Ye Ruohuan slowly stood up from the bed, looked at Fu Yijian who was standing in the dark, and asked weakly, "Where is the person outside the ward just now?"

Fu Yijian lowered his eyes, hiding the expression in his eyes, walked over, put his coat on Ye Ruohuan, and coaxed her, "Be good, don't ask, we'll go home now."

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Ruohuan asked puzzledly.

She felt that after Fu Yijian went out, his whole aura changed when he came back.

Fu Yijian said calmly: "Nothing."

He picked up Ye Ruohuan horizontally, weighed the weight in his hands, frowned, and felt that it was a little light.

Fu Yijian kept it in mind silently, then calmly carried Ye Ruohuan out of the ward.

The snow outside had stopped a long time ago. Even in the afternoon, the sky was gloomy, which made people lose interest. However, it was very consistent with Ye Ruohuan's mood at the moment, as heavy as the snow pressing on the branches.

Ye Ruohuan looked at the scenery passing by outside, and was moved by the scene. Her eyes became red, her nose became sore, and sadness rose from the bottom of her heart.

Fu Yijian seemed to have noticed it. He hugged Ye Ruohuan tightly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, as if he was pitying her, and whispered, "Listen to me, don't think about it anymore."

Fu Yijian's voice was magical, coaxing Ye Ruohuan.

"Hmm..." Ye Ruohuan closed her eyes, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes. She sniffed and responded heavily.

When he returned home, Ye Ruohuan discovered that there was suddenly one more person.

She looked back at Fu Yijian in confusion, and Fu Yijian answered her doubts: "You just had a miscarriage, and Auntie is here to help you recover."

Ye Ruohuan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Fu Yijian took Ye Ruohuan upstairs. Ye Ruohuan saw that the windows around were closed and the room was very warm.

Ye Ruohuan came out of the bathroom, standing barefoot on the warm wool blanket, motionless.

Everything in this room reminded Ye Ruohuan that her child had been miscarried.

Ye Ruohuan suddenly felt a sore feeling. She clutched her clothes with her fingers and held on to stand there tightly.

Fu Yijian came up with the medicine soup and saw Ye Ruohuan standing barefoot on the ground. His brows furrowed, he put down the medicine, walked to Ye Ruohuan and carried her to the bed.

Fu Yijian suppressed his anger, but still couldn't help but lecture Ye Ruohuan: "It's freezing outside. If you stand barefoot on the ground, you will get cold. What if you get sick in the future?"

Fu Yijian has been paying close attention to Ye Ruohuan's physical condition since her miscarriage. He always keeps the doctor's advice in mind, especially remembering that pregnant women must take care of themselves after a miscarriage and must not be exposed to cold or freeze, otherwise they will develop a chronic illness.

Ye Ruohuan bit her lower lip, lowered her eyes and said nothing. She knew that what Fu Yijian said made sense, but she also felt bad.

Fu Yijian picked up the medicine on the table and coaxed her softly, "Drink the medicine and replenish your body."

Ye Ruohuan smelled a strong aroma of traditional Chinese medicine, her brows furrowed, she stared at the bowl of black stuff, her mouth tightly closed, refusing to open.

"Be good, drink it."

Ye Ruohuan shook her head and refused to listen to Fu Yijian's coaxing.

Fu Yijian glanced at her calmly and said in a deep voice: "If you don't want to drink, I have plenty of ways to make you drink."

Ye Ruohuan wrinkled her nose, closed her eyes reluctantly, and drank the bowl of medicine.

When she opened her eyes, Fu Yijian's handsome face enlarged in front of her. Fu Yijian leaned close to her mouth without any disgust and carefully licked the medicine that slipped down the corner of her mouth.

Ye Ruohuan slightly opened her lips in surprise, giving Fu Yijian an opportunity to take advantage of. He flexibly slipped into Ye Ruohuan's mouth and mixed his lips and tongue with hers.

Ye Ruohuan's consciousness was gradually swallowed by him. When she was about to lose her breath, Fu Yijian slowly let her go, rested his forehead against hers, and stared at her affectionately with his eagle eyes, "This can be considered as sharing weal and woe."

Ye Ruohuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes avoided, and she did not respond.

Who would be willing to share the joys and sorrows in this way?

Fu Yijian put down the medicine bowl, lay on the bed, hugged Ye Ruohuan, and said slowly: "Huanhuan, let's talk, ok?"

Ye Ruohuan lowered his eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Fu Yijian rested his chin on Ye Ruohuan's head and said in a deep voice: "It is a fact that the child is gone. We can't escape it."

Ye Ruohuan's eyelashes trembled violently. She bit her lower lip tightly and said nothing.

Fu Yijian moved his thin lips down to Ye Ruohuan's face, raised his fingers, stroked her lower lip with his fingertips, and continued: "I know it's hard for you to accept it for a while, but... you have to cheer up, you still have me, if you fall, then I will be the next one."

"So, for me, Huanhuan, you can be stronger, okay?"

Fu Yijian kept kissing Ye Ruohuan's face, begging her softly.

Fu Yijian used his actions to tell Ye Ruohuan that he was still by her side.

Ye Ruohuan closed her eyes and a "hmm" escaped from her mouth.

Ye Ruohuan slowly fell asleep, and when she was about to fall into a dream, she felt a force behind her, pushing her into the abyss, and then she woke up with a start.

This process only lasted ten minutes. Fu Yijian noticed that Ye Ruohuan was acting strange. He asked worriedly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Ye Ruohuan grabbed Fu Yijian's clothes and cried, "Yijian, I dreamed that someone pushed me from behind... I remember that someone pushed me... That's why I fell down the stairs..."

"Tell me, who wants to harm our baby?"

Ye Ruohuan looked at Fu Yijian with a pleading look, her vision blurred by tears.

She finally remembered that someone had pushed her, clearly intending to cause her to have a miscarriage.

Fu Yijian's eyes were stern, "You said someone pushed you?"

Ye Ruohuan nodded, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably: "Yes, I remember it very clearly... She was wearing a white dress, she was a woman!"

A trace of fear flashed across Ye Ruohuan's eyes, and he felt both hatred and fear for this unknown killer.

Fu Yijian calmed Ye Ruohuan's fluctuating emotions with his big hand, and coaxed her softly, "Be good, don't get excited, I'll check it out."

He didn't believe that this was an accident at first, but now that Ye Ruohuan had confirmed it, he was even more certain that someone had been watching them from behind for a long time, and that this was a long-planned conspiracy.

Fu Yijian narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashing from the corners of his eyes. Anyone who dared to challenge him like this would soon be dead.

Ye Ruohuan still felt uneasy. She grabbed Fu Yijian's hand and said, "Yijian, you must... avenge our baby. The baby is innocent... How could someone else kill him? We can't let go of... the mastermind behind the scenes!"

"I will." Fu Yijian promised in a deep voice.

Late at night, Fu Yijian finally coaxed Ye Ruohuan to sleep. He quietly got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom, went to the study, and called his assistant.