, and people don't live for love.
But if Su Miao was no longer by his side... Song Hansheng didn't even dare to think about this. How deeply did he love Su Miao?
He himself didn't even know the outcome. He touched Su Miao's right hand, the broken little finger, gently grasped it, and kissed it on his lips: "Miao Miao, I don't want to hurt you."
But the person I love the most is you, so what's the point of asking whether I love you or not? Song Hansheng didn't answer a single word, but there's a saying that goes, answering a question that's not really the question is the best answer.
"If Jiang Yurou and I fell into the water at the same time one day, who would you save?"
This kind of question is too common. When a girl asks such a question, it usually gives people the impression that she is insecure and unreasonable. However, Song Hansheng thought about it seriously and said, "I don't know."
Su Miao's face showed no sadness. "I suddenly feel a little fortunate. You actually hesitated and said you didn't know between me and Jiang Yurou, but didn't say Jiang Yurou's name right away. Doesn't that prove that my current status can be on par with Jiang Yurou's?"
"You and she are different. Don't compare us."
Su Miao's hand was still on Song Hansheng's left chest, and she could clearly feel his heart beating violently.
Such a strong heartbeat made her mistakenly believe that he really loved her.
But in fact, rather than saying that Song Hansheng loves her, it is better to say that he has a desire for her that he cannot get, and it is the unwillingness and paranoia that arises from it.
It was done, Su Miao was about to send everyone away. Now she didn't even need to wait for her to speak. Song Hansheng wiped Su Miao's body, brought her a cup of hot milk, and then left on his own.
But this time, he sat by the bed for a long time, staring at Su Miao's profile.
Su Miao felt the burning gaze with her eyes closed. She had to open her eyes and saw Song Hansheng frowning as if he was stuck in a problem and kept thinking about it.
She was about to speak.
Song Hansheng spoke up first: "Su Miao, maybe I love you, but I don't know what deep love is."
Missing one word can make a world of difference. If love is as light as the breeze in your mouth, then deep love is as powerful as the thunder in your chest.
"If you don't know or understand something, go learn it. Don't use the excuse of not understanding deep love to whitewash it later."
Song Hansheng: "..."
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