Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

"Your Majesty, I believe you understand the chronological order of the two events."

The force tightened, and Song Yue's wrist felt a sting, but she still endured it.

"Song Yue, I won't believe anything you say."

"This is the truth, Your Majesty cannot help but believe it."

Su Wanmo didn't care whether what she said was true or not. He just knew that this time she might really be snatched away again, and he couldn't help but feel angry: "Song Yue, I am yours..."

He placed his head on her shoulder and chuckled before he finished speaking. His hot breath sprayed on her neck, reminding her that he had been like this just now...

"I'm yours, man."

"vomit"

Being pushed away again, Su Wanmo thought the contrast would scare her, which made him even more angry: "Do you think I'm disgusting?"

Seeing that he had finally hit the nail on the head, Song Yue said decisively, without any hesitation: "Yes, it's disgusting. Ugh~"

This vomiting was too appropriate, and Su Wanmo was deeply hurt.

"Hahaha, but you were once filthy by me, so let's be disgusted together."

This is an extremely dangerous statement. How did Song Yue think that he was a good person, a reasonable and good person?

Unable to avoid it, she endured his punishment again. The feeling of nausea became even stronger. She kept pushing him hard with her hands, but the more she did so, the tighter he held her until both of them were almost suffocated.

"Ugh~"

This time it was no longer dry heaving. I vomited out everything I had eaten before. The feeling of stomach acid rising into my mouth was really unpleasant. Physiologically, I cried big tears without feeling fake at all.

"Song Yue, you..."

She just grabbed the wet handkerchief and wiped her mouth. As soon as she calmed down, she started to choke him: "You are so disgusting."

She succeeded in getting him angry and then she collapsed slowly due to exhaustion. After a long time, Zhao Yuantong finally found her, but he was sweating profusely and did not look in good condition.

Seeing Song Yue's pale face, he still cared: "How are you?"

I stood up with the help of his hand, but I was too weak to lean on him.

Cold sweat soaked her forehead and hair, and she looked very unwell. I didn't know what she had experienced during the short time I was away. I picked her up and walked towards the exit along a secluded path.

Song Yue didn't want to be recognized by too many people, so she buried her head tightly in his chest, looking very intimate. When people turned back, they saw this scene and had no interest in staying there anymore.

It is convenient that there is a hospital next door, but Song Yue is a doctor himself, so why does he need others to see him? He let him go back to his work and fell asleep in the quiet hospital after knowing the severity of the disease himself.

I had a very bitter dream. I can’t remember what it was, but I knew it was extremely bitter. I woke up with a frown on my face, and all I saw was a black, bitter medicine soup: “Ugh”, the smell was really not pleasant.

"You have a fever, take the medicine obediently."

Song Yue pushed the medicine bowl away and stood up. "Are you annoying? How clearly do I need to explain it to you before you understand? Not everyone has to revolve around you."

How could there be such a stubborn person? I was so annoyed, sitting in the hallway, my stomach churning.

No, this reaction was completely wrong. He shook his head as if to shake off the dizziness, took a few deep breaths, and then placed his hand on his pulse, checking again and again. But the result was obvious: he was nurturing a little life, this little life quietly sprouting and growing inside him.

But the answer seemed to require no thought. If she wanted to keep the child, she had to see who the father was. If she dared to keep anyone's child, she might have lived a life of idleness for too long. Moreover, she personally was not mentally prepared to be a mother, and had never even thought about it before. This little life was like an uninvited guest, catching Song Yue off guard.

Fortunately, fortunately there is no need to worry too much, fortunately the answer is obvious.

I hurried to the pharmacy to get the medicine and then took it home. This is not a safe place. Although home is not a very safe place, I always feel safe when my family is around.

After boiling the medicine, he left a note on the table and asked the servants to find Liu Yuhan in half an hour. He pinched his nose and drank the medicine in one gulp. What followed was a long wait. Unlike menstruation, the pain was more intense. His head, which was originally dizzy from fever, became extremely clear because of the pain. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind, all pointing the finger at one person: "Su Wanmo, bastard!"

Waves of pain pounded her heart, almost making her unable to breathe, but she kept thinking, it's a good thing it was just this, and not giving birth, otherwise it would be so painful.

In the late autumn weather, the mattress was discolored by sweat. I felt streams of heat flowing out from under my body. I thought it must be done. My heartstrings relaxed and the pain could not overcome the exhaustion. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I didn't know whether it was day or night. I saw Liu Yuhan sitting beside me with a gloomy face: "Nonsense!"

But she couldn't bear to blame her weak daughter too much, so she picked up the ginseng soup prepared beside her and fed it to her spoonful by spoonful.

"How do you feel now?"

It still hurt, but to avoid being scolded by her, I shook my head gently: "It's okay."

Seeing her stubborn attitude, Liu Yuhan became even more furious: "Look at you, you took such a strong medicine without hesitation. If mother hadn't come back in time, how could we have seen the anthropomorphic figure?"

"You must explain clearly today. No matter what your reason is, you cannot harm your body like this."

Song Yue didn't tell her much at first, and she didn't want to say too much now: "I just don't want this child, that's all. It's okay, I know my body, it won't be a big deal."

Liu Yuhan glared at her and said, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. This child is much stronger than you think, otherwise you wouldn't be in so much pain."

Song Yue was in disbelief. She had no prejudice against children, but she also knew what form a child took in the mother's womb. Now this news did not make her happy, but terrified.

This kid is horrible.

Just like his father - shameless, no, the best option for him is not to have a child without his mother's blessing at all.

Liu Yuhan is her mother, so how could she not know what's going on in her mind? "I'm warning you not to have any bad thoughts. Since he won't leave, he must have a deep connection with you. Besides, your body can't take any more torture, so give up. I've made up my mind. If you really don't want this child, I'll foster him under your third brother's name. He'll be born around the same time as your third sister-in-law anyway. If your third brother doesn't want to raise him, I'll take care of him. His old bones can still take the torture, so raising him won't be a problem."

Song Yue was very touched that she did not ask her where she was messing around, but instead planned a good future for her. But how could things be so smooth in reality?

"Mom, I won't keep this child."

Liu Yuhan was irritated by her stubborn attitude and coughed non-stop while holding her chest: "You are going to piss me off to death. I won't give you a chance."

"I don't. Mother always needs to rest and take a nap."

"Ahem! Tell me the truth, who is the father of this child?"