Qiu Bailu lowered her head and put her palms on her belly. She couldn't feel any trace of life there. Qiu Bailu asked Huo Dongheng for help, "Why can't I feel him? Why won't he move?"
"Fool." Huo Dongheng kissed her tenderly, "Even if you are really pregnant, you can't feel anything at this early age. He is still too young and can't move yet. In a few months, he will
You can feel him."
Qiu Bailu was confused and didn't know whether to believe Huo Dongheng's words, "How do you know this?"
Huo Dongheng was startled by her question. Just when he was about to explain, the red light in the emergency room went out.
Qiu Bailu rushed to the door of the emergency room as soon as possible, and medical staff filed out of it. She pushed aside the crowd and came to the chief surgeon.
The middle-aged doctor, who was in his late teens, took off his mask and shook his head at her, "I'm sorry, Miss Qiu. Your father's injury is too serious and there is nothing we can do. Please bear with me and be patient."
*Qiu Chengjia's funeral will be held a week later.
On the day of the funeral, the entire city's media was out in force.
As the only daughter of the Qiu family, Qiu Bailu wore a long black dress, holding her father's portrait, and stood in the rustling autumn wind. The cold wind blew her long dress, and her black hair fluttered in the wind.
She watched expressionlessly as her father's friends and enemies during his lifetime came and went in front of her. She silently accepted everyone's salute. She did not cry or smile. She was like a wooden figure without a trace of life.
Huo Dongheng stood beside her and welcomed her off.
From time to time, he would look at Qiu Bailu, his eyes filled with worries and concerns that even he himself was not aware of.
She hadn't said a word to him for a week. He didn't know what she was thinking or what she would do in the future.
For every meal, he forced her to sit at the dining table, wanting to hold her hand and force the food into her mouth. But even so, it was of no avail, because in the next second, she would rush into the bathroom.
, spitting out every grain of rice she ate.
She vomited so violently that she even had to vomit out bile. When there was nothing left in her vomiting, she began to vomit blood. Huo Dongheng was shocked to see her. Because she refused to go to the hospital, he had no choice but to invite Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng did an examination and found that her gastric mucosa had been greatly damaged and she must take good care of it in the future, otherwise her stomach would be destroyed.
At present, she can only rely on infusions to maintain her most basic physiological needs.
Every night, Qiu Bailu couldn't sleep. Huo Dongheng hugged her and lay on the bed. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he must have found that she was no longer around him. The half-empty bed was so cold that it made people feel nervous.
The first time he discovered this situation, he was so frightened that he almost jumped out of bed, and then searched the villa upside down. Later, he knew that Qiu Bailu would not go far. He opened the glass door of the balcony,
He would see her, barefoot and wearing gauze-like pajamas, sitting on the increasingly cold balcony, her eyes falling on the lonely starry sky in the distance.
He called her name, but she ignored him. He stepped forward to pull her arm, only to realize that her body was so cold that there was no warmth at all. She looked at him as if she were a stranger.
He had no choice but to ask Aunt Zhou to persuade her.
Aunt Zhou told her with tears streaming down her face that she was now the body of two people and could not withstand such torture. If this continued, she might not be able to save the child.
And Qiu Bailu responded to her with just a shallow smile.
From that moment on, Huo Dongheng understood that she actually didn't care at all.
Compared with gaining the love of an unformed life, losing a close relative is a more fatal injury to her.
She is actually more decisive than anyone else.
He knew what she was brewing. Once upon a time, he could enter her heart, listen to her sufferings, and make her open her heart. But now, he has obviously lost her trust. She doesn't trust him or anyone.
Since Qiu Chengjia's death, she has not shed a single tear. All the tears seemed to be frozen in her heart. She cleaned Qiu Chengjia's body with her own hands and changed his shroud. She was so weak that she could not move even a little.
She was sweating profusely, but even if she was panting from exhaustion, she would never let anyone get close to Qiu Chengjia.
Not even Huo Dongheng.
"Xiao Lu, you've been standing for a long time. Come in and sit down. I'm here." When Qiu Chengjia was alive, Huo Dongheng was not a good adopted son, but now that he is dead, Huo Dongheng will take care of everything after his death.
.
Qiu Bailu ignored him, and it wasn't until Huo Dongheng got a little impatient and stood in front of her, trying to take Qiu Chengjia's portrait away from her hand, that she raised her eyebrows and looked at him coldly.
"What did you say that day?" Qiu Bailu suddenly spoke, her voice so hoarse and unpleasant that it startled Huo Dongheng.
Huo Dongheng said bravely, "Which day are you referring to?"
Qiu Bai showed his face and continued expressionlessly, "Don't fool me, and don't pretend to be stupid. You know what day I'm talking about. Before dad's accident, he punched you. Why? Why did he attack you? You talk about it
What happened?"
"Xiao Lu, it's not the right time to talk about this. Let's talk about it when we get home..."
"Tell me!!" Qiu Bailu's voice suddenly became louder and louder, causing several people who were worshiping in front of the soul to look sideways.
Huo Dongheng took a deep breath. When he saw Qiu Bailu's appearance, he knew that the matter could not be better. He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I told my father that you might be pregnant, and he blamed me for not taking good care of you. I told him
After a few quarrels, he got angry."
"that's it?"
"that's it."
"fraud."
Huo Dongheng's brows were furrowed, Qiu Bailu's voice was calm, and her eyes on him were like two sharp swords, leaving no place to hide.
"Although my father loves me, he is not an impulsive person. He would never do anything because of such a thing. Dongheng, if you want to lie to me, you have to give a credible explanation. I am not two or three years old.
Kid, I’m not stupid either.”
She used to be able to not care about anything because she had the most important things to her, but now...
At the beginning of Qiu Chengjia's accident, Qiu Bailu almost didn't dare to recall what happened that day, because every time she thought of it, it was heartbreaking pain. But no matter how painful it was, some things must be sorted out clearly.
Qiu Bailu felt like she was walking on a blade, and every step was filled with blood.