After being reborn, the scumbag CEO begs me to remarry him every day.

Qiao Zhiyu lowered his head and glanced at her indifferently.

Lin Yiyue quickly adopted a well-mannered demeanor and affectionately took Qiao Zhiyu's arm.

"My sister-in-law was just worried about Niannian, which is why she spoke a little inappropriately. She was also wearing socks with holes and disposable slippers. Brother Zhiyu, please don't take it to heart."

Qiao Zhiyu looked him up and down, his expression full of disgust.

Tang Xia sat against the wall, covered in dust and dirt. Her old, dirty sweater was covered in dust, and her hair was frizzy.

When they first got married, she paid attention to dressing herself up, so that she wouldn't lose face when they went out to eat.

Where is the beautiful, capable, and outstanding designer she was before marriage?

On the other hand, Lin Yiyue has always been gentle and charming in Qiao Zhiyu's heart before and after their marriage. How could she be so unreasonable?

Lin Yiyue's sweet voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of tears, "Sister-in-law, if you mind, I'll take An'an back to Y country after the New Year, and I promise I won't let you suffer."

Qiao Zhiyu looked at Tang Xia lying in the corner of the stairs, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, but after hesitating for a moment, he left with Lin Yiyue and Lin An'an in his arms.

"There's no need to be considerate of her. Anyway, Professor Li has been called away by her, and Niannian is probably fine. I'll take you home first."

She just rolled down a few steps, what could possibly happen to her?

The footsteps faded at the elevator entrance, and the hospital corridor returned to deathly silence.

After a moment, Tang Xia leaned against the wall and slowly got up. The blood on her forehead was obstructing her vision, so she wiped it with her shirt.

After finally regaining my sight, I saw a text message on my phone: "An'an was frightened and has been crying. I'll go over later."

Tang Xia was in excruciating pain, feeling as if her whole body was about to fall apart, after being pushed down with all her might by that chubby little boy.

But the pain and indignation in her heart were even greater. Tang Xia slammed her fist on the marble wall twice, and her calloused hands instantly turned blue and purple.

The fishy taste in her mouth was quite strong. In this emergency, Tang Xia had no choice but to swallow her saliva and stumble up the elevator.

She can't give up now. Professor Li is here, so there's still hope for her.

No matter what, her daughter must live on!

Tang Xia rushed up barefoot and paced back and forth on the pale ground.

Fifty minutes later, the operating room lights went out, but Qiao Zhiyu still hadn't arrived.

The countdown on my phone has already started automatically.

"Five, four, three, two..."

boom--

In the distance, dazzling fireworks spiraled into the sky and burst into flames, their red glow illuminating half of Professor Li's face in the cold, deserted hospital corridor.

Professor Li walked out slowly, his back hunched, his face full of exhaustion and apology. He took off his surgical cap, revealing his gray hair.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Tang, it's too late. Niannian's heart failure is irreversible..."

Tang Xia's tightly clenched phone was accidentally dropped to the ground, and a video sent by her sister-in-law, Qiao Zhinuan, started playing automatically.

In the magnificent revolving restaurant, husband Qiao Zhiyu, along with his parents and sister, are celebrating the New Year with his beloved Lin Yiyue and their child Lin An'an.

"We're all family, so let's not be formal. An'an is like our own grandson to us, so come on, have some more meat!"

"Them? They insist on going to the hospital for surgery during the Lunar New Year, don't they feel bad about it! Never mind them, it's enough that our family is together."

"I don't think she cares about An'an at all; she just wants to embarrass my brother! This woman has had ill intentions ever since she married into the family!"

The piercing laughter echoed repeatedly through the phone screen.

It turns out that it wasn't just Qiao Zhiyu, but his entire family as well.

They were all busy having a happy New Year's Eve, completely oblivious to the fact that a young girl, a blood relative, was lying on a cold operating table, her breath stopped.

Perhaps in the past, when their daughter was still alive, the difficulties they faced with her and her mother because of Niannian's gender, such as occasionally putting cockroaches in their food or deliberately dressing Niannian in dirty and old clothes, could still be considered conflicts between family members.

But now, their daughter has been killed by their indifference. They have taken away her doctor, degraded their own morality, and even ignored their desperate situation!

Fireworks filled the sky, and their faces were filled with happiness and radiant smiles.

Professor Li, who is over fifty years old, choked up a little, said his condolences, and then led the medical staff to handle the equipment.

Tang Xia sat slumped on the ground, her lips trembling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with a hysterical crimson.

After a long while, she staggered into the operating room, rolled to the edge of the operating table in a daze, and picked up the child's small body: "Niannian, don't be afraid, Mommy will take you home."

Niannian has always loved lively gatherings and celebrating the New Year with her family. How can we leave her here alone?

Baby, let Mommy take you away from here, okay?

Tang Xia changed her daughter into clean clothes and wrapped her in a blanket to keep her warm.

The 3D human figure on the city's giant screen grinned, and waves of laughter swept across the screen.

Tang Xia walked quietly down the road.

She didn't know how they left the hospital, nor where they were supposed to go next.

Snowflakes fell on her head, like strands of white hair. She was the only one on the street, barefoot, dressed in thin clothes, and holding a child. Passersby found it strange, and some took out their phones to film the scene and post it online.

But no matter how much others cared, mocked, distanced themselves from, or cursed, Tang Xia could no longer hear them.

The phone rang, and Tang Xia subconsciously clicked to answer. The next second, Qiao Zhiyu's insults came through the speakerphone.

"Tang Xia, are you looking for death? What are you doing, carrying Niannian around barefoot outside? Do you think your daughter's health isn't bad enough? Isn't it all because of you? Get back here right now and apologize to your parents. They were terrified when they saw the video! If you're going to die, it has to be with my permission!"

The phone slipped out of her pocket, and the unpleasant words were gradually left behind by Tang Xia.

She gently told her daughter a bedtime story, feeling her daughter's remaining body warmth slowly fade away.

As they were crossing the road, a large truck fully loaded with goods suddenly went out of control and started honking its horn wildly, but it was too late. The truck bed crashed towards the two of them. Tang Xia watched calmly, closed her eyes, and smiled.

fair enough.

She went with her daughter, so she wouldn't be alone and lonely in another world.

Bang!

"Hurry up and save people!"

"My God, someone's been hit and killed!"

Almost simultaneously, a black luxury sedan braked suddenly with a screeching sound. The door was pushed open, and a pale-faced young man rushed out, looking at the scene before him with eyes full of despair.

Half an hour later, the truck bed was lifted up, blood staining the white ground, and the two corpses in the middle were indistinguishable.

As snowflakes fell, it felt like my heart was being pierced by an icicle.

The man gasped for breath, then suddenly clutched his chest in a grotesque expression and slowly collapsed to the ground.

-

"Out!"

"Congratulations, congratulations, you've given birth to a little princess." The midwife placed the baby next to Tang Xia. She weakly opened her eyes and saw a white expanse. It was noisy around her, as if someone was talking to her and she could hear the cries of a baby.

She would never forget that voice, even if she turned to dust.

This is the child she cares for most day and night; this is Niannian's crying!