The Queen of Gossip

Su Wanqing felt that she had fallen into a bottomless abyss again, something was severing her brain, and a knife was slicing her belly, that feeling - just no feeling.

The operation lasted a full nine hours. After everything was processed, Su Wanqing was pushed to the sterile rest room, injected with sleeping medicine, and fell into a coma.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by the wound.

The anesthesia has worn off, and she can only rely on painkillers for relief, but Huang said that painkillers should not be used too much, as they are addictive like opium poppy and marijuana.

Su Wanqing could only endure the pain, with sweat dripping down her body, allowing the nurse to help her clean it up.

She finally felt that life was worse than death.

"Have the metal fragments in your brain been taken out?" Su Wanqing asked enduring the pain.

Huang looked at her worriedly, and nodded: "It was taken out, the craniotomy was successful, and your child was saved."

"Can you give me that piece? It has been with me for more than ten years. I want to keep it as a souvenir."

Su Wanqing's voice was weak, and her thin lips did not have a trace of blood.

"Okay, don't move, I'll show you."

Huang got up and came back after a while, holding a delicate wooden box in his hand, opened the lid, and put it in front of Su Wanqing's eyes.

"It's a bullet case, half the size of an ordinary bullet, so it didn't cause fatal damage."

"Yeah." Su Wanqing nodded, "It's mine."

"Yes, yes, it's yours, and no one will snatch it from you."

Reluctantly, Huang Po closed the box, put it in the drawer of Su Wanqing's bedside table, and said, "It's here. When you recover, you can take it whenever you want."

Su Wanqing didn't look at Huang anymore, she put her hands on her belly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

She can already feel that there is a life conceived in the womb, the crystallization of her love with Xichen.

Seeing her movements, Huang's eyes sank, and he said, "Shazhi, I suspected that you couldn't be dehypnotized because of this bullet casing. When your body recovers a bit, I'll help you again. OK?"

Thinking of going to Japan with this person in front of her in the future, Su Wanqing's childhood curiosity disappeared without a trace.

"I don't want to know anymore."

She couldn't be with Xichen, her heart was ashamed, and her only support was the child in her womb.

"Shazhi!" Huang Xin felt unwilling, "Don't you want to know, about our childhood, the scenes we used to get along with each other, we—"

"Without us." Su Wanqing interrupted him, "I will go back to Japan with you as you wish, but without us, only you and me."

Huang's face gradually became gloomy, and his obsidian-like eyes were full of hostility. He clenched his fists and sat in a rebellious posture.

"I heard that Luo Xichen has found that American Professor Truman and persuaded him to come back and perform a craniotomy for you." He said faintly, his voice was like a ghost, without a trace of warmth.

Su Wanqing's face froze, and a layer of twilight gradually floated on the black glazed eyes that were like a gift from a dream.

Xichen—he finally did it.

He has fulfilled his promise to her, but she has no way to fulfill it.

"Luo Xichen already knew about you, and he was on the plane heading to City X." Hoshino's tone suddenly became meaningful, "The captain of that international flight was a Japanese, and he was on the lord's board. His subordinates have done things." Su Wanqing felt that she had fallen into a bottomless abyss again, something was severing her brain, and a knife was slicing her belly, that feeling - just no feeling.

The operation lasted a full nine hours. After everything was processed, Su Wanqing was pushed to the sterile rest room, injected with sleeping medicine, and fell into a coma.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by the wound.

The anesthesia has worn off, and she can only rely on painkillers for relief, but Huang said that painkillers should not be used too much, as they are addictive like opium poppy and marijuana.

Su Wanqing could only endure the pain, with sweat dripping down her body, allowing the nurse to help her clean it up.

She finally felt that life was worse than death.

"Have the metal fragments in your brain been taken out?" Su Wanqing asked enduring the pain.

Huang looked at her worriedly, and nodded: "It was taken out, the craniotomy was successful, and your child was saved."

"Can you give me that piece? It has been with me for more than ten years. I want to keep it as a souvenir."

Su Wanqing's voice was weak, and her thin lips did not have a trace of blood.

"Okay, don't move, I'll show you."

Huang got up and came back after a while, holding a delicate wooden box in his hand, opened the lid, and put it in front of Su Wanqing's eyes.

"It's a bullet case, half the size of an ordinary bullet, so it didn't cause fatal damage."

"Yeah." Su Wanqing nodded, "It's mine."

"Yes, yes, it's yours, and no one will snatch it from you."

Reluctantly, Huang Po closed the box, put it in the drawer of Su Wanqing's bedside table, and said, "It's here. When you recover, you can take it whenever you want."

Su Wanqing didn't look at Huang anymore, she put her hands on her belly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

She can already feel that there is a life conceived in the womb, the crystallization of her love with Xichen.

Seeing her movements, Huang's eyes sank, and he said, "Shazhi, I suspected that you couldn't be dehypnotized because of this bullet casing. When your body recovers a bit, I'll help you again. OK?"

Thinking of going to Japan with this person in front of her in the future, Su Wanqing's childhood curiosity disappeared without a trace.

"I don't want to know anymore."

She couldn't be with Xichen, her heart was ashamed, and her only support was the child in her womb.

"Shazhi!" Huang Xin felt unwilling, "Don't you want to know, about our childhood, the scenes we used to get along with each other, we—"

"Without us." Su Wanqing interrupted him, "I will go back to Japan with you as you wish, but without us, only you and me."

Huang's face gradually became gloomy, and his obsidian-like eyes were full of hostility. He clenched his fists and sat in a rebellious posture.

"I heard that Luo Xichen has found that American Professor Truman and persuaded him to come back and perform a craniotomy for you." He said faintly, his voice was like a ghost, without a trace of warmth.

Su Wanqing's face froze, and a layer of twilight gradually floated on the black glazed eyes that were like a gift from a dream.

Xichen—he finally did it.

He has fulfilled his promise to her, but she has no way to fulfill it.

"Luo Xichen already knew about you, and he was on the plane heading to City X." Hoshino's tone suddenly became meaningful, "The captain of that international flight was a Japanese, and he was on the lord's board. The men have done things."