Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âMy name is Chu He, and Iâm a close friend of Qingxue.â
âA close friend of hers?â he echoed askance. âI donât remember her having a close friend named Chu He.â
âWhat do you even know? What can a man whoâs unable to protect his woman and child possibly know?â
âWatch your tone!â
It got her snapping back. âNot giving you a punch is already the greatest respect I have for you.â
Mu Yancheng was, once more, at loss for words.
Having no intention to argue with him further, she slowly explained, âI first met Qingxue on a case that I was responsible for about a month ago; she was new to Yan City and got harassed by two ruffians. Seeing that she was pregnant and alone, I decided to take her in so that she got a shelter to stay and prepare for her pregnancy.â
âShe got harassed by two ruffians?â A glint flashed across his eyes when he heard that critical news. âHow did that happen?â
âItâs dangerous for a female to check into a hostel alone in the middle of the night while carrying so much cash on her. That said, I donât know exactly what happened for such a pregnant woman to be reduced into that helpless state.â As the policewoman spoke, she cast him a meaningful gaze.
Again, the man had no response to her words.
âFeeling guilty? Good. It means that you still have a conscience at least.â She then asked, âHow is she doing right now?â
â...â
She had been worried sick for her friend while making her way here, so his silence to her question only caused her patience to snap. Fury churned within her as she closed in on him, grabbed his shirtâs collars, and growled demandingly, âIâm asking you a question here! How is she doing right now?â
âLet him go!â
Someone immediately rushed over in a bid to stop her, but with a twist of her hand, she grabbed that personâs hand and flung him away. âGet lost! This is none of your concern!â
âSir...â
âJust stay away!â Mu Yancheng snapped in irritation.
His subordinate, thus, promptly retreated.
While clenching his fists tightly, he took a deep breath and then told her grimly, âWhen I arrived, I found her lying unconscious on the ground. Things... werenât looking good for her while on the way to the hospital. According to the doctor, we probably canât keep the child.â
âWhat?â
She frowned and a trace of dried blood on the manâs white shirt caught her attention right then. Her heart skipped a beat and her mind was rendered blank.
How could that happen?
Isnât it just a fall? Things shouldnât be so serious, should it?
I fell down a few times during my pregnancy as well, but nothing happened to me.
She then recalled that the pregnant lady was frail to begin with. At that realization, she collapsed on the long bench, looking numb and despondent.
Half an hour later, the doors to the ER finally opened to reveal a doctor in a white coat. Her head snapped upward in an instant; she was just about to approach the doctor when the man beat her to it. âHowâs the patient, doctor?â
The doctor gave him a polite, measuring look, but his voice sounded deadly calm as he returned the question. âAre you asking about the adult or the fetus?â
âThe adult!â
Chu He approached them worriedly, only to have a bad premonition when she heard the doctorâs response.
Oh, no. Is she going to lose her child?
âAre you the patientâs husband?â asked the doctor.