Chapter 204 How can I trust you?
She suddenly felt cold all over, as if she had been pushed into an ice cellar, and even her fingertips were trembling slightly.
At the moment when she needed his understanding and his support the most, he turned to someone else.
He chose his mother's "experience" and the excuse of "for the good of the child," but gently erased her true exhaustion, grievances, and perseverance.
"I'm a little tired and want to sleep."
She spoke softly, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.
After saying that, she turned to the side, her back to them, closed her eyes, and a tear silently slid down her cheek, soaking the pillow.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, but she tried hard to control her breathing, not wanting them to see her breakdown.
Fu Li'an thought she was really sleepy, so he gently pulled the blanket up for her, tucked her in, and whispered, "Then you should rest for a while and don't think too much. I'll go ask the doctor about the specific situation, and I'll stay with you when I get back."
As soon as her son left, the ward fell silent.
The gentleness on Song Yazhi's face vanished instantly, as if a mask had been removed, revealing the coldness beneath.
She approached the bedside, looking down at Qiao Wanyin's back, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips, her voice as cold as ice shards hitting the ground: "Now you understand? My son will only ever listen to me. No matter how reasonable other people are, he won't believe a single word they say."
Qiao Wanyin bit her lip, a faint taste of rust on her tongue.
She pinched her palm hard, trying to use the pain to bring herself back to her senses.
Her eyes welled up with tears, but she forced them back, her shoulders trembling slightly as she tried to compose herself.
Fang Xiaoju pretended to be concerned, gently sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly unfolded her skirt against the corner of the quilt.
She raised her hand, her fingertips carrying a deliberate gentleness, and slowly took Qiao Wanyin's hand.
"Sister Wanyin, Auntie is doing this for your own good, really."
Her voice was so soft it was almost sweet, “You’re pregnant now, so you have to listen to your elders and not be willful, right? For the sake of the baby, you have to be more tolerant.”
The hands were cold and wet, the fingertips icy, as if they had just been pulled out of cold water.
The moment she touched it, all the hairs on Qiao Wanyin's body stood on end, as if a slippery snake was quietly crawling across her skin.
Her stomach clenched violently, and she almost gagged, but she forced herself to endure the discomfort and suppressed the urge to shake off that hand.
She knew that she couldn't do anything rash at this moment.
"Xiaoju is right."
Song Yazhi stood in front of the bed, her hands folded in front of her, her expression solemn.
She stared down at Qiao Wanyin, her gaze sharp as a knife, devoid of any warmth.
"If you were smart, you would obediently comply and avoid trouble. Otherwise..."
She paused, a half-smile curving her lips, her eyes glancing intentionally or unintentionally at Qiao Wanyin's protruding belly.
That glance, light yet heavy as a hammer.
A chill suddenly ran down her spine, and Qiao Wanyin felt numbness in the back of her neck and stiffness in her limbs.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
A buzzing sound filled her ears, stripping away all the noise, leaving only one sentence echoing in her mind—she understood.
The mother-in-law never welcomed the child from the very beginning.
That unformed little life, under this eaves, was never regarded as a continuation of bloodline, but merely a bargaining chip that could be sacrificed at any time.
It could even be said that she would rather sacrifice her grandson than let her daughter-in-law leave the house, and get rid of the child in her womb as well.
"I'll go get you some hot water."
Song Yazhi's tone suddenly softened, and she turned around to pick up the thermos on the table.
The inner liner collided with the metal outer shell, producing a dull "clang".
As she unscrewed the lid, she instructed, "Xiaoju, stay here and talk to her, and try to comfort her."
The door was closed gently, the wooden frame making a soft "click" sound as it closed.
The room fell silent instantly, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The moment the door closed completely, Fang Xiaoju immediately released Qiao Wanyin's hand, her movements so decisive that it was as if all the previous tenderness had been an illusion.
She suddenly stood up, her skirt billowing in a cold, sharp arc.
The gentle expression on his face shattered like a mask, replaced by undisguised contempt and malice.
She stared coldly at Qiao Wanyin lying on the bed, her gaze as piercing as poison needles.
"It didn't feel good, did it?"
She lowered her voice and sneered, her tone full of mockery, "Being doubted by your own man, unable to defend yourself, must be really painful. But this is just the beginning, the real show is yet to come."
Qiao Wanyin took a deep breath; her lungs felt swollen and painful, but she forced herself to calm down.
Take one breath, then another, the rhythm gradually becoming steady.
She stared directly into Fang Xiaoju's eyes, her pupils reflecting the other's distorted face: "What exactly do you want?"
What do I want to do?
Fang Xiaoju seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world; her shoulders twitched, and she let out a short, mocking laugh.
"I want you to disappear completely! From this home, from Brother Maidong's side, from this world!"
She took a step closer, her eyes blazing with an almost manic fire. "And your spatial ability! I must have it! You think having a child will turn things around? Don't be naive! A bastard child can't win back your husband's heart, much less save you!"
Qiao Wanyin's heart skipped a beat, and her blood seemed to freeze instantly.
It turns out that the other party's obsession with space has reached such a crazy level.
It wasn't envy, nor covetousness, but a utter and complete desire to possess her, even if it meant stepping over her corpse to get there.
But for now, she has to make use of this.
We must lure her into this.
"What if... what if I were willing to give up the space?"
She deliberately softened her tone, her voice trembling slightly, as if she were making a concession out of extreme fear.
She lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of the blanket, showing her struggle and hesitation. "As long as it can save my life and my child's life... I can... consider it."
Fang Xiaoju's eyes lit up instantly, a greedy glint in them.
She moved closer impatiently, almost kneeling beside the bed, her voice trembling but urgent: "Really? You're willing to hand it over? When? How? Tell me quickly!"
"But how can I trust you?"
Qiao Wanyin stepped back, her back pressed against the headboard, feigning fear, and a thin layer of tears welled up in her eyes.
"You say it's none of my business, but what if you take the things and still harm me? Will you cause me to have an 'accidental' miscarriage? Or will you cause me to 'die'?"
I swear!
Fang Xiaoju said urgently, raising her right hand sharply and pointing to the top of her head, "I swear to God! As long as you transfer your abilities to me, I will never interfere in your affairs again! As for Brother Maidong... Hmph, he will eventually see who you are, and realize that you are nothing but a despicable person who rose to power through superpowers!"
Qiao Wanyin sneered inwardly upon hearing this.
Her face was still trembling, and a tear welled up from the corner of her eye, slowly sliding down her cheek.
She was waiting, waiting for that crucial moment.
Just then, the sound of steady military boots came from outside the door.
"Thump, thump, thump," the footsteps on the wooden corridor approached from afar, their rhythm powerful and firm.
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