novelraw Chapter 223 - 143. A child over 1 month old is gone like this. _4
Chapter 223 - 143. A child over 1 month old is gone like this. _4
Her eyes were filled with grief, but she couldn’t provide any useful evidence. She could only keep repeating, "Madam, I’m not lying to you. I am truly innocent!"Cheng Shihong brushed off Zhao Ying’s hands, took a tissue to wipe her hands, and said slowly, "Whether you are pregnant or not is not up to you to decide. My son wouldn’t be so foolish as to be manipulated by a woman, and the doctor who made the diagnosis is a long-time friend of mine. If you say so, are you claiming they conspired with you to put on a show to deceive me?"
Zhao Ying quickly shook her head, "But I..."
"Enough!" Cheng Shihong cut her off sharply, then gave a signal with her eyes to the two burly men standing in the middle of the living room, "From now on, this person has nothing to do with me. The money she owes you, I won’t pay a penny. Just do as you should according to the rules."
The two burly men exchanged a glance. One of them stepped forward to pull Zhao Ying, who was kneeling on the floor, up and held her firmly. The other one stepped forward and said to Cheng Shihong, "Madam Mu, then we won’t disturb you any longer."
Cheng Shihong was a businesswoman, not some naive housewife. People with ties to the underworld are not to be underestimated in terms of their means and power, not to mention they are not afraid to die.
It was only because of her reputation that Zhao Ying had not been touched for so long. This time, they probably won’t let it go easily.
She nodded slightly, "Take care."
Zhao Ying was almost dragged out of the villa, her violent shouts echoing in the living room.
Aunt Zhou saw the scene and, even with a hint of pity, was overwhelmed by Zhao Ying’s malicious heart.
After closing the door, she walked to the sofa and said respectfully, "Madam, I feel guilty for not taking good care of the lady and the child in her belly, disappointing your expectations."
Cheng Shihong sighed. Zhao Ying’s screams made her head ache. Without any medication nearby, she had to press her temples with her hands.
What happened now was contrary to her original intent.
She only cared about the reputation of Nan Wan, not wanting to fall out with her own son, which was why she used such underhanded means to make Nan Wan leave Mu Huan voluntarily.
She never expected this...
Her voice lost its sharpness and spoke softly, "When the Young Madam is discharged, make more tonics for her and nurse her back to health."
Aunt Zhou quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, the lady’s health has never been too good, and she’s certainly exhausted this time. I will pay more attention in the future."
Cheng Shihong leaned back on the sofa, no longer in a domineering posture, and said slowly, "When Mu Huan comes back, tell him that this time... this time, it was my fault."
After receiving the phone call, she didn’t go to the hospital. She initially thought she didn’t have much feeling for the grandchild she had never met, but upon hearing the news, she was unexpectedly seized by an uncontrollable heartache.
There were too many things she had to guard, and besides her husband, no one would understand. Whenever the night was silent, those helpless decisions almost stifled her.
For the first time, she felt she was wrong.
Aunt Zhou quickly handed the tea on the table to Cheng Shihong’s hand. Although they were similar in actual age, they looked as if there was a decades-long gap.
When Mr. Mu returned to the Mu Family a few months ago, news reports were inundated with his stories.
Although she didn’t care about entertainment news, as a servant working in the Mu Family, she inevitably learned a thing or two.
While wiping away Zhao Ying’s tears from the floor with a tissue, she comforted Cheng Shihong, "Madam, the master was born after you carried him for nine months. There’s a special bond between mother and child. Even if there are misunderstandings and estrangement, there will always be a day they will be resolved."
Listening to her, Cheng Shihong felt the warmth of the tea relieve the agitation in her heart.
The sharpness in her brows and eyes softened slightly, and after a long time, she said faintly, "I hope so."
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Hospital.
Mu Jinqian came out of the director’s office and headed straight towards Nan Wan’s ward.
This wasn’t the hospital where he worked, but the current director was his mentor.
After the elevator arrived, the third room on the left was Nan Wan’s ward.
He knocked on the door.
After entering, he glanced at Nan Wan lying on the bed and silently gave her a thumbs up in his heart: An Oscar-winning actress whose talent was delayed by the medical career!
Then he looked at Mu Jinhua, his gentle features as warm as ever, "Everything’s sealed up nicely. Go handle your work, accompany your wife when you need to. I have things to do, so I’ll be leaving first."
Mu Jinhua, tall and upright, stood by the bedside, nodding his head with a deep voice, "Thank you, big brother."
Mu Jinqian brushed off the comment nonchalantly, started to leave, then suddenly remembered something and turned back, "Don’t go anywhere just yet; Dad will be coming over in a while."
Upon hearing this, Mu Jinhua’s calm and indifferent eyes didn’t show much fluctuation, as if he had anticipated it, "Mm, I won’t go to the office today."
The door was closed.
Nan Wan sat back up; after lying down for most of the day, her whole body felt sore and tired, "Why is sleeping more exhausting than going to work?"
She now had a taste of an actress’s grind.
Even if it’s just routine, a few people from the Nan Family would come in the afternoon. The mere thought of Jiang Xiaoman’s gloating yet fake face made her feel annoyed.
Mu Jinhua looked at the woman’s wrinkled little face, a faint smile playing between his brows. His deep and magnetic voice said, "Hang in there for two more days, then I’ll take you home."
If one were to probe, perhaps they could capture a hint of fondness in those calm eyes.
Nan Wan didn’t know how Madam Mu would deal with Zhao Ying, but when Madam Mu looked at her back then, the disdain and loathing in her eyes were utterly apparent. The agreement to the marriage was only because she was pregnant. From this point alone, it could be seen that Madam Mu valued the child in her belly.
So, the purpose of Madam Mu arranging Zhao Ying to be by their side was definitely not for the ’child’ in her belly.
Nan Wan, leaning against the pillow, looked down. Wearing a hospital gown, her delicate face seemed somewhat insipid at the moment.
Softly muttering, she asked, "Am I very scary?"
Mu Jinhua was silent for a moment.
He walked to her side, leaned down, and cupped her small face in his hands.
His deep eyes locked onto hers as he spoke in a low and deep voice, "She brought this upon herself, and you just went with the flow. If that’s considered scary, I would only be scarier."
His tone carried an innate warmth that could comfort the heart.
The man’s cool scent lingered in the air, and Nan Wan looked at the handsome face so close to hers, feeling a strange sympathy being smothered within her.
She curled her lips into a smile and spoke in a low but cheerful voice, "Clearly, it was your lie, yet I’m the one busting my chops to cover it up. That’s really unjust."