Chapter 102: Quarrel

Qiao Suisui lifted her dress to go out, but was grabbed by the wrist by Laiboli.

"Sui Sui, let me talk to him."

She shook her head and refused, saying: "I want to ask clearly myself."

Laiboli didn't want her to meet Zongfang, but he didn't want to go against her wishes, so he had to call for someone to arrange a reception room. When he led her to the reception room, Zongfang had already been waiting impatiently. After the door was pushed open, Zongfang's gaze fell on the hand she was holding on the man's arm.

He lowered his head and laughed at himself, his silver pupils staring at her, gritting his teeth and saying: "How could I forget, you won't be lonely anywhere you go."

Qiao Suisui didn't want to pay attention to his sarcasm and said directly: "Was the press conference arranged by you?"

Zongfang frowned, laughing even more sarcastically.

"Haven't seen each other for over a week, and you only ask me this?"

His chest heaved uncontrollably, and a nameless fire rushed up his throat. Zongfang lowered his voice and said coldly to Laiboli: "Get out, I want to talk to her alone."

Laiboli remained unmoved until Qiao Suisui pulled his sleeve gently, then he nodded in agreement. Before leaving, he deliberately kissed her earlobe in front of Zongfang and whispered in her ear: "I'll wait for you outside, call me anytime if you need anything."

Qiao Suisui nodded, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at Zongfang, not noticing that he was staring at her hand.

"Where is the ring I gave you?" His voice trembled slightly, imperceptibly.

Qiao Suisui paused and said: "I left it at the Xiaolou last weekend."

At that time, her hand had been scalded by the soup splashed when the hot pot was knocked over. It was Luka who discovered a small blister when he helped her apply medicine later, so he took it off while icing it and placed it on the bedside table. The next day, she was in a hurry because she was late and forgot to put it on. She thought she could take it back when she returned to the Xiaolou this weekend, but she didn't expect the series of events that followed.

Even if her mood wasn't very good at this moment, Qiao Suisui decided to explain a bit more to avoid him misunderstanding.

"I didn't take it off on purpose, I intended to go back and get it this week, but..."

Zongfang sneered through his nose and interrupted her: "So you don't plan to return to our home this weekend either, right?"

The fire she had been suppressing in her heart was ignited by this sentence, and she retorted: "Do you think I'm wrong now?"

The atmosphere plummeted.

The man's lips were tightly pursed, his jaw tightened into a line, and his eyes were almost on fire.

"Qiao Suisui, is it that as long as I don't look for you, you won't remember that someone like me exists at all?"

He had lived in a daze these days, almost without closing his eyes. If she looked carefully, she would find his state was even somewhat decadent; the blue stubble on his chin, the fatigue and torment in his eyes, were all different from his usual state. But the first sentence she said when she came up was asking about some damn press conference.

Zongfang sometimes really wanted to bite her to death.

"If you still plan to keep talking like this, let's communicate at another time." Qiao Suisui turned to leave, but Zongfang pulled her in front of him.

"What, tired of me now? I'm not as good as your other men at talking, coaxing you until you're dizzy, unable to even distinguish sincerity."

"Let go of me!" Qiao Suisui felt as if the two of them had returned to the Research Center. She pushed him away with force and kicked his calf. Zongfang didn't dodge or evade, letting her hit him, then easily grabbed both her hands, leaned over, and blocked her mouth as if to vent his anger, but was bitten hard by her.

Qiao Suisui used all her strength, closing her eyes, wishing she could vent all the annoyance and confusion of the past few days.

The man's brows furrowed in pain, but he still refused to let go. He wrapped his arms around her waist, which was less than a handful, and leaned over to press her against the wall to kiss her.

Sensing her breathing was a bit difficult, he reluctantly let go. He panted, his eyes red, and pressed her hand against his chest, gritting his teeth and saying: "You reach in now, dig my heart out, and take a good look, see if I'm treating you without reservation? What about you? What rank am I in your heart? Or is it that as long as I don't pester you, you don't care about me at all?"

The area under Qiao Suisui's eyes turned red. She wanted to retort, but felt a sudden cramping pain in her abdomen.

Zongfang saw her small face turn pale instantly, her lips losing their blood color, and his expression froze, frowning and calling her.

"Qiaoqiao?"

"Qiaoqiao, don't scare me."

He picked her up and shouted loudly for someone to come. After walking a few steps, he saw a trail of blood dripping on the ground.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, don't, don't scare me, speak to me, tell me where it hurts..."

Zongfang didn't dare to move her, so he knelt on the ground and held her in his arms, calling her name over and over again. Seeing she had fainted from the pain, he shouted heartbreakingly to Laiboli who had just entered: "Look at her! Hurry and look at her!"

Laiboli rushed up to take her away, but Zongfang wouldn't let go.

"Do you want her to die?" Laiboli roared low.

Zongfang suddenly came to his senses and let go, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The medical team quickly set up instruments by her bedside, Laiboli kept using healing arts to help her alleviate the pain, but the blood flowed more and more.

"Heart rate is dropping."

"All vital signs are dropping too fast."

"The cub is snatching nutrients from the mother out of survival instinct."

"Give her an abortion injection, let the child be miscarried first, then the adult can survive."

Hearing the medical team's words, Zongfang's brain went 'Buzz—'. He looked at the person lying on the bed with a pale face, his heart aching to the point of suffocation.

"But there is a chance of survival if the child is taken out now," one doctor said.

"But it's not full-term at all," another doctor questioned.

Laiboli grabbed one of them by the collar and said: "I don't care about the child, I want you to save her first!"

The doctors agreed repeatedly.

"Help me... take the child out..."

Qiao Suisui's weak voice sounded from behind. Laiboli hurriedly stepped forward to hold her hand, his voice somewhat unstable due to fear, but he still coaxed her with a gentle expression: "Sui Sui, there will be more children, let's listen to the doctor first, okay?"

"Let them... help me take the child out..."

Qiao Suisui finished speaking persistently, a tear sliding from the corner of her eye.

Laiboli's throat choked, watching her vital signs constantly dropping on the instrument, knowing that every minute of delay was another minute of danger. But the doctors looked at each other, and no one dared to make this decision.

"I'll do it."

Zongfang had already finished disinfecting at some point, and at this moment, his gloved hand was holding a syringe.

Qiao Suisui looked at him in disbelief, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes. With her last bit of strength, she cried out to him: "Zongfang, that is your child!"

Zongfang didn't answer, nor did he look at her. His fingertips trembled slightly, but he soon steadied them.

He couldn't look at her; as long as he looked at her, saw her tears, he was afraid he would collapse.

Qiao Suisui struggled to keep him from injecting, and Laiboli held her with heartache, coaxing her softly.

"Don't... Zongfang, I beg you, don't..."

Every one of her cries and pleas was slicing Zongfang's heart.

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