"I hate it. You are already going to be a daddy, and you are still touching me in public... You are not afraid of the baby making fun of you in the future."

The coquettish voice coming from a few meters away was so familiar that Yan Xiaye, who came to the hospital alone for a prenatal check-up, was stunned at the corner of the corridor, his eyes full of disbelief.

It was clear that the truth was only one step away from being revealed, but she just didn't have the courage to take that step.

Another, more familiar voice followed her like a shadow, entering her ears with a doting smile: "How could our child laugh at me? He knows that I love you so much, and it's not too late to be happy."

"Beicheng, it would be great if the baby is really my biological child. It's all my fault for my poor health..."

"Yan Xiaye and you are biological sisters. The children she gives birth to are half of your blood, and she is just a tool that provides eggs and uterus. I have never touched her. The three of us are a real family of three.

, you don’t have to worry too much.”

Yan Xiaye bit her lower lip and leaned against the cold wall, trembling uncontrollably.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would never have known that her husband, who had always been cold and ruthless, could have such a gentle and considerate side.

So gentle that in order to make her sister happy, she had already planned to give up the unborn child in her belly.

"But Xia Ye loves you very much, I always feel sorry for her..."

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end.

Yan Xiaye raised the corners of his lips mockingly and looked intently at Yan Shuirou, who was instantly silenced in front of him. His pupils reflected the other person's delicate and pure appearance.

Wearing a simple white skirt, she outlined her slender figure, and her slender eyes instantly filled with a layer of mist, making her look even more charming and pitiful.

At the same time, the man's steady footsteps accompanied by his cold words ruthlessly crushed the last meager hope in Yan Xiaye's heart.

"She loves me, what does that have to do with me?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Beicheng took a long step, and his tall and slender figure appeared behind the shaky Yan Shuirou.

When he saw Yan Xiaye's pale face, he couldn't help but frown.

Then he gently hugged Yan Shuirou's trembling body. He first made sure that the woman in his arms was fine, and then gave Yan Xiaye a cold look: "Did you hear everything?"

Yan Xiaye glared at the scene in front of her without blinking, and clenched her hands into fists.

Before she could say anything, Yan Shuirou broke away from Li Beicheng's arms and held her hand with tears in her eyes: "Xia Ye, all the mistakes are my sister's fault. Don't get angry and hurt me.

...your child!"

Yan Xiaye's heart ached so much that he couldn't even think about throwing Yan Shuirou away.

He put his hand on the seven-month-old belly, looked at the cold and heartless man with a sad look, and asked word for word: "Because Yan Shuirou can't have children, you only agreed to marry me, grandma, just to let me, the most recent child,

Blood relatives give birth to children who are most like you?"

Looking at Yan Xiaye, who used to be beautiful and quiet, he asked with red eyes, the disgust in the man's eyes deepened: "What kind of place is this? You can make a lot of noise, isn't it embarrassing enough?"

"You and she don't feel ashamed, so what do I have to be ashamed of?" Yan Xiaye was so angry that she was shaking all over. When Yan Shuirou came up to her pitifully again, pulling her clothes and asking her to swallow her anger, her face

He raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped the other person hard in the face.

"Snapped!"

No one would have thought that someone as quiet as her could actually take action against the sister she loved most in the past.

Li Beicheng was too late to stop him and could only watch helplessly as Yan Shuirou covered her red and swollen cheeks with one hand, pressed her undulating chest with the other, knelt down weakly, and murmured hoarsely and hard: "Xia

Ye, please don’t blame Beicheng, let alone tell Grandma Li..."

As she spoke, her breath gradually weakened, and her slender body fell softly to the ground.

The temperature in Li Beicheng's eyes instantly dropped to freezing point.

He pushed Yan Xiaye away, who was in the way, and picked up the woman who had fainted on the ground, as if she was holding some rare treasure without daring to move: "Doctor! Shui Rou has congenital heart disease!"

Xia Ye looked blankly at everything in front of her. He only had time to reach out to protect his stomach, and his whole body was hit hard against the wall.

Severe pain swept through his body like a tide, and he hit the ground with cold sweat and tears.

She huddled up in pain, thinking of asking for help, but she couldn't even hum.

Not far away, the nurse came out with the prenatal check-up report and looked at the blood seeping between Yan Xiaye's legs in panic: "How can you come to the prenatal check-up alone at such an old age? Call your husband and family members quickly. We need help."

Sign for surgery immediately!"

"Bring it here."

After confirming that Yan Shuirou was properly taken care of by the medical staff at the first time, the man took the exemption agreement from the nurse with great impatientness and signed his name in a hurry.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of dazzling blood out of the corner of his eye.

His heart tightened without warning for a moment, and then turned into a fierce one when he remembered another beautiful figure: "Yan Xiaye, you'd better pray that nothing happens to Shui Rou, otherwise..."

After writing the last stroke, the man couldn't wait to throw the document back into the nurse's arms, and left without looking back, following the star-studded Yan Shuirou.

Behind him, Yan Xiaye looked at him deeply for the last time, her eyes desperate and sad.

No matter how much pain you feel in your body, it can't compare to the pain in your heart.

We have known each other for three years and been married for one year.

She asked herself that she had nothing to do with him, but he was so cruel to her.

The red light in the operating room came on urgently. Ten minutes later, doctor Huang Qian was sweating profusely and winked at the nurse in the operating room.

The nurse nodded, understandingly, and went out to ask whether it was better to keep the child older or younger.

Yan Xiaye managed to regain his consciousness amidst the tearing pain, and sighed to Huang Qian with a wry smile: "We have known each other for so many years, are you really not going to tell me if there is any problem?"

Huang Qian pursed her lips tightly, her face full of reluctance and struggle.

She understood immediately and stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

For a moment, she even wanted to die with the child in her belly.

She would rather do this than let her husband and sister's wishes come true.

However, this thought only passed by for a moment. In the end, maternal instinct prevailed.

"Huang Qian, protect the child."

"No!" Before the nurse came back, Huang Qian anxiously walked to her bed: "Are you stupid? You are only twenty years old now. There will be many chances of getting pregnant in the future..."
Chapter completed!