He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

The doctor patiently answered all questions: "Don't be too nervous. Just avoid cold foods. As for morning sickness, it varies from person to person; some people have a severe reaction, while others hardly feel anything."

"In what situations would the reaction be smaller?" Fu Lu pressed.

"That depends on how you're trying to conceive. Are you planning to get pregnant?"

Song Zhi's ears turned bright red: "I was originally planning to start trying to conceive next month..."

The doctor nodded knowingly: "Don't worry, the baby is healthy. Just maintain a regular schedule and attend your prenatal checkups."

When Fu left the ultrasound room, his phone's memo app was already full of notes.

Looking at his serious profile, Song Zhi couldn't help but chuckle, "Ninth Brother, you're even more nervous than I am."

Fu Lu held her hand tightly, his fingertips gently caressing her wedding ring.

"This is your first time being a mother, and I..." His voice suddenly choked, and a hint of emotion that Song Zhi couldn't understand flashed in his eyes.

"What are you afraid of?" she asked softly.

Fu Lu shook his head, pulled her into his arms, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

Song Zhi could feel his heart beating very fast, like a drumbeat.

She didn't ask any more questions, but gently comforted him: "Don't be nervous. I feel very safe with you by my side. Don't be afraid. The doctor just said that the baby is very healthy, and I am very healthy too."

"Okay, let's go back to the ward to pack our things. We're going home; there are people waiting for us there."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi asked curiously, "Who?"

Fu Lu kept everyone in suspense: "You'll find out when we get home. Let's go."

On the way back to the ward, Fu Lu carefully protected her from the side.

I was afraid she would bump into something or get hurt.

If Song Zhi hadn't refused to carry her back to the ward, Fu Lu would have carried her away directly.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw that the corridor was full of medical staff and patients.

Song Zhi asked with some curiosity, "What's going on up ahead?"

Fu Lu said calmly, "I don't know."

After saying that, he casually stopped a nurse to ask about the situation.

The nurse looked nervous: "The patient over there is making a scene, and the family is still trying to calm them down."

Song Zhi muttered under her breath, "What's all this fuss about?"

She pulled Fu Lu forward with some curiosity.

He paused for a moment when he saw Pei Jinnian.

If Pei Jinnian is here, then Meng Huan is here too.

Sure enough, the next second, Song Zhi heard Meng Huan's accusing voice coming from the crowd: "Pei Jinnian, do you have any conscience? I've become like this, and you still want me to go to jail?"

Pei Jinnian spoke calmly: "Is it my fault that you've become like this? If you hadn't wanted to harm Song Zhi, would you have set yourself on fire?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Huan looked incredulous: "How could you do this? Wasn't I doing this for you?"

"For me? You'd kill someone for me?"

"I want her dead. Don't think I don't know. You even wanted to secretly take that bitch Song Zhi abroad. Now your dream is shattered, hahaha..."

Meng Huan's maniacal laughter echoed down the corridor, drawing stares from the surrounding patients and medical staff.

Her already burned face was now horribly distorted, and the burn scars looked even more grotesque under her agitated emotions.

Pei Jinnian's eyes were icy: "You're a madman."

"I'm insane!"

Meng Huan screamed hysterically, "I've gone mad ever since the day you abandoned me for this bitch!"

As she spoke, she suddenly pointed at Song Zhi, who was standing in the crowd, her eyes flashing with malice.

Startled by the sudden accusation, Song Zhi took a half step back, but Fu Lu calmly stood in front of her.

Pei Jinnian followed the gaze and when he saw Song Zhidao, a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

But they quickly looked away.

He looked at Meng Huan, his voice so cold it seemed to sever the air.

"Our breakup has nothing to do with Song Zhi. I have never liked you."

Upon hearing this, Meng Huan suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, which was mixed with broken sobs.

"You've never liked me?"

She staggered forward, her face contorted with bruises from burns. "Why didn't you say that when you were coaxing me into bed? Pei Jinnian, you're a complete and utter scumbag!"

Those around them, hearing their conversation, began to whisper among themselves.

Several nurses rushed forward: "Please spread out, don't disturb the other patients' rest..."

The crowd reluctantly stepped back a few paces, but still craned their necks to watch the farce unfold.

Song Zhi didn't want to get involved in their farce and turned to leave, but Meng Huan's sharp voice froze her in place: "You're not allowed to leave!"

She slowly turned around, meeting Meng Huan's bloodshot eyes, her voice terrifyingly calm: "Everything that happened today is your own doing."

These words were like a knife, completely tearing apart Meng Huan's last shred of reason.

She suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh, the sound echoing down the corridor and sending chills down one's spine.

"Yes, I brought this on myself..."

Meng Huan staggered backward, her fingers gripping the collar of her hospital gown tightly. "I fell in love with this scumbag. I thought..." Her voice suddenly choked, "I thought that as long as I had his child, he would change his mind and marry me."

"But he forced me to abort the child..." The next second, she suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with hatred like a venomous snake piercing Song Zhi. "Pei Jinnian forced me to abort the child, to break off all contact with him, and to take you abroad. Song Zhi, I wish you were dead. My child is gone, are you satisfied now?"

As she spoke, she turned to look at Pei Jinnian.

She stared at it quietly for several seconds, a strange smile playing on her lips.

That smile sent a chill down Pei Jin's spine, and she subconsciously took a step back.

“Pei Jinnian…” Meng Huan murmured softly, her voice terrifyingly gentle, “You won’t get rid of me.”

She slowly turned and walked towards the balcony of the ward.

Pei Jinnian's pupils constricted: "What are you doing? Stop!"

Meng Huan stopped in front of the railing, the sunlight casting a pale halo around her.

She turned to look at Pei Jinnian and said, word by word, "I told you, you'll never get rid of me in this lifetime."

As she spoke, her fingers traced the railing. "Even if I become a ghost, I'll haunt you for the rest of my life."

Pei Jinnian realized what she was about to do and shouted in a panic, "Meng Huan, you..."

But everything happened too fast. Before he could even finish speaking, he saw Meng Huan suddenly leap into the air.

"No..." Pei Jinnian's scream and the muffled thud from downstairs exploded at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, screams came from downstairs.

"Someone jumped off a building!"

"Oh my god..."

"That's scary, don't look anymore..."

"Call a doctor quickly."

"It's hopeless, his brains are all gone..."

"..."

Pei Jinnian stood frozen in place, unable to react for a moment, his head buzzing, staring blankly at the sun after Meng Huan jumped off the building.

It took him a long time to come to his senses, and he slowly walked towards the balcony.

When Pei Jinnian saw the scene downstairs, he froze again.

Outside the window, a withered yellow leaf swirled down and gently covered Meng Huan's broken body.

Song Zhi's legs went weak, and she almost knelt down.

She covered her mouth tightly, but couldn't stop her body from trembling.

Meng Huan's last eerie smile kept flashing before my eyes.

Fu Lu reached out and hugged her, a hint of worry in his voice: "Zhizhi."

"Ninth Brother, she... jumped..."