Su Qing said to the baby who was only 6 weeks old.
"You can understand mom, right? Mom has given you a wonderful life, but I can only let you leave this world first... Baby, mom... mom... It's useless..."
Su Qing lowered her head and eyes, whispering softly to the baby in her belly that was probably just a bud.
As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, and soon... his vision became blurry.
She thought of Mu'er, the poor child who had not been with her since childhood.
She had already let one person down, and now she had to let another down.
It’s too difficult…
It’s really hard to decide...
If you choose Mu'er, you will lose the baby in your belly.
If you choose the baby in the belly, you will lose Mu'er.
She... couldn't let go of Mu'er's chubby, soft little hand.
She couldn't let go of the child who would look at her with pure and innocent almond-shaped eyes and call her Su Qing mother in a soft and tender voice.
Can't let go... Can't let go...
…
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Su Qing touched her belly and slowly raised her head.
She raised her face, took a deep breath, and finally made the final decision.
If Yi Nanfeng really proposed to her, she would marry him...
She was tired and wanted to be selfish for once.
Find a man who loves her, find a man who will not feel unfamiliar with Mu'er, and then spend the rest of her life with him in plain and simple companionship.
Her heart had died long ago, and she probably couldn't give Yi Nanfeng all her love.
But... she will try, she will do her best to be good to him, to stay with him till the end of his life, till the end of his life... until he grows old.
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"Xiao Qing, you're up... How are you? What do you want to eat? I was afraid that you might feel uncomfortable with the smell, so I asked the kitchen to prepare some porridge for you. I also asked someone to buy sour plums, oranges, and a lot of sour things... You like so much sour food this time, maybe you're pregnant with a son. I was like this when I was pregnant with Youyou..."
Sour boy, spicy girl, sour boy, spicy girl…
Xinluo was muttering to herself and had already begun to imagine that her little Yanyan would have a sister-brother relationship with Su Qing's baby in the future.
She has arranged for all of Xiaoqing's children to be born.
In the eyes of outsiders, Xinluo is obviously an elegant lady of high socialite.
But when he saw that Su Qing was pregnant, he started nagging like an old nanny, running around, fearing that he would neglect Xiao Qing.
Tired Su Qing felt warm in her heart when she saw Xin Luo like this.
"Lolo, just eat something easy to digest, I'm fine... I've felt much better these past two days, except for being sleepy. This kid..."
Su Qing subconsciously touched her belly, with a hint of sadness in her tone.
"This kid seems to be very sensible... He knows I've been sad recently, so he suddenly stopped making trouble."
Xinluo smiled: "From this point of view, he is still a man who knows how to love his mother... Xiaoqing, so in the end, the baby is the best. This child, you..."
"I plan to have an abortion." Su Qing knew what Luo Luo wanted to say.
She looked calmly at Xinluo's peach blossom eyes which widened instantly, and said lightly.
"You... Xiaoqing, do you know what you are saying? Didn't you tell me that you would think about it again and not jump to conclusions? The child is a gift from God, you can't do this."
"It's not a gift, no, Luo Luo... He is here to suffer, I can't take good care of him, I can't even take good care of Mu'er, I don't have the qualifications to be a good mother. So... I can't keep him..."
The palm of my right hand, placed on my lower abdomen, was flat and empty.
But when Su Qing said this, she suddenly had an illusion.
It was as if the baby in her belly heard her words and was sobbing softly.
Her baby was crying...
Update completed, see you tomorrow night at 6 o'clock~ (to be continued)