Chapter 2： Painful production (1/2)
Shi Qing took the phone handed by the servant, as if holding the last straw.
She dialed the most familiar number--
Beep, three beeps.
”Who?” A clear female voice came from the receiver.
Shi Qing was taken aback.
She typed wrong? impossible.
Her mobile phone's end number is 520, and the other party's is 521. She can't remember it wrong.
”Hello? Words!” The other party increased the volume.
This time, Shi Qing heard who she was.
The bad premonition gradually became like a haze, ”Shigure? Why do you have Xingze's phone?”
There was silence on the phone for three seconds.
Shi Qing pinched the phone's fingertips tighter and tighter, and a layer of sweat drenched in her palms, ”Give the phone to Xingze, I want to talk to him.”
”What are you looking for my fiance for? Today is our engagement celebration. As a younger sister, are you coming to congratulate us?” Shiyu finally said.
”You...your fiance?”
Shi Qing's originally chaotic brain was cut into a blank, and she repeated Shigure's words mechanically.
”Yes, we got engaged today! Your marriage contract with Xingze was cancelled because of your disorder, and now the future Mrs. He is me!”
”Who are you unscrupulous?!” Shi Qing grabbed the sheets tightly.
”You! The photos you gave to your child's belly have been sent to my father. Now He and our Shi family know about it! Dad, you never have to come back, even if you do, you will get fucked!”
”...”
Shi Qing breathed heavily, her face pale instantly.
She still wanted to ask more questions, but there were waves of congratulations, Shigure hung up the phone cruelly.
There was only a busy tone in the phone, like gears strangling her already fragile nerves——
Photos, belly, improper, everyone knows...
Suddenly a heartache came from my belly, and when I let go, the phone fell on the floor next to him.
The black dizziness in front of her came in bursts, as if a hand was inserted into her body, pulling her internal organs and constantly tearing outwards——
The body seemed to be suddenly broken, and a large area of the bed sheet was quickly wetted.
The old servant screamed in fright, ”Come on!!! The amniotic fluid, the amniotic fluid is broken...!!!”
………….
His hands clasped the sheets under him tightly, and the joints were white.