Therefore, we absolutely cannot let her give birth to this child.
Huang Yan thought so, but she knew in her heart that scheming against the martyr's widow would be a disgrace if word got out, so she had to do it secretly and not let outsiders find out.
Huang Yan glared at Cheng Hongmei, signaling her to shut up: "What nonsense are you spouting outside? Go home."
"Mom, I'm just curious..."
"What are you curious about? A young girl like you is always asking about things. Is this something you should be worrying about?" Huang Yan grabbed Cheng Hongmei's arm and pulled her outside, warning her in a low voice, "Once you're out of the house, don't say a word to anyone. If you dare to say something that ruins important things at home, your dad will break your legs."
The noisy sounds in the courtyard faded away, and silence returned.
In the inner room of the main hall, Fang Qiaoping lay on the wooden-framed double bed, turned her gaze away from the window, lowered her head, and gently touched her high-protruding belly with trembling fingers.
Abortion...
So that's what the Cheng family was planning.
That fall in your past life was probably not an accident.
Desiring to seize Cheng Baidong's inheritance, she deliberately caused her to fall and miscarry, but the baby was too far along in the pregnancy and survived. So, she went all out and showed her true colors, seizing the brick house that Cheng Baidong had built with his own hands. She not only took the child but also slandered her and drove her out of the house.
But they took the child away but didn't want to raise him. The premature, frail baby, only a dozen days old, was sent to another province in the dead of winter.
She searched for her family for decades, only to learn in her old age that her child had just been sent away and died on the train a few days later, hastily buried by human traffickers in the wasteland by the river.
Throughout her life, she searched and searched, but in the end, it all came to nothing.
Fortunately, there are gods watching over us. In those years, she didn't find her own daughter, but she helped countless people find their lost children. Her good deeds brought her blessings!
Heaven has a benevolent heart and spared no one. It took pity on her and allowed her to return to her youth. Her daughter was still in her womb, and everything was still possible!
Just as Fang Qiao was stroking her belly in a daze, her belly suddenly twitched and hit her palm.
It's fetal movement!
The baby is kicking her.
Realizing this, Fang Qiao finally felt the reality of being reborn.
Meanwhile, far away, unbeknownst to Fang Qiao, the man buried deep beneath the avalanche ice slowly opened his eyes.
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