Hiding her pregnant belly and leaving, the CEO's ex-husband cried red eyes

Just by thinking about it, An Xia could imagine how devastated Lu Beichuan would be if he knew the news, and how sad and ugly his face would be.

He is not a qualified husband, but he is trying to be a qualified father these days.

Thinking of this, An Xia instinctively reached out to stop Zhao Mei from taking the report sheet.

"You can keep these here. As for Lu Beichuan... I'll talk to him about it."

Zhao Mei was stunned, but then she thought that if An Xia told Lu Beichuan about this, he might be able to accept it more easily, so she nodded and agreed.

"it is good."

Zhao Mei withdrew her hand and warned An Xia.

"Of course, you don't have to be completely discouraged now. Although it seems that the hope of keeping this child is slim, we will seize the opportunity as long as we have it, and we will make 100% efforts to keep the child. But the premise of all this is that you have to take good care of your body. Only when the mother is strong, the baby will have a place to hold on to."

An Xia forced a smile.

"okay, I get it."

After Zhao Mei left, the ward fell into a long silence.

Lying on the hospital bed, An Xia and Jiang Qingyu stared at the cold lists, seeming to be lost in thought.

Suddenly, Jiang Qingyu burst into tears.

Caught off guard.

"Xia Xia, I'm sorry..."

"Why are you saying this for no reason?" An Xia quickly put down the list in her hand and turned around to comfort Jiang Qingyu.

Jiang Qingyu hugged An Xia and his warm tears soaked An Xia's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault! If I hadn't said those things to you last time, maybe the baby would be fine and everything would be fine."

An Xia's eyes were also hot, but she managed to hold it back and patted Jiang Qingyu's back gently.

"How could that be? The doctor said it was my previous bleeding that caused the baby's unstable condition."

"It's not you, it's all my fault. The baby tried so hard to stay. He must have heard what I said and was sad, so... I'm sorry, Xia Xia... I'm really sorry..."

Jiang Qingyu knew how much An Xia valued this child, which was why he felt so guilty.

If she could do it again, she would never say those rude words.

Jiang Qingyu kept saying sorry and her voice became hoarse from crying.

An Xia coaxed and comforted her, and for a moment she even forgot her own emotions.

It was not until Pei Ming called that she stopped crying and sobbed as she answered the phone.

The clothes on both sides of her shoulders were wet from Jiang Qingyu's tears. An Xia touched her shoulders, feeling a little amused.

But after laughing, he suddenly froze again. The expression on his face dimmed a little bit, and he looked somewhere blankly.

Obviously, she was the one who should be crying the most, but at this moment, she inexplicably couldn't shed a single tear.

It was as if my tears had already dried up.

Besides being tired, she just felt powerless.

always like this.

I tried desperately to hold on to something, but I just couldn't.

My father is.

The same was true of my obsession with Lu Beichuan.

So do children.

always like this.

Her life seemed to be repeating a pattern.

Hope, hard work, continued efforts, and finally failure.

always like this.

It has never changed.

In the past twenty-three years of her life, she has been repeating this kind of life.

Jiang Qingyu had stopped crying when she came back from the phone call. Her eyes were swollen like two walnuts.

"Pei Ming said that Lu Beichuan is almost done and is about to come back." Jiang Qingyu sat down and asked An Xia: "Have you thought about how to tell Lu Beichuan about this?"

Suddenly, Jiang Qingyu felt a little sorry for Lu Beichuan.

As a bystander, she also saw how much the scumbag cared about the child.

He stayed with An Xia for as many days as she was in the hospital, and he did not arrange for a nurse or a servant. Except for nutritious meals, he took care of almost all of An Xia's daily chores during her hospitalization himself.

The more An Xia gained weight, the more he lost weight.

I read a lot of parenting books there, and when I chatted with Pei Ming and others, eight out of ten sentences were about me being able to see my daughter soon.

His attention and expectations for this child are no less than An Xia's.

An Xia shook her head honestly.

She hadn't thought about it from just now until now.

He stopped Zhao Mei from speaking because he didn't want Lu Beichuan to be hit by this fact too early.

"He will be very sad."

An Xia pulled her lips expressionlessly: "Maybe."

It's rare that a couple who have been sleeping in the same bed but having different dreams for three years finally start to care about the same thing and work hard together, but the result is still so regrettable.

"Xia Xia, if you don't feel comfortable saying it, just let the doctor talk to him." Jiang Qingyu still felt more distressed for An Xia.

From just now till now, she hasn't shed a single tear.

This situation made Jiang Qingyu feel a little nervous.

After An Xia thought about it, she said, "Forget it, I'll do it."

Perhaps the child's situation also represents the current situation of both of them.

No matter how hard you try, if you are destined not to keep it, you just can't keep it.

Watching the changes in Lu Beichuan during this period, An Xia actually had the idea of ​​living a good life with him after the child was born.

But now it seems that her thoughts were unnecessary.

After Jiang Qingyu stayed with An Xia for a while, Pei Ming came to pick her up. Not long after, Lu Beichuan entered An Xia's ward carrying a packing bag from Zhenbaozhai.

An Xia collected all the report sheets on the table.

There was a drawing board on the small table on the bed. She sat on the bed, drawing quietly.

When he walked in and saw this scene, Lu Beichuan had his first concrete feeling about the four words "the years are peaceful and quiet".

In a year, their child will be born. Maybe she will like painting like An Xia. Maybe it will be a daughter who will look very much like An Xia.

At that time, An Xia was sitting on the tatami in Tianzhu Garden, painting on the drawing board with a paintbrush in one hand, while their daughter was sitting obediently beside her, playing with the small paintbrush, waiting for her mother to finish.

When he came home from get off work, his daughter would stagger over to him, hug him and call him daddy.

Lu Beichuan had never dared to imagine such a scene before, but now, it would soon come true.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, An Xia looked up and met Lu Beichuan's warm gaze. She moved her lips and spoke for the first time in a long time.

"came back?"

Although her tone was still very cold, Lu Beichuan was very happy that she could take the initiative to talk to him.

He couldn't hide the smile on his face. He quickened his pace with the bag in hand and subconsciously wanted to sit down on the edge of An Xia's bed.

But soon, he turned around and walked back to the door, took the disinfectant spray and sprayed it all over his body, and then he walked to An Xia with complete peace of mind.

"Well, I packed some lotus cakes from Zhenbaozhai for you. You loved eating this when you were a kid."