C61 (1/2)

”Xiao Yan, you're pregnant.”

”What did you say?” He opened his eyes and sat up on the bed.

Yang Ziying jumped in fright, and quickly went over to check if she was not feeling well, ”Slow down, Xiao Ran, you will get angry.”

”I won't have this child!” Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes were bloodshot. Her hands tightly gripped the clothes on her abdomen and felt the skin underneath. The child could not be born, and that night was a mistake.

”He's your child.”

”No, I won't be born. I won't be able to give him a complete life.” Mo Xiaoxiao cried. She raised both of her hands and hit her stomach. All of this was wrong.

She had met the wrong person at the wrong time, so she didn't love Xiao Menghan. Xiao Menghan also wouldn't love her, they couldn't give their child a complete home, and would only repeat the same path as her.

Yang Ziying trembled. Without even thinking, she waved her hand: ”No matter where he came from, he is your child, even if he is a monster, he is nurtured in your body, and is blood related to you.”

Yang Ziying sat down on a chair beside the bed with trembling hands. She lowered her head and buried her face in her hands, tears flowing out from between her fingers.

Jing Xiaoxiao's mouth was wide open, and her brain was a little muddle-headed.

Lowering her head to look at her stomach, Mo Xiaoxiao did not change her mind. She wanted to let this child go.

Xiao Yan, I beg you, don't let this child go. If you don't want to raise him, give him to me when you are born. I will not let him affect your life.

Yang Ziying raised her head, with tears dripping from her eyes.

It was not the first time in her life that she had begged someone so. She had begged her father-in-law for over a dozen years, but her son had still been sent away.

Earlier, she had begged her husband to keep the child inside her, so the husband could only shake his head.

Yang Ziying only wanted to leave a little of his son's bloodline. She knew how much Xiao Meng Han liked him, and she also knew that this was the only chance she had to leave her son's bloodline.

This was because Xiao Zhenhai had already decided to erase Xiao Meng Han, or to imprison her in some place forever.

Yang Ziying might never see her son again. Pain tore at Yang Ziying's brain. She was going crazy, and the child in her stomach was her only hope.

If she knew this would happen, she would rather lose her job than have a spy interview at Young Master Qin's clubhouse.

”I don't want anything, I just want to leave by myself. Now, immediately, I don't want to see any of you again.”

”Xiao Yan, can you really not keep him? We are both women, are you really that cold-blooded? ”

”I'm cold-blooded. Do you know how he got into my stomach? Do you know how it feels to be imprisoned by a monster? Do you know the pain of losing your favorite man? ”Yang Ziying, you still have your son, you still have your husband, and your family. I don't have anything left.”

Yes, he had nothing left. He slowly covered his stomach with his hand. A burst of pain came from it and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her face was pale as she fell back onto the bed.

The familiar pain was something she could only endure. She could only bear with it and let the vile spawn in her stomach flow away. Even if she died, she didn't want to take her child to hell.