Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 384 Let Me Die
"You, hurry up, go to boil water, and you, go find some more clean cloths!"

As soon as he entered the gate of Yao's house, Dong Qingfeng gave instructions to the maid who was standing at the door in a daze.

They were all innocent little girls. Wherever they had seen such a bloody scene, they all stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say. Dong Qingfeng didn't listen to what Dong Qingfeng told them.

"What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up and do what I say!"

Dong Qingfeng, who ran into the house with Wang Zhujun in his arms, saw the girls standing there in a daze, and immediately turned around and yelled at them again.

Only then did the maids come to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly followed Dong Qingfeng's orders in a hurry.

"Xiao Shuang, quickly take out all the quilts, the more the better!"

Kicking open the door, Dong Qingfeng hurriedly said to Xiao Shuang who was following behind him.

Xiao Shuang quickly opened the cupboard next to her, pulled out all the quilts inside, and spread them all on the bed.

Wang Zhujun, who had turned his lips pale, gently put him on the bed. Just as Dong Qingfeng let go of his hand, Wang Zhujun, who was almost unconscious, quickly grabbed his arm.

"Keun, let's get home, get home!"

Dong Qingfeng patted the back of Wang Zhujun's hand to make her relax.

"Home...home..."

Hearing Dong Qingfeng said that he was home, Wang Zhujun's hand was easily released.

"Uh-"

Just after Wang Zhujun's expression relaxed a little, Wang Zhujun immediately covered his stomach with both hands and howled in pain.

Her face was as pale as paper, and all the clothes on her body were soaked in cold sweat.

"Uh-"

Wang Zhujun rolled on the bed clutching her stomach in pain, because her body was already covered with blood, wherever she rolled, she was covered with blood.

Xiao Shuang on the side was so frightened that she cried. She had never seen such a scene, let alone imagine how painful Wang Zhujun is now.

"Mr. Bamboo—Mr. Bamboo—"

Dong Qingfeng was afraid that Wang Zhujun would hurt himself and the fetus in his stomach again by rolling over the bed, so he immediately sat on the side of the bed and stretched out his hand to hold her body.

"Xiao Shuang, hurry up and see if the doctor is here!"

Xiao Shuang immediately wiped away her tears and ran out the door, praying in her heart for the blessings of all Bodhisattvas and gods, and bless the young mistress to be safe.

"Qingfeng, let me die! Just let me die like this!"

The colic in her stomach has brought her to the edge of being able to bear it, but the mental pain of losing her child has brought her to the edge of collapse.

Wang Zhujun held onto Dong Qingfeng's skirt tightly, and said to him in a trembling begging voice, "Qingfeng... give me a ride... Let our family reunite..."

Wang Zhujun's pleading made Dong Qingfeng tremble, he couldn't imagine how desperate Wang Zhujun would say such words to himself.

"Mr. Zhu, you and the child will be fine, don't think about it."

Dong Qingfeng looked anxiously at the door while talking, but there was still no sign of the doctor.

"It's going to be okay...is this called going to be okay..."

Wang Zhujun touched his body, then stretched out his blood-stained hand.

She also wanted to lie to herself that nothing would happen, that nothing would happen, but the blood that kept dripping from her body reminded her all the time that the child in her stomach was dying and gone.

"Qingfeng...I beg you...please give me a ride...let me be relieved..."

Wang Zhujun's hand held Dong Qingfeng's arm tightly again, tears of pain came out of her eyes, mixed with the cold sweat on her face.

Dong Qingfeng looked at Wang Zhujun's increasingly pale face, and didn't know how to speak to comfort her. She lost her husband. The child in her stomach was everything to her, but now she lost even the child. Dong Qingfeng couldn't imagine the situation at this moment. How miserable she is.

"Mr. Zhu, don't think about it, you still have a father and a mother? You are leaving, what will your father and mother do?"

After thinking for a long time, Dong Qingfeng could only talk about Wang Zhujun's natal family to comfort her.

"mother……"

As soon as he heard the word mother, Wang Zhujun cried even harder and his expression became more painful.

The child in her womb left before she had time to call mother.

She hasn't had time to hug him, and he hasn't had time to come to this world to see.

"Mother! Mother!"

Wang Zhujun cried twice with all his strength, and the two times Wang Zhujun yelled on her behalf made Dong Qingfeng mistakenly think that she wanted his mother.

"Mr. Zhu, hold on a little longer. I'll go to Wangjiatun and bring your parents over."

After speaking, Dong Qingfeng glanced at the door again. Although the doctor hadn't come yet, he saw Yao Qingxiang, who was sweating profusely, rushing over.

As soon as Yao Qingxiang stepped into the room, Dong Qingfeng immediately stood up and walked to his side, "I'll go to Wangjiatun to fetch Mr. Zhu's parents."

After speaking, he hurried away immediately.

Before even wiping the sweat off his head, Yao Qingxiang immediately walked to Wang Zhujun's side.

The pale Wang Zhujun curled up on the bed covered in blood.

At this moment, she fell into a coma again, but her pale and bloodless lips were unconsciously moving one by one, as if she was talking about something.

Not wanting to think about anything anymore, Yao Qingxiang quickly stretched out his hand, and gently let Wang Zhujun, who was curled up on the bed, lean on him.

Then he reached out and grabbed Wang Zhujun's bloody hand tightly. The moment he grabbed Wang Zhujun's hand, Yao Qingxiang's tears poured out.

He never thought that his dream move would be under such circumstances.

He once swore secretly in his heart that he would protect Wang Zhujun's safety in the Yao family, and he also swore at the grave of his elder brother Yao Qingze that he would protect the safety of their mother and child.

Now, he has not done anything, and the child is gone, but Wang Zhujun, he will definitely not let go, and he will never let go in this life.

"Mr. Bamboo..."

Yao Qingxiang murmured softly in Wang Zhujun's ear with a choked voice, wanting her to hear.

This was the first time he called her that in front of Wang Zhujun. Before and after, he would always call her little sister-in-law respectfully, but the name Zhujun, he only repeated it in his mouth again and again in the dead of night.

But what answered him was always the silent air.

Wang Zhujun, who was unconscious in a coma, moved his head resting on Yao Qingxiang's body, and then hummed lightly in his ear as if nothing had happened.

But this answer that didn't seem like an answer made Yao Qingxiang's tears of surprise slide down again.

"Mr. Bamboo, I'm sorry!"

Yao Qingxiang's tears dripped lightly on the back of Wang Zhujun's hand, but his words slipped deeply into Wang Zhujun's heart.

In her heart, in that forest, there was also a man who said to her, "Mr. Zhu, I'm sorry!"

(End of this chapter)