Shen Jinmo climbed out of the river in a disheveled state, slumped on the beach, soaking wet. His face, though still handsome, was as pale as paper.
Search and rescue police and salvage teams continued to enter the river.
He still couldn't bring Song Anran back.
He felt guilty towards Lu Zhiwei, and even more so towards his grandmother.
I just hope that Song Anran dies in the river this time and never comes back.
This woman is like an invisible plague; you can't get rid of her no matter what you do.
It can inexplicably come back after being disinfected once, leaving people feeling tired, lethargic, and even nauseous.
Lu Zhiwei was not surprised to learn that they had failed to capture Song Anran.
Song Anran is like a thousand-year-old fox spirit who has become a demon. She deliberately stopped her car on the bridge, indicating that she was prepared to jump into the river.
If her brother Song Hanzheng becomes an obstacle on her escape route, she can simply abandon him.
Through the influence of the person in charge of the Lu family hospital, Lu Zhiwei informed all hospitals, large and small, in Yunzhou that if any suspicious persons such as Song Anran/Shen Shuyuan were found in their medical records, they should be reported to the police immediately.
She also listed Song Anran's specific characteristics, the fact that she was pregnant, and her skills in painting, etc., to popularize everyone's understanding of Song Anran, to be careful and to encourage the public to take precautions and report her.
Song Anran's ordeal inevitably affected her pregnancy; if she wants to give birth smoothly, she must go to a hospital.
That evening.
Jiang Jingyu saw a reward message on her phone.
The bounty was issued by Lu Zhiwei, which identified Song Anran as Shen Shuyuan, the adopted daughter of the Shen family.
She had been serving this woman for several days, but she never expected that the person she was serving was not the daughter of the Song family, but her adopted daughter Shen Shuyuan, whom she hated and looked down upon the most.
Jiang Jingyu sat blankly in the chair, pounding her chest and stamping her feet in anger.
How could she be so stupid as to not realize that Song Anran was that bitch Shen Shuyuan, and had served her for so long for nothing?
This was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation and blow to her.
Knock knock knock—
Someone was banging heavily on the door.
Jiang Jingyu was startled and stood up, grabbing a fruit knife from the table.
Song Anran has been staying at the nursing home where she lives for the past few days.
He went out all day and hasn't come back yet; he's probably already hidden somewhere else.
The sudden knock on the door—could it be that you've come back again?
Jiang Jingyu dared not open the door; her hand gripping the knife trembled uncontrollably.
He took out his phone to call Shen Jinmo.
Although Shen Jinmo had not contacted her since the IVF incident, the mother and son had become like strangers.
But in this critical moment, she had to swallow her pride and beg for peace in order to ensure her own safety.
"Open the door, Jiang Jingyu. I've poured gasoline all around your room. If you don't open the door, I'll set this place on fire."
Jiang Jingyu is a young lady from a wealthy family who has never experienced much hardship.
They couldn't withstand such a threat.
"I..." Jiang Jingyu was wondering whether she should make the call.
Never mind, let's give it a try.
Jiang Jinyu still dialed the number.
Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off.
Shen Jinmo's phone had already fallen into the river when he smashed it against Song Anran during the day.
Jiang Jingyu gave up after failing to get through on her first try.
"Jiang Jingyu, open the door! My stomach hurts so much! You can ignore me, but you can't ignore your grandson's life, can you?"
Song Anran kept knocking on the door.
In the quiet of the night, the caregivers and other staff at the nursing home had all gone to bed.
Jiang Jingyu loves peace and quiet and lives in a private villa, which is not in the same building as the main building of the nursing home. Moreover, she has a chaotic private life and often hangs out with her mahjong partners. Fearing that her son would find out, she removed all the surveillance cameras around the villa.
Song Anran only hid here after confirming several times that there were no surveillance cameras around.
Moreover, with the child in her belly, she has absolute control over Jiang Jingyu.
Stomachache?
Is she about to give birth?
In a moment of desperation, Jiang Jingyu put down the knife and her phone and opened the door for Song Anran.
Wearing a hat and a baggy men's suit, Song Anran didn't look like a pregnant woman; she looked more like a middle-aged man with a large belly.
The caregiver, who was getting up at night, saw that the lights were still on in Jiang Jingyu's villa so late, and rubbed his eyes.
She saw a greasy middle-aged man enter her house.
The caregiver shook her head and smiled. This Mrs. Shen really couldn't stand being alone; she wouldn't even let go of a man like this.
But these working-class women dared not discuss the private lives of these wealthy people.
He glanced at it, smiled, and went back to his room to sleep.
Jiang Jingyu led Song Anran into the house and closed the door tightly.
Severe from contractions, Song Anran collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her stomach and groaning in pain, "It hurts so much."
Jiang Jingyu had given birth before. At that time, she had the best medical care in Yunzhou, but giving birth to Shen Jinmo still took half her life, so much so that she refused to have a second child with Shen's father even if it meant her death.
“You should see a doctor if you have a stomachache. It’s no use coming to me. I’m not a doctor,” Jiang Jingyu said helplessly, frowning.
Seeing her face contorted in pain, she was able to empathize.
"If I could find a doctor, would I come to you?"
Song Anran gripped the sofa, gritting her teeth in pain.
A contraction struck, and she involuntarily gripped the sofa tightly, her sharp fingernails leaving several noticeable scratches on it.
The pain of contractions is like the pain of twelve ribs breaking at the same time.
Jiang Jingyu sighed: "Your baby isn't due yet, is it? Giving birth now would be premature. If you don't see a doctor, there's a high chance of a difficult delivery, and the baby could also be in trouble. I'll call an ambulance for you."
Although Jiang Jingyu disliked Shen Shuyuan, she never liked her from the beginning.
As a woman myself, I couldn't bear to see her suffer the pain of childbirth, especially since she was about to give birth to her grandson.
Large beads of sweat dripped down Song Anran's fair forehead.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't muster any strength.
But when she heard that Jiang Jingyu was going to fetch a doctor, she stood up without saying a word, grabbed Jiang Jingyu's hand, and said, "You're not allowed to go. If you want to kill me, then I'll die with the baby in my belly."
“You keep threatening me with this child. To be honest, I was extremely unwilling for my son’s child to be born from your womb, Shen Shuyuan. If all else fails, you can die with this child, and I’ll make my son have another child with another woman.”
Jiang Jingyu is a sophisticated egoist.
Upon hearing this, Song Anran scoffed.
"You want to get away with it? Harboring a fugitive is a serious crime. Shen Jinmo still cares a lot about the child in my belly. If my child is killed by you, do you think he will save you when you go to jail?"
These few words plunged Jiang Jingyu into fear once again.
"So... what exactly do you want?"
"Go to the hospital and find a reliable doctor to help me deliver the baby." Song Anran slumped back onto the sofa, her short hair soaked with sweat, looking utterly disheveled.
"Are you kidding me? Doctors in nursing homes treat the elderly, not pregnant women, let alone deliver babies. Besides, I'm so old. If the doctors knew they were delivering a baby in my room, they'd think I was shameless for having a child late in life."
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