Chapter 120 The Hatred That Couldn't Be Recalled
Liang Yuwei paused, his gaze unconsciously shifting downwards to her lower abdomen, his fingers remaining on the keyboard, motionless.
His fingers, which had been rhythmically typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped.
Although it was only for a moment, the pause in that glance was exceptionally noticeable.
"How long has it been?"
"One month."
She answered in a low voice.
Actually, she herself couldn't quite remember when her last period was; she only vaguely remembered that it was at the beginning of the month.
At that time, she was busy with a brand event and didn't pay attention to the subtle changes in her body.
"Where's the baby's father? Why isn't he here?"
Liang Yuwei knows that a person's psychological state when facing pregnancy is often closely related to whether they have someone to rely on.
She looked up at Song Zhiwei.
Song Zhiwei immediately responded.
“He was away on a business trip, so I came with him.”
She knew that someone had to step in and smooth things over, otherwise Mengxi would be forced into a corner with nowhere to escape.
That sounded agreeable; at least no one looked at her strangely.
The examination room was quiet, with only the occasional soft hum of the instruments.
Liang Yuwei continued recording the information with a blank expression.
No one questioned her, no one scrutinized her; she could finally catch her breath.
Two minutes later, he tore off a printed document and handed it to Jiang Mengxi.
"Go to the third floor for a check-up, get the report, and then come back."
He knew what to do and what they needed.
It's not about sympathy, but about clarifying the situation as soon as possible.
Song Zhiwei took the order and pulled her upstairs.
She gently grasped Jiang Mengxi's cold hand and felt the slight trembling of her fingertips.
The elevator was dimly lit, and the mirror reflected the blurry images of the two people.
Looking at her friend's pale face, Song Zhiwei felt a pang of sadness.
But she dared not show it, and could only hold her hand tightly.
"Zhiwei, I'm so scared."
Jiang Mengxi's voice trembled.
"I've been hiding at your house lately, I don't dare go back. If my belly gets any bigger, my dad will definitely beat me to death. People in our circle will gossip about me to death too."
Her eyes reddened as she said this, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Song Zhiwei gently patted her shoulder, feeling uncertain herself.
She didn't know how to comfort her, nor did she know how things would end.
If it were her, she most likely wouldn't keep the child.
After all, life has just begun, career has just started, and there are still too many uncertainties in the future.
But she also knows that everyone makes different choices, and you can't use your own standards to measure other people's lives.
But Mengxi is different.
If I have a miscarriage, I may never be able to be a mother again.
Jiang Mengxi has a history of ectopic pregnancy.
The doctor had warned her at the time that her fertility had been impaired.
If she miscarries again, she may lose the chance to become a mother forever.
Song Zhiwei knew about this, so she couldn't easily advise her to "get rid of it" like others would.
"Then... what if I find a fake marriage?"
"As long as you make it clear to the other party that it's just an act, a family marriage, who really has feelings for each other?"
Jiang Mengxi suddenly raised her head, a faint light flashing in her eyes.
Arranged marriages are not uncommon in their circle.
Many people get married for financial gain, with feelings becoming secondary.
Song Zhiwei frowned: "But what if he finds out..."
She looked at her friend hesitantly, her tone filled with worry.
A sham marriage sounds like a solution, but it also carries enormous risks.
If the other party discovers the truth, not only will the engagement be nullified, but it could also trigger an even bigger uproar.
"No way!"
Jiang Mengxi quickly chimed in.
“I’m all prepared. If he finds out it’s fake, I’ll just pay him to break up.”
Song Zhiwei remained silent.
She can't help with this kind of thing.
She pursed her lips and finally just sighed softly.
Fortunately, Jiang Mengxi didn't dwell on it any longer.
She quickly turned and walked to the blood drawing window, cooperatively rolled up her sleeve, and let the nurse insert the needle into her arm.
The two waited quietly on a bench in the corridor.
The air was filled with the distinctive smell of disinfectant, typical of hospitals.
Song Zhiwei looked down at her phone. The screen had just gone dark when it suddenly lit up again, and a notification sound rang out crisply.
She pressed the answer button, and Zhou Yuze's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Zhiwei, are you home tonight?"
Upon hearing that sound, Song Zhiwei's fingers instinctively curled up.
"I'm not home, I'm out with friends, and I still have some things to do."
Zhou Yuze gave a soft "hmm," his tone largely flat.
"So... around what time should it be done?"
She glanced down at the time in the upper right corner of her phone; it was only a little past seven.
It was completely dark outside, and the streetlights were turning on one by one outside the window.
"Nine o'clock, I guess."
She answered.
Zhou Yuze was silent for a moment.
After a moment, her voice lowered further: "Then...can you come pick me up at nine o'clock?"
Song Zhiwei was stunned for a moment.
She never expected that he would ask her for a favor.
Her heart skipped a beat, and then she heard him continue, "There's a dinner party here, lots of people and lots of chatter, it's a bit difficult to handle, I'd like to ask you to help me out."
She couldn't speak.
It's not that I don't want to go, but... I'm afraid to go.
Actually... she was a little afraid to see him.
It wasn't out of hatred, nor resentment that he had betrayed anything.
Instead, she was afraid that if she looked up and saw his face, she would uncontrollably think of the Qiao Yiqing incident again.
"If it's really inconvenient, then forget it, I'll figure something out."
His voice lowered.
Song Zhiwei's throat tightened suddenly, her nose stung, and her eyes welled up with tears.
He used to be the person she trusted most.
She had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius, and he didn't sleep all night, wiping her body with a wet towel every half hour to lower her temperature.
But now, in just over a month, how come they've become so estranged?
She bit her lower lip, leaving faint marks from her teeth, and finally spoke in a low voice.
"I'll try my best to go. Send me the address."
She knew she couldn't bring herself to completely cut off contact.
Because she can't forget.
The light he gave her was so bright.
Even now, with her heart shattered, she still can't completely escape that shadow.
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Yuce's voice suddenly lit up.
"Okay! I'll send it to you right away, Zhiwei, thank you so much."
The next second, my phone vibrated and a WeChat message popped up.
Song Zhiwei didn't reply and gently pressed the hang-up button.
She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and sighed softly.
Just then, a clear notification sound came from the consultation room window: "Number 56, pick up your report."
Jiang Mengxi immediately got up and went over to retrieve the examination report.
The two returned to the consultation room with the report.
Liang Yuwei took the form, glanced at it, and said calmly, "It's nothing serious, all the indicators are normal. The vomiting is probably from eating something bad, and your stomach is a little irritated. Your situation is special right now, so we can't prescribe any medicine. Go home and rest more, and don't touch anything cold or spicy."
"Then... will it be better tomorrow?"
Song Zhiwei couldn't help but press for an answer, her brow furrowing slightly.
She's going on a business trip tomorrow; the itinerary was set a long time ago and can't be changed.
She felt uneasy leaving Jiang Mengxi alone at home.
Liang Yuwei looked up at her, then at Jiang Mengxi, his tone steady.
"It's not a big problem, you should be fine tomorrow. Just eat a light diet and drink plenty of water."
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