Chapter 231 She is pregnant
Tears welled in her eyes, her voice choked yet gentle: "Mai Dong, I'm here, I'm right here! Can you hear me? I've been waiting for you... I've always been here."
Song Yazhi and Fang Xiaoju's faces instantly turned ashen, their lips pressed into a thin line. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and resentment.
They never expected that the first person Fu Li'an called out to while unconscious was not his mother, but his wife, whom they called a "husband-killer."
Seeing this, the head nurse's attitude softened subtly.
She coughed lightly and said, "The patient has shown clear signs of consciousness, which is crucial. According to hospital regulations, immediate family members can stay temporarily for observation and care. Everyone else—please leave now and do not interfere with the patient's recovery."
Song Yazhi opened her mouth, wanting to argue a bit more, but Fang Xiaoju grabbed her wrist and said in a low voice, "Auntie, stop talking! Brother Maidong just had a reaction, the most important thing now is to stabilize him. Let's go first, don't cause trouble here!"
At the head nurse's suggestion, the two were eventually persuaded to leave the ward, and the door was gently closed, isolating them from the outside world.
After everyone left, Qiao Wanyin finally couldn't hold on any longer. She leaned against the edge of the bed, her shoulders trembling slightly, and tears silently streamed down her face.
She raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, but fearing that her tears would fall on Fu Lian'an's face, she could only bite her lip and suppress her sobs.
She gently stroked Fu Lian'an's bandaged face, her fingertips carefully avoiding the wounds, her voice trembling with heartache: "Silly boy...you said you'd come back safely, you said you'd protect yourself...how could you let yourself get like this? Do you know how scared I was...how scared I was that I'd never see you again..."
Qiu Zishu silently retreated to the door, gently closed the door, and stood leaning against the corner of the wall, watching the two departing figures at the end of the corridor with mixed feelings.
She didn't speak, but simply waited quietly, giving them this space to be alone.
In the corridor, Song Yazhi and Fang Xiaoju sat side by side on a cold bench, their faces gloomy and unpleasant.
The stark white light illuminated their stiff profiles, and neither of them spoke again.
"Auntie, don't worry."
Fang Xiaoju comforted him softly, her tone tinged with caution, "Brother Maidong definitely cares about you. What happened just now was just a moment of emotional outburst. He didn't mean to upset you."
"Shut up!"
Song Yazhi turned her head sharply, her eyes piercing Fang Xiaoju like ice blades, her voice cold and almost devoid of warmth, "We are too useless, we can't even beat a pregnant woman from the countryside. The dignified Fu family has been turned upside down by an outsider, it's a complete disgrace."
Fang Xiaoju's nose tingled, and her eyes instantly reddened. She lowered her head, her fingers trembling slightly as she twisted the hem of her clothes tightly. "Auntie, I... I really just wanted to comfort you and tell you not to be too sad. Brother Maidong... he has always respected you..."
"Enough!"
Song Yazhi waved her hand impatiently, her movements crisp and decisive, as if trying to shake off all her weak emotions. "When Maidong wakes up, I'll naturally find a way to make him understand who truly cares for him and who is the backbone of this family. None of you are allowed to interfere!"
Inside the ward, Qiao Wanyin carried a basin of warm water, gently wrung out a towel, and carefully wiped Fu Lian'an's cheeks and arms little by little.
Her movements were extremely gentle, as if she were afraid of hurting him; each touch was like soothing a sleeping soul.
His hands were covered with a mix of old and new scars, his knuckles were rough, and the cracks had not yet fully healed. The dark brown old scars were already deeply embedded in his skin, like silent accusations etched by time.
Those marks, like needles, pierced her eyes and then plunged into her heart, causing her so much pain that she could barely breathe.
"Fu Li'an, listen to me clearly."
She choked back tears, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable stubbornness, "If you dare to just abandon me and the child like this, I swear, I will remarry and find someone who truly cares for us, and let the child call someone else 'Dad'! I will never let your child be left alone and helpless!"
Before she could finish speaking, a hot tear finally succumbed to her suppressed emotions, sliding down her cheek and landing on his pale face, leaving a barely perceptible wet mark.
In that instant, his fingers trembled violently, as if that tear had awakened some dormant sense.
Then, his fingertips moved slowly, and little by little, with difficulty, he hooked her finger. The movement was slight, but real.
"Ophiopogon japonicus?"
Qiao Wanyin suddenly raised her head, her heart pounding, and her eyes gleaming with barely suppressed joy.
But when she looked closely, she found that his eyes were still tightly closed, his breathing was steady, and he had not really woken up.
She paused for a moment, then pursed her lips and gently wrapped the hand that was being held in her palm.
When the nurse came in to change the dressing, she casually pulled back a corner of the curtain. It was already pitch black outside, with only the dim yellow light from the corridor shining in, casting long shadows on the floor.
She then realized that it was already dark, and time had passed by unnoticed.
Qiu Zishu peeked out from the doorway, her wisps of hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze. She asked softly, "Sister Wanyin, are you inside? I brought you some food."
"No need, I'm not hungry."
Qiao Wanyin waved her hand, forcing a smile, "Zishu, thank you so much for today. You should go back now. I'll stay here and watch over things; nothing will happen."
Qiu Zishu refused to leave. She strode in, shoved a package of oil paper into her hand, and said firmly, "Eat something, even if it's just for the baby in your belly. You're not alone anymore; you have to think about the baby."
As soon as the oil paper was opened, two plumes of white steam rose up, and a fragrant aroma wafted out—it was freshly baked meat buns, with thin skins, generous fillings, glistening with oil, and still steaming hot.
Qiao Wanyin then noticed that her stomach was rumbling.
Throughout the day, she hadn't eaten anything properly except for a few sips of water. Her body was already exhausted, but she kept pushing herself to the limit and refused to collapse.
She lowered her head and took a bite. The hot soup melted in her mouth, and the warmth flowed down her throat to her stomach. It was as if this simple food had given her renewed strength.
"I was outside just now..."
Qiu Zishu lowered her voice, looked around, and continued, "I heard Aunt Song and Fang Xiaoju whispering in the corner of the corridor. It seemed like they were discussing how to report you as soon as Commander Fu woke up, saying that you took advantage of his unconsciousness to occupy the ward and that you made up a story about being pregnant."
After listening, Qiao Wanyin smiled coldly, her eyes calm to the point of indifference. "Let them say what they want. The truth will always come out, and I'm not afraid of their gossip."
"But……"
Qiu Zishu frowned, looking at her with a worried expression. "You're pregnant now, and your body is already weak. You can't keep pushing yourself like this. What if something goes wrong?"
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