Morning sickness gradually became a routine every morning, so much so that Xiang Xiaochuang felt that it was not necessarily necessary to vomit, it was probably just his own conditioned reflex.
Opening the bathroom door and seeing Du Jiawen standing at the door with a concerned look on his face, Xiang Xiaochuang felt a little choked up in her throat. Facing the light that penetrated the glass, she let those tears flow back.
"I want to get rid of this child." She said, her voice trembling slightly. It was obvious that this decision was not easy.
"Why?" Du Jiawen looked at her intently as if he was unexpected.
"I don't want him to become a burden between us." Xiang Xiaochuang's voice became calmer, but she didn't dare to meet his eyes. There were two small shadows of her in them, and her heart contracted violently, as if
I heard the sound of snowflakes zooming in the cold winter.
"Xiao Chuang, since I can let you keep him, I won't let him be wronged." Du Jiawen held her shoulders, and her eyes looked particularly big because of her continued weight loss.
At this time, Youyouyi looked back and took back the long speech he had prepared.
"What you mean by not being aggrieved is nothing more than giving him an identity through adoption. But after losing his skin and bones, he is still an illegitimate child at his core. If that's the case, I might as well raise him alone, even if I can't bear the best because of poverty.
educate."
"Xiaochuang, I don't allow it!"
Xiang Xiaochuang showed a sarcastic smile: "Yes, you don't allow it. However, if you gave him father's love, how can you give him mother's love?"
"You will give it to him!"
"You... want me to be your lover... no, mistress?" Xiang Xiaochuang seemed to have had his strength drained away. He leaned against the door frame, holding the door handle with one hand and knuckles.
It almost hurts.
She had known for a long time that he would keep this child and choose such a path. However, he never thought about whether she was willing.
"Except for the name Xiang Xiaochuang that cannot be filled in on the marriage certificate, I can give you everything else." Du Jiawen stared at her, "It's just a false name, why do you care so much?"
Xiang Xiaochuang smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said no more.
Du Jiawen looked at her tight lips, and suddenly panicked in his heart. He held her shoulders tightly: "Xiao Chuang, you are not allowed to do anything without telling me! Otherwise, I will never forgive you.
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For the first time in her life, Xiang Xiaochuang began to save her "private money." Although she didn't like it, Du Jiawen also gave her several pieces of jewelry one after another. Xiang Xiaochuang had already secretly checked the market, even though
No matter how low the price is, it is still enough to pay for the abortion surgery.
On this Saturday afternoon, Du Jiawen received a phone call and asked the driver to take Xiang Xiaochuang to the hospital to visit Xiaoling. He frowned and drove out in another car.
Xiang Xiaochuang's heart was beating wildly, as if God had personally delivered that opportunity to her.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Xiang Xiaochuang quietly put her hand into her purse. The envelope contained the surgery fee she had received from selling a piece of jewelry. Her mouth was even dry, and she always felt that such an opportunity seemed to come.
It went so smoothly that I actually had a faint feeling of panic.
There was a sudden pain in my heart. Do I really want to remove the child? My whole body suddenly felt like it was exhausted, and I could no longer raise any strength.
The driver called "Miss Xiang", and Xiang Xiaochuang realized that the car had stopped steadily at the door of the hospital. He quickly thanked him and opened the door. After a moment of hesitation, he said: "You go back first, I can take a taxi back later."
Yes. I want to stay here a little longer today to spend some time with Xiaoling."
The driver didn't take it seriously and agreed to reverse the car and drive away. Xiang Xiaochuang's legs were shaking a little and he stood at the door for a long time without being able to move his feet.
"What's wrong, Xiaochuang?"
The gentle middlewoman seemed to float from outside the clouds, but she awakened Xiang Xiaochuang's mind. After blinking, he realized that the old dean with a worried look on his face was standing in front of him.
"I came to see Xiaoling..." Xiang Xiaochuang replied in confusion, "I was just thinking about something and fell into a daze..."
The old dean was a kind-hearted old woman. She had always liked Xiang Xiaochuang very much. At this time, she came closer and held her hand. She couldn't help but frown: "What's going on, Xiaochuang? Yours
Your hands are as cold as ice. You need to wear an extra layer of clothes when you go out in the future. I remember that when you were a child, you were most afraid of the cold. When you were sleeping alone in a small bed, you would always wake up in the middle of the night from the cold."
Xiang Xiaochuang nodded repeatedly: "Yes..."
How long has it been since you had this kind of experience?
Ever since she was "forced" by Du Jiawen and became his lover, she fell asleep in his arms every night. It was the most natural stove, warming her from the inside out.
Thinking of his name, I couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in my heart. Looking at the kind eyes of the old dean, I could no longer utter a complete sentence.
"You need to take good care of yourself. Now Xiaoling's operation is also very successful. She no longer needs dialysis. In the future, you should not send money back to the orphanage. Young girls should also dress up and take good care of themselves. Why do you see me every time?
Are you going to lose weight?"
At this moment, Du Xiaochuang only wished that the old director was her mother, so that she could throw herself into his arms and cry loudly. Looking at the endless stream of patients and family members at the entrance of the hospital, she finally managed to squeeze out a smile.
: "Dean, let's go in."
When Xiaoling saw Xiang Xiaochuang, she almost jumped up from the hospital bed with joy: "Sister, I can be discharged from the hospital!"
"Really?" Xiang Xiaochuang was surprised and happy. I went to ask Dr. Fan.
"Dr. Fan has left long ago!" Xiaoling shouted again and threw herself into the arms of the old dean. "Dean, I want to go back to the children. When Dr. Fan left, he said, I just need to be good, like
Just like other children, play games with them!"
Looking at Xiaoling's excited little face, somewhere in Xiang Xiaochuang's heart suddenly softened. She gently stroked Xiaoling's short hair with her hand and comforted her with a smile: "Yes, Xiaoling has always been with me."
The other children are no different!"
"Sister, I know that without you, Xiaoling would have died!" Xiaoling had a serious face like an adult, which made Xiang Xiaochuang look a little horrified.
"Who said that?"
"Dr. Fan told me! Sister, if you wait until I grow up and earn a lot of money, I can buy a lot of beautiful clothes and delicious food!"
Xiang Xiaochuang's eyes suddenly became moist, and he forced a smile and scolded: "Doctor Fan is joking with you! As long as you are well, my sister will be very happy. From now on, listen to the director and study hard."
"Yes!" Xiaoling nodded solemnly in agreement, flashed her big eyes, and suddenly asked, "Sister, are you getting married soon?"