Ling Yanyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a white nightgown, looking at the dim moonlight shining down and the balcony becoming golden. Feng Zhiming was in Yiyi's room, being pestered by Yiyi to listen to fairy tales.
Happiness is simple and plain. It is just a gentle embrace between two people, knowing that she can do anything and give her wholeheartedly.
The white mobile phone on the dressing table suddenly rang. Ling Yanyan turned around and picked up the phone. When she saw the name displayed on the screen, she quickly answered the phone, "Lin Lin, is that you?"
"Sister Yanyan." Qin Lin's voice was very light.
"Linlin, where are you now? Let's meet." Ling Yanyan was very surprised when she suddenly received a call from her after not hearing from her for so long.
Qin Lin smiled lightly, "I'm fine, I just want to talk to you suddenly."
"Where are you now? Do you know that Minghao is worried about you?" Ling Yanyan said anxiously, fearing that she would suddenly hang up the phone.
Qin Lin paused for a while before speaking, "I don't want to see him."
"But, he has been looking for you." Ling Yanyan felt very sorry for her after hearing what she said.
"Why is he looking for me? He just wants to apologize for what he has done. He just wants his own peace of mind. I don't want to hear him say sorry." Qin Lin's heart is painful, she is obviously deeply in love.
, but can't stay together. If the two are not consensual, what will she do with such love?
Ling Yanyan was suddenly stunned. She knew Qin Lin's love for Li Minghao, but she was powerless because she was the one standing in the way between them.
"Linlin." She heard a low sob on the other end of the phone.
"Sister Yanyan, I'm fine. You are very happy now, right? You want to stay so happy." After Qin Lin finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
"Linlin!" Ling Yanyan only heard the regular beeps coming from the phone.
Just then Feng Zhiming walked in, "Why are you staring at the phone in a daze?" He took the phone from her hand and put it back on the dressing table.
"It's okay, is Yiyi asleep?" Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms to calm down her mood.
"She's asleep." Feng Zhiming carried her to the big bed, "You haven't looked very good lately. Do you want to go to the hospital tomorrow?" Holding her in his arms, he didn't feel fatter, but instead became thinner and thinner.
Ling Yanyan's small body nestled into his arms, finding the most comfortable position to lean against, "No, I have something to do tomorrow."
"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Feng Zhiming watched as she closed her eyes tiredly and dimmed the lights in the room, leaving only the moonlight in the room.
Ling Yanyan put her hands around his waist, "I'm so sleepy." She was so sleepy that she didn't want to speak.
Feng Zhiming helplessly pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, hugging the person in his arms.
When Ling Yanyan woke up, Feng Zhiming was no longer beside her. She sat up with difficulty, picked up her cell phone, and dialed a number. After two rings, she was picked up.
"Yanyan?" Li Minghao asked with some uncertainty.
"Minghao, it's me. Let's meet today." Ling Yanyan still decided to talk to him.
"Okay. I'll pick you up." As soon as Li Minghao finished speaking, Ling Yanyan saw Feng Zhiming standing at the door and was stunned, "No need, I'll just go there myself."
He put away his phone and turned to face Feng Zhiming, who was walking towards him, "Why didn't you go to the company?"
"You said you have something to do today and you want to see Li Minghao?" Feng Zhiming's voice was a little cold, and the expression on his face was a little gloomy.
Ling Yanyan got out of bed with a pale face, "I went to see him for something." Seeing the unhappy look on his face, Ling Yanyan held his arm.
Of course Feng Zhiming was not happy. He deliberately canceled the originally arranged meeting today, but he did not expect that she would want to go to meet Li Minghao behind his back again.
"Let's go! Go change clothes, I'll go with you." Seeing the innocent and aggrieved look on Ling Yanyan's face, her heart softened.
"Thank you." Ling Yanyan stood up on tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his stern face.
Feng Zhiming touched her long hair and said, "I'll wait for you downstairs."
Ling Yanyan nodded, "Okay." Just as she turned around, a pain hit her lower abdomen. Her whole body went limp and fell to the ground. Feng Zhiming quickly hugged her, "Yanyan!"
"Zhi Ming, my stomach hurts so much." It had only been a few seconds, but there was already a layer of sweat on his forehead, and his fingertips were turning white as he grasped Zhi Ming's hand.
"I'll take you to the hospital." Feng Zhiming lowered his head and saw the gurgling blood flowing out from between her legs, dyeing the white nightgown on her body red, and the hands holding her suddenly trembled.
Ling Yanyan bit her lip tightly, "It hurts!"
"Yanyan, please bear with me, I'll take you to the hospital right away." Feng Zhiming carried her downstairs, walked to the garage, let her sit on the passenger seat, and drove away to the hospital.
At the door of the emergency room of the hospital, Feng Zhiming was waiting anxiously. Her striking red body made his hands tremble slightly.
Not long after, Ling Yunxiang arrived at the hospital with Yiyi in his arms, "Zhi Ming, what's going on?"
Feng Zhiming shook his head until half an hour later, the lights in the emergency room went out and the doctor came out.
"Doctor, how is Yanyan?" Feng Zhiming stepped forward and asked.
The doctor took off his mask and shook his head, "Abortion."
"Miscarriage?" Feng Zhiming asked in disbelief.
"She has been pregnant for more than a month. It may be because her body is weak and she had a miscarriage last time, so it may be difficult for her to conceive. Even if she does conceive, she will miscarry habitually." The doctor said to them with some regret.
"However, in the past year, our suggestion is to take care first. Contraception is also needed during sexual intercourse. It is best not to have children in the past year or two." The doctor said to Feng Zhiming.
Feng Zhiming said with a stern face, "Can I go see her?"
"Yes." The doctor nodded, "Let's stay in the hospital for observation for a few days."
In the high-end ward of the hospital, Ling Yanyan's anesthesia had not worn off and she was in a coma. Feng Zhiming asked Ling Yunxiang to take Yiyi back first, while he stayed alone in the ward.
Looking at her bloodless face, he felt guilty in his heart.
Ling Yanyan woke up after a long time, looked at the whiteness in her eyes, turned her head and looked at Feng Zhiming, "What's wrong with me?" Her voice was so weak that she could hardly hear it.
"It's okay, have a good rest." Feng Zhiming really didn't know what to say.
Ling Yanyan's hand unconsciously touched her painful lower abdomen, "Am I having a miscarriage?" Her eyes dimmed and she asked softly.
Feng Zhiming was stunned for a moment and did not speak.
It was a woman's intuition that told Ling Yanyan that there was a sense of loss and endless loss. She had once again lost her unborn child.
Feng Zhiming looked at her lowered eyes, and the tears slid down her cheeks calmly, "If the child is gone, we can have another one."
"Do I still have this qualification?" Ling Yanyan turned her head away, not letting him see her pain. She had lost two children and didn't even know she was pregnant.