Chapter 293: My Child, It Has Nothing to Do With You

Sheng Yu's face was buried in the crook of her neck, his voice piercing her heart, "I truly know I was wrong."

"Can you please turn back and look at me?"

Zhu Yuan pushed him with all her might, but Sheng Yu held her even tighter; fearing he might hurt her, he restrained his strength, causing the muscles in his arms to bulge abnormally, with winding, blue veins snaking up his arms in a terrifying tangle, as if they would burst at any second.

"You want to push me away again, and you want to abandon me, don't you?"

His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, and as more and more blood flowed from his abdomen, he said anxiously and tensely, "Yuanyuan, I love you."

"Don't abandon me, don't ignore me, don't push me away."

His choked voice was intermittent, yet every word was clearly poured into Zhu Yuan's ears, the bitterness melting into her blood, her breathing trembling.

"Let me hold you, okay?"

"I hold you in my dreams every day, but it has never felt this real; let me hold you, let me hold you."

Sheng Yu felt the real person in his arms, and a wave of heat rushed into his eyes, "I've missed you until I'm nearly going insane; I searched every candy factory for the kind of candy you gave me when we were young, and I finally found it. But I ate it, and it still tasted bitter."

"Yuanyuan, don't abandon me again; tell me what I have to do to make you come back to my side, please don't cast me aside."

Zhu Yuan's throat felt tight and blocked; she opened her mouth to breathe, and the child in her belly seemed to sense her emotional turmoil, pushing against her stomach again and again, as if comforting her.

And Sheng Yu, who was holding her tightly, felt it too.

Once.

Again.

Unmistakably clear.

It was as if Sheng Yu had been pierced through the body by a sharp blade, the pain causing his muscles to spasm all over.

"The child..."

"Has nothing to do with you." Tears blurred her vision as Zhu Yuan turned her head away.

But the man held her shoulders firmly with both hands, his gaze locked onto her, "You're lying, aren't you? After you got pregnant, I read up on pregnancy knowledge; how could there be such obvious fetal movement before three months!"

This was clearly their child!

And he simply did not believe that his Yuanyuan would fall for someone surnamed Pei in such a short time after separating from him.

It couldn't be, absolutely not.

Zhu Yuan could not imagine that a man who at first didn't even know how many days a woman's period lasted would actually know about fetal movement.

"It is my child; I said it has nothing to do with you."

The joy that the child was still there and the pain of Zhu Yuan not wanting him tore at Sheng Yu's mind; his breathing was chaotic, "You want to keep the child but leave the father? To run away with the child and leave me all alone? You even want my child to acknowledge a thief as his father!"

"Pei Ling is not a thief!" Zhu Yuan retorted.

Sheng Yu felt a mouthful of blood mixed with air block his throat, his eyes full of grievance and hurt, "Fine, he's not a thief, I am; I am the thief."

His breathing was rapid and trembling.

He wanted to reach out and touch Zhu Yuan's stomach, but his violent struggle just now had caused his wounds to burst open, and he had lost a lot more blood; he was swaying, but fearing he would press against Zhu Yuan, his body lurched and he fell back onto the bed.

The gauze wrapped around his abdomen was soaked through with sticky blood, the smell of blood pungent; Zhu Yuan felt dizzy, but as she turned to leave, Sheng Yu grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go.

Although his face was taut, the panic in his eyes made him look incredibly fragile.

"You want to leave again."

"I don't want you to die here; I wouldn't dare live here in the future," Zhu Yuan said, moving to pry his hand away.

Her expression was cold, looking as though she were keeping everyone at a distance.

But her eyes were very red, red to an absurd degree; she wouldn't be like this if she didn't care or didn't mind.

She still cared about him!

Sheng Yu suppressed the intense joy in his heart, feelings of heartache and self-reproach flooding in, and he gripped her hand tightly, fearing she would slip away.

"If you don't abandon me, I won't have to chase you, and the bleeding will stop."

But Zhu Yuan's tears wouldn't stop, "If you want to die, don't put on a show in front of me."

"Doctor!"

Her voice was choked with sobs as she called for the doctor; the doctor ran in urgently, and seeing Sheng Yu's abdomen covered in blood, he hurried over to treat the wound.

Throughout the process of treating the wound, Sheng Yu still didn't let go of Zhu Yuan's hand.

Recalling how she had suddenly been in a bad mood at the soybean paste noodle shop with red eyes, he had previously only wondered if she was feeling unwell; although he knew she would see the news, he hadn't expected when she would see it.

Thinking about it, she must have only seen it when they were at the soybean paste noodle shop.

The timing was wrong, and he never expected he would be unable to help but show himself today.

Thinking of her grieving in secret, Sheng Yu's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife; he threaded his fingers through hers, holding her tightly, and stood before her, bracing himself, his pale lips moving slowly.

"I have never touched Ning Huaiqing; Youyou is not my child."

Zhu Yuan's brows knit together, and tears were almost falling, "You're lying to me about this now..."

"I'm not lying to you; if I lie to you, I will never have your love in this lifetime." Sheng Yu stared into her eyes, "I will never lie to you again, never keep anything from you again."

"He looks so much like you; you say he isn't your seed, who the hell are you lying to!"

Sheng Yu wanted to urge her to stay calm and consider prenatal education, but he didn't dare say it, as saying it would only make her angry again, "He does look like me, but he doesn't have to be my son to look like me; he could also be my younger brother."

"You're talki—"

"Youyou is Sheng Hongyao's child; the one who touched Ning Huaiqing back then was him, not me. You know that I have memory lapses after my episodes; they just seized on this loophole to frame me."

Sheng Yu knew she was about to curse again and interrupted her in advance, not wanting the child in her belly to hear.

His thumb stroked her face, gently, unrestrainedly, slowly moving to the corners of her eyes, looking at her with love and pity.

"I know you saw the news online; before that, there were already some rumors in Jingdu City. Those baseless words would be hard to clear up in the future, so I took advantage of the situation to push things along, making Sheng Hongyao lose his composure and letting public opinion ferment, using this tailwind to clear my own name."

The doctor applied new medicine to his wound, and when the powder touched the raw flesh, the pain was bone-chilling; Sheng Yu didn't make a sound, not even daring to use force while holding Zhu Yuan's hand, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, sliding down his temples to his jaw, dripping onto his bulging chest muscles, and continuing downward until it disappeared into the gauze.

His already fair face now looked completely devoid of color.

And Zhu Yuan was completely shocked by the information he had revealed, then suddenly bit down on her back teeth, her eyes bloodshot.

He pulled at the corners of his mouth in self-mockery, "I know you are no longer willing to believe me. But Yuanyuan, wait for me. Wait until I have resolved all those matters, and I will explain everything to you properly. By then, you will understand."

"Before that, can you please not leave again?"

Outside the room door, Pei Ling paused, his expression dark and obscure.

That phone call just now did not come from Kyoto City; he had instructed Pei Li that any calls from the hospital were to be claimed as coming from Kyoto City whenever in front of Zhu Yuan.

There was no longer any need for surgery.

The speed of deterioration in such a short time was so rapid that the doctor said even if the surgery had been performed last time, the result would have been the same.

Pei Ling sighed helplessly yet with a hint of amusement, leaning back against the wall, which was somewhat hot from the sun.

However, he was glad that he had not undergone the surgery back then.

If he had died on the operating table, he truly would not have been able to grasp even his final regret.

At least from that time until now, he had been able to accompany her for a few more days.

Death is not terrifying.

Before meeting her, he had never thought about living properly in the future; if not for her, he would have destroyed the Pei Family long ago, and perhaps he would no longer be among the living.

These past few months were the best gift she had given him, the most real sensations, the true feeling of being alive.

He only feared that there would be no one to protect her.

He could not trust anyone in this world, yet fate had not let him go since he was very young, to the point that he could not even protect the person he loved for long.

Should he be able to trust Sheng Yu?