I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 122 My child is not up to you to decide
Shen Yichen was rushed to the hospital, and Song Qingyue was waiting outside.

"Qingyue, what's going on?"

"Grandpa...Grandpa..." Song Qingyue sat on the chair in a daze. When Shen Qingzong came, she stood up, "It was me...it was because of me that he got hurt..."

Seeing Song Qingyue with red eye circles, who looked like she had lost her soul, Shen Qingzong sighed and comforted her, "I don't blame you, don't worry, isn't it coming out yet?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Well...it's going to be okay..." She was trembling all the time, her body was cold and there was no temperature, and her heart palpitations were severe.

"There was a maternal hemorrhage before, so now the blood bank is running low. The injured have lost too much blood, and now they urgently need blood transfusions. Which of you has type B blood?"

Shen Yichen's blood type is the same as his mother's. The Shen family members all have type A blood. Song Qingyue stood up abruptly, "I have type O blood, so I can get a blood transfusion."

The nurse glanced at her, "Then you come with me."

Song Qingyue followed the nurse to collect blood, while Shen Qingzong and Geng Chen waited outside the operating room.

She lay down, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

nothing will happen...

Certainly not…

Up to now, she can still think of the warm blood touched by her hands. She has seen too much life and death.

When a woman gives birth, it is equivalent to going through the gate of hell. Some people lie down and never get up again.

But today, Song Qingyue, who had always been indifferent to life and death, was suddenly afraid that Shen Yichen would really not be able to get out.

She thought she had been telling herself to be vigilant, but in fact she still couldn't let go of Shen Yichen in her heart, because the past was too painful, so she had been reluctant to get close to him, and she didn't want to misunderstand what he had done to her.

She kept telling herself that Shen Yichen would change her attitude only when she felt novelty, and she was afraid that when her heart really softened, what she would get was not his cherishing, but another abandonment and indifference.

The double image blurred in front of my eyes, and the mottled aperture reflected magnificent colors.

Song Qingyue closed her eyes and passed out.

"Qingyue? Are you feeling better, Qingyue?"

She woke up dizzy, opened her eyes in a daze, and her fragmented brain quickly returned to normal operation.

Song Qingyue remembered when she lifted the quilt, and asked, "How is he?"

"Don't worry, don't worry! Slow down!"

Shen Qingzong pressed her down, looked at her lovingly, "here, he's over there."

Following his line of sight, he saw Shen Yichen lying on the bed next door with an infusion bag hanging on the bedside.

"Grandpa, how is he?"

"He's fine, but the wound is deep and needs to rest for a while."

"Oh..." Song Qingyue's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

"Qingyue."

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Silly boy, why are you going for a blood transfusion even when you're pregnant? The nurse said you fainted, and you're going to scare grandpa to death."

"Pregnant??!" Song Qingyue was startled suddenly, pulling the corners of her mouth dryly, "Impossible, did the hospital make a mistake, Shen Yichen and I, we..."

"That's right, you are pregnant. The doctor checked it for you. Why are you so careless? You have been pregnant for more than a month, and you still haven't noticed it?"

more than a month...

Dazedly remembered that when she and Tang Shaohan went to other places more than a month ago, Shen Yichen also followed, they...

How could it be possible to hit it once, wouldn't luck be a little bit better?
Putting her hand on her lower abdomen, Song Qingyue's heart was extremely complicated. It's just a coincidence that this child came...

"Qingyue?"

Song Qingyue snapped back to her senses, and Shen Qingzong patted her hand, "Qingyue, don't stay in the hospital too long if you're pregnant, you go back with Uncle Geng, I'll watch over here."

"Grandpa, you are getting old, let me watch over you!"

"Good boy, be obedient."

Unable to resist Shen Qingzong, Song Qingyue followed Geng Chen and left the hospital after waking up. On the way back, she was also lethargic.

She didn't have her period last month. She thought it was because her body didn't adjust well, and she was so busy that she didn't have time to take care of such trivial matters. She didn't expect that she was pregnant again.

Why?Do you want her to live a good life with Shen Yichen as if nothing happened?
Xiumei's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, she couldn't do it...

"Young Mistress, don't worry, Master, he is fine and will wake up soon."

"..." Song Qingyue pulled the corners of her mouth far-fetchedly.

She wasn't thinking about Shen Yichen's life or death, but worrying about the child in her stomach that shouldn't appear.

Inside the hospital

Shen Qingzong was watching from the side, it was only midnight when Shen Yichen woke up.

As soon as he woke up, he saw that Song Qingyue was not the person guarding him, and the disappointment in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Shen Qingzong sneered, "Why? Are you so unhappy seeing Grandpa?"

"Grandpa, what about her?"

"She's back."

Shen Yichen lowered his eyes to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

"Wake up, don't act like you're dying. Grandpa told her to go back. She fainted after your blood transfusion. When I wake up, I'll ask Uncle Geng to take her back to rest."

"Fainted? Is she okay then?"

"No, the doctor said there was something strange growing in her stomach."

Shen Yichen suddenly looked up at Shen Qingzong with a stern expression, "Something has grown? Is it serious?"

"I don't know if it's serious to you, anyway, this thing will come out in ten months."

"..." Shen Yichen's face softened a little, he couldn't believe it, "Grandpa said... is Qingyue pregnant?"

"Yeah, she's pregnant for more than a month. Why are you both so careless? Today, this child recklessly ran to give you a blood transfusion. Fortunately, nothing happened."

More than a month?
A bright color flashed across Shen Yichen's eyes, could it be that she was conceived in Nanchuan's pregnancy?

"It's grandpa who underestimated you. Seeing that you are so stiff, Qingyue still insists on divorcing you. Grandpa thought that! I will never be able to hold my great-grandson in this life. I didn't expect you, a brat, to act silently." So quickly, it was set up."

What Shen Qingzong said, Shen Yichen didn't listen to a word, only thinking that Song Qingyue was pregnant, and she couldn't escape now.

In the future, there will be a constant link between the two of them, and this child may be the most important weapon for their relationship to ease.

……

Early the next morning, Song Qingyue came to the hospital to change shifts with the soup she cooked at home.

Just after entering the ward, she saw Shen Yichen sitting on the head of the bed, with a picturesque profile bathed in the morning sun. Song Qingyue stared slightly, stepped in, and put the thermos bucket on the bedside table.

With a cold face, he went to pour the soup in a muffled voice, and then handed it to him.

When Shen Yichen went to lift his arm, he pulled the wound on his waist, his face suddenly turned pale, he tried hard to take the bowl without making a sound.

After glancing at him, Song Qingyue simply sat on the edge of the bed, twisted the spoon and drew circles in the bowl, took a spoonful and handed it to his mouth.

"You don't drink?"

"I'm not hungry."

Song Qingyue's cold answer made Shen Yichen frown, as if her nervousness and crying yesterday were just his hallucinations.

Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Qingyue, you..."

"Are you drinking or not?"

Impatiently asked in a cold voice, Shen Yichen forced his words back, bowed his head and drank the soup.

Seeing that Song Qingyue wanted to leave after feeding, he hurriedly called to Song Qingyue, "Let's talk."

Song Qingyue, who had her back to him, didn't know what she was thinking. After a long time, she turned around, opened the chair beside the bed and sat down, "Okay, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Grandpa has told you, right? I'm pregnant."

"En." Shen Yichen nodded.

Song Qingyue licked her dry lips, "I've thought about it for a long time, Shen Yichen, I think this child came at the wrong time, the two of us are not suitable for raising a little life together, I can't live with you as if nothing had happened."

Hearing this, Shen Yichen's face turned cold in vain, "What do you want? Get rid of him?"

"I thought you loved children so much, but I didn't expect you to be so cruel to your own flesh and blood!"

"Shen Yichen..." Song Qingyue lowered her eyelids, "I used to really hope that a little life would come, but now I have figured it out, it is better to let him leave as soon as possible than let him grow up in a dysfunctional family."

"Enough!" Shen Yichen pulled the wound when he was excited, his lips turned white, "I tell you, it's not up to you to make decisions about my child. If you dare to kill this child, don't blame me for digging your father's grave!"

"You!" Song Qingyue stood up abruptly. She didn't expect Shen Yichen to be so frenzied. Just as he was about to leave, he grabbed his wrist tightly. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to take a step out of here, I will kill you right now." You don't want your father to die and still live in peace, do you?"

"Are you crazy?!"

His heavy eyes were gloomy, and he pulled Song Qingyue's wrist with unabated strength. Because of his aggressive actions, the stitched wound on the side of his waist had completely ruptured, and cold sweat broke out on his nose and forehead.

"Shen Yichen, you..." Song Qingyue saw the blood on his clothes, she was startled, and when she wanted to go to check, he pushed her hand away, Shen Yichen gasped, "Don't be hypocritical, don't you want me to die ?"

Song Qingyue's hands froze, she didn't argue with him, she turned sideways and rang the nurse's bell.

The doctor came to help him change the medicine, but he still stubbornly refused to let go of her hand. Seeing that the wound that had been healed with great difficulty opened again, the doctor looked at the two of them with more reproach in his eyes, "I'm not Did you say you want to rest! Why did it happen again?"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't take good care of him."

Seeing Song Qingyue's meek apology, the doctor couldn't blame her any more, and just asked her to take good care of the patient.

For a long time after the doctor left, there was an awkward and unusual silence between the two of them.

"What happened yesterday... thank you."

Shen Yichen kept silent with a cold face, Song Qingyue glanced at him cautiously, and asked again, "Do you want this child?"

He still refused to speak, until Song Qingyue stood up, the grip on her wrist became tighter, and Shen Yichen finally opened his mouth, staring at her coldly, "Where are you going?"

Song Qingyue lifted her lips stiffly and said uncomfortably, "...toilet."

(End of this chapter)