Accompanied by the ear-piercing siren, the ambulance was speeding down the wide and busy streets of the city. He Yan huddled beside Chen Heguo's stretcher, her wrist was tightly held by Chen Heguo. For signs, she lost her mind uncontrollably and stared blankly at the ambulance personnel busy beside her. She couldn't hear what they said.
Someone came over and broke Chen Heguo's hand, trying to free He Yan's wrist. Only then did He Yan raise her head dully, and said woodenly: "It's okay, just ask her to hold it."
The medical staff said something loudly to her, and He Yan listened hard for a long time. Only then did I understand what they meant. "The wounded have died," they said.
The dead man's hand was gripped so hard that even a young man could not break it. He Yan didn't respond, she just turned her head to look at Chen Heguo on the stretcher beside her in a daze. Under the oxygen mask, her face looked so small and white, as if all the blood had flowed from her whole body.
He Yan has killed people with her own hands, and she has seen other people's deaths at close range. She has even been in danger and faced death. She was not the kind of woman who would scream when she saw a wound, but she had never hated and feared death so deeply as before. Chen Heguo didn't deserve to die, even though she was reckless, naive, stupid, and self-righteous. But she didn't deserve to die, at least not like this.
He Yan didn't know how they rescued her hand from Chen Heguo in the end, and she didn't know how she got out of the hospital building. She sat down on the steps beside the building door and quietly Looking at the pedestrians who are still in a hurry in the night, they are fascinated.
When Fu Shenxing came to find him from elsewhere, she still sat there blankly until he walked in front of her. There was no response. He was a little startled, bent down to hold her shoulder, and called her name nervously, "Ayan? Ayan?"
He Yan then slowly raised her head. The frozen gaze slowly focused on his face, and he opened his eyes wide, looking at him without saying a word. Her gaze made Fu Shenxing's heart suffocate, as if someone had grabbed his heart. In addition to the dull pain, I only felt panic, but I didn't know what to do. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Ayan, listen to me--"
With a crisp "snap", her right palm slapped his face hard and without warning, so hard that she almost used all her strength. His face was turned to one side by her, and he froze there for a while before slowly turning around. He squatted down in front of her, looked up at her, bent his lips, and said, "There was only one time, before we went to Southeast Asia, I got angry with you and ran away to drink today--"
There was another "slap", and He Yan slapped him in the face bitterly again. Her hands were still stained with blood, and the blood stained his face, making the red fingerprints more and more clear.
Bloodshots slowly ooze from the corners of Fu Shenxing's lips, but he still just smiled lightly, "I happened to meet her there, and fell asleep in a daze."
He Yan didn't speak, just gritted her teeth and slapped him hard. After the slap continued, her hand was already numb, and she felt nothing but a dull pain.
Fu Shenxing raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb indifferently, and continued: "I regretted it when I woke up from the wine. I gave her medicine, but she didn't take it, so she secretly threw it away."
She raised her hand again, and still slapped him heavily. When he said a word, she slapped him, and after several slaps, her hand was so painful that she lost consciousness. But she didn't care about it, didn't say anything, just clenched her teeth and beat him fiercely. When he hit her for the last time, he stopped her halfway, held her wrist with a gentle palm, and even grinned at her, "Put the other hand, this hand will be swollen."
He Yan didn't change hands, and didn't hit him again. She trembled uncontrollably, her lips trembled, her words were out of tune, and she hissed, "She's only eighteen years old, she's only eighteen years old, she's still a child! Beast, Shen Zhijie, you are a beast. She Pregnant with your child, but you asked someone to kill her. No, you are not a beast, you are not as good as a beast."
"I don't want her to bear me a child!" He stared at her and said word by word: "Ayan, all I want is your child. In this world, I only want the child you gave me!"
"I will give birth to you? Do you want me to give birth to me?" She suddenly laughed lowly, and couldn't stop laughing until she burst into tears.
Fu Shenxing became a little panicked now, and clasped her shoulders with both hands, "Ayan? Ayan?"
It took a while before she stopped laughing, looked at him coldly, and said coldly and heartlessly, "Shen Zhijie, go ahead and dream, you kill your son, kill your own son, a beast like you is not worthy of children I don't deserve it. I won't give birth to you, even if I do, it's just one dead body and two lives."
These words were too vicious, his eyes were red with anxiety, he stared at her for a moment, then violently picked her up, ignoring her beating, just hugged her and walked out. A Jiang was waiting not far away. He was already frightened by the situation of the two of them, so he didn't dare to approach him. He just rushed ahead to open the door for Fu Shenxing.
The car was parked not far away, he stuffed her into the back seat, and he got into it too, still restraining her, refusing to make her move an inch. She refused to give in and struggled desperately, so he simply locked her in his arms and shouted in a deep voice: "He Yan! Calm down, don't hurt the child!"
She froze suddenly, as if struck by lightning, she froze there and couldn't move at all.
He still hugged her tightly without letting go, his arms subconsciously avoiding her lower abdomen, then slowly lowered his head, resting his forehead on her back, and said softly: "Your menstruation has been late for a week Yes. Ayan, you feel it too, don’t you? We have a child, we have our own child, and he is here.” He said, gently covering her belly with his palm, “Ayan, you Don't hurt him."
He Yan's heart kept sinking, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, and she couldn't reach the bottom no matter what. She forced herself to calm down, and let out a sneer with a different tone, "Shen Zhijie, are you out of your mind? Or are you crazy about wanting to have a baby? My menstrual period has always been inaccurate, so if my period is a few days late, I am pregnant?"
Fu Shenxing just smiled and didn't argue with her, "Whether you're pregnant or not, stop making trouble, don't hurt yourself."
She had gradually calmed down from the loss of control just now, no longer struggled, and only said in a cold voice: "Let me go, I will sit by myself."
He hesitated for a moment, then let her go, looked at her carefully with half of his red and swollen face, turned away from her face, and said solemnly: "Ayan, don't mess around, I want this child."
"I don't have a child here." She tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart, and challenged him with a cold face, "You do have a child with Chen Heguo, but you just killed it."
He ignored her sarcasm, but held her hand forcibly, interlocked her fingers, and said indifferently: "Even if there is not now, there will be in the future." He paused, and then continued: " Ayan, believe it or not, I didn't intend to kill Chen Heguo, her death was just an accident."