The passers-by are vicious

Jiang Wanwan held her stomach tightly, her face full of pain and weakness.

The hem of her skirt had been stained with blood, which flowed down the hem and dripped onto the floor, forming bright red blood flowers.

The vitality instantly disappeared from Madam Song’s old face, her lips began to turn pale, and she stood there in a daze.

The maids nearby finally came to their senses. They looked at each other and some of them started to run outside.

At this time, Old Madam Song finally reacted. She shouted in a trembling voice: "Quick! Go call the doctor!"

As a woman who had given birth to a child, Old Madam Song knew very well what was going on. Jiang Wanwan had obviously had a miscarriage.

At this moment, Old Madam Song was filled with regret. If she had known that Jiang Wanwan was pregnant, she would never have allowed Xu Zhizhi to do such a thing.

Not only that, she quickly had someone help Jiang Wanwan up, and she personally bent down to comfort her: "Aunt Jiang, you must hold on!"

However, when she saw the pool of bright red blood on the ground, Mrs. Song felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife and the pain was unbearable.

After all, this is her great-grandson...

By the time the servants hurriedly brought the doctor over, Jiang Wanwan had already fainted.

After the doctor took the baby's pulse, Old Madam Song immediately asked anxiously, "How is it? Can the baby be saved?"

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When Jiang Wanwan woke up, she felt a splitting headache and a very dry throat.

She tried to open her eyes, her vision was still a little blurry, but she could still see a figure kneeling on one knee beside the bed.

That was Liu Benchu. His face looked extremely ugly, as if shrouded in a layer of haze.

Seeing her wake up, Liu Benchu ​​immediately reached out his hand to feel her pulse. His fingers were warm and slender, and when he touched her wrist, she felt a little cold.

Liu Benchu's originally gentle features turned gloomy at this moment, as if he had torn off his mask.

He stared at her face, his eyes revealing a trace of anger and heartache that was difficult to conceal.

"I once told you not to use that medicine casually. Your body was already weak and you finally recovered a little. Now all the medicine has been wasted. Your physical condition is even worse than before."

Liu Benchu's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of blame but also unable to hide his worry.

Jiang Wanwan was not surprised by this result. She knew her body best and had already prepared herself to accept it.

Thinking of Jiang Wanwan's body that seemed full of cracks and fragile, Liu Benchu ​​pursed his lips tightly, and his brain began to recall frantically, trying to find a way to remedy the situation.

Unfortunately, although the medication he prescribed could temporarily suppress the pain in her body, it could not fundamentally cure her disease.

For the first time, Liu Benchu ​​felt that his medical skills were so useless. His master always said that he was a medical genius, but what was the use if he couldn't cure her.

After finding nothing, Liu Benchu ​​frowned, his dark eyes were deep and dark: "The position of Marquis's wife is so important. If you really want it, I will definitely find ways to help you. Why do you want to hurt yourself?"

Jiang Wanwan lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper. She shook her head weakly and said softly: "I thought that even if I killed Xu Zhizhi, there would be another one, and I still couldn't become the wife of the Marquis."

"The old lady... ahem, she will definitely try to stop me even more. I have thought about killing the old lady as well... But if the Marquis finds out the truth, he won't kill me, but he will hate me. I don't want to be a hated Marquis' wife."

Every time Jiang Wanwan spoke, she couldn't help coughing. Her pale face and slightly trembling body made people feel distressed.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Liu Benchu, with a flash of ambition in her eyes: "So I must give Song Qiyuan a chance so that the old lady can't refuse the opportunity to make me the lady of the Marquis's Mansion."

After saying this, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but cough, her lips turned pale, and the sickly look on her delicate eyebrows seemed to be unable to be dispelled, enveloping her entire body.

Seeing that Jiang Wanwan was still analyzing things logically, Liu Benchu ​​felt as if a hole was torn in his heart, as if wind was blowing in.

Liu Benchu ​​lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, his brows gloomy and his face full of bitter smile. "You have never trusted me. You are using drugs just to take a chance. You know I won't tell on you."

Looking at Jiang Wanwan's frail but still beautiful face, she was obviously so beautiful, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water, as if she looked at everyone with tenderness, but Liu Benchu ​​truly felt her cold heart through this time.

From those beautiful eyes, one seems to see a cold soul.

Liu Benchu ​​sighed, his eyes dim, "Everyone says Song Qiyuan's heart is as cold as a rock, but I think Guan Wanwan's heart is really icy cold."