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"I'm afraid the child might not make it!" the Nurse said anxiously.
Nan Wan's brows furrowed, and his usually calm voice carried a hint of urgency. "Please tell the Doctor to do everything he can. If the child doesn't survive, he must ensure the adult is saved!"
The Nurse nodded. "Understood."
He stepped aside, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. After a few beeps, a cold voice came through. Nan Wan didn't waste time on pleasantries and went straight to the point. "Is this Shangguan Shaoyi?"
Shangguan Shaoyi paused for a moment. Recognizing Nan Wan's voice, he felt a flicker of hope that Cheng Mosu had come to her senses. He replied, "It's me. What can I do for you, Mr. Nan?"
"Are you still pretending to be a Father?" Nan Wan's words were harsh and accusatory. "Your wife is giving birth, and she's in critical condition! Where are you? Hurry up and come here!"
Shangguan Shaoyi's cold gaze dropped slightly as he leaned back in his chair, feeling a momentary suffocation from the tangled thoughts in his mind. After a long pause, he finally said, "Mr. Nan, from the moment she killed my Father-in-law, I have had nothing to do with her."
"You... you really are heartless; I can't even compare." Nan Wan softened his tone with a sigh. The other end fell silent, and he couldn't guess Shangguan Shaoyi's emotions. He only heard the tiredness hidden beneath that cold voice: "My heart can only hold Cheng Mosu; everyone else is irrelevant to me."
Nan Wan shook his head and helplessly hung up the phone, fully aware of Shangguan Shaoyi's character. He knew that Shangguan Shaoyi never liked Jiang Yating; he had only married her thinking Cheng Mosu was dead. Later, Jiang Yating set him up, and eventually sent people to assassinate his beloved. He endured again and again but finally reached his breaking point with Jiang Yating's betrayal; it was hard to blame him for being unfeeling.
"Uncle Nan." Cheng Mosu appeared behind him at some point. He turned to look at her; she wore a light blue embroidered Qipao adorned with jasmine flowers and black patent leather high heels. Her eyes were clear and bright, and her rose-colored lips trembled slightly, exuding a fragrance like orchids.
He sighed. "Cheng Mosu, you're here."
"What about Jiang Yating..." Cheng Mosu glanced at the door, her voice soft and gentle. "How is she?"
Nan Wan shook her head, "The situation is not optimistic. Doctor said the child might not be saved."
A pang of pain slid through her heart, leaving an unpleasant feeling. She had thought she resented Jiang Yating for indirectly causing her Father's death. She also believed she did not want to see Jiang Yating and Shaoyi's child born, yet at this moment, she found herself hoping that Jiang Yating could escape danger.
Those feelings of hatred and unwillingness faded over time. The fate had reached its end, and the resentment was nearing its conclusion. She did not want to complain or dwell on anything; she was still alive, so how could she let the sorrows of the world tear apart the warmth lingering in her heart?
Who does not have someone they love? Who does not have things they resent? Those overlapping memories of love and hate, entangled emotions could not blind her eyes. She only wished to erase those feelings from her heart and find peace within.
Though she could not fully forgive Jiang Yating, at least the child was innocent and should not have to leave this world without even a chance to see it.
The hot Summer Breeze lifted the Curtain, and the stifling air felt oppressive. Jiang Yating lay on the hospital bed, her dark hair disheveled on her forehead and pillow, contrasting sharply with her pale complexion. She bit her lip tightly, adding a touch of color to her pale lips. Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly as she stared wide-eyed, waiting for something, hoping for something.
She heard Doctor's words clearly; he said her child would not survive. At this thought, her body felt weak and powerless, devoid of any courage to live on. Had she sinned too much that heaven punished her existence in this way? If punishment was necessary, it should be solely for her; why punish her child?
She looked out at the blue sky beyond the window, her lips trembling slightly. The Nurse leaned closer to hear what she was saying.
The Nurse widened her eyes in fear as she looked at Jiang Yating's pale Countenance. The clarity in her eyes revealed her determination. The Nurse nodded and whispered to the Attending Physician, but he shook his head and said, "Consort Shangguan, we cannot heed your decision. If Mr. Shangguan were here..."
"He... he is not here, and he will not come." Jiang Yating used all her strength to grasp the Doctor's wrist, her voice earnest, "Please help me save this child. I don't care if I die; I just want my child to live. With the legal guardian absent, you can only listen to my opinion; otherwise... otherwise neither I nor my child will survive."
The Attending Physician paused, looking into her shining Eyes, knowing she had made up her mind, and nodded. Only then did Jiang Yating feel a weight lift from her heart as she let out a long breath. Vivid images flashed before her eyes, pulling her into a cycle of memories that touched the depths of her soul.
Once upon a time, she was just an innocent girl dreaming of the ripe plums in Jiangnan under the sun while listening to flute music on a rainy night boat ride. Once upon a time, under her mother's insistence, she became someone unlike herself; tears like candlelight were about to dry up as falling plums heralded late coldness. Once upon a time, she understood love; missing someone felt like flowing water with no end in sight. Once upon a time, she learned about her origins but could only utter one phrase: no home to ask about life or death. She had experienced what needed to be experienced and should have let go of what needed to be let go. With such an ending, she had no regrets; only, she still owed someone a life.
The baby's cries pierced through the oppressive air, heralding the arrival of new life and a new beginning.
Outside the door, Nan Wan was taken aback. He exchanged glances with Cheng Mosu, and upon seeing the Attending Physician come out holding the child, he couldn't help but feel anger rise within him. "Wasn't I clear that you were supposed to save the adult? What happened!?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Nan. We were just following the wishes of the individual involved. She insisted on saving this baby boy, so..."
Cheng Mosu trembled slightly at the corners of her mouth as she looked at the infant in swaddling clothes, inexplicably feeling a surge of emotion. Her voice was soft and gentle, tinged with a hint of timidity as she asked, "May I... hold this child?"
"Please." The Doctor handed the baby to her. She smiled softly; the child cried loudly as she cradled him, gently rocking him back and forth. Her movements were tender, her words calm, and gradually, the restless heart began to settle, her mind and body slowly clearing. It turned out that the power of new life was truly immense!
"How is Yating doing?" Nan Wan asked.
The Attending Physician shook his head. "She has lost too much blood; I'm afraid she won't make it. She still has a bit of consciousness left and would like to speak with Miss Cheng."
Cheng Mosu lifted her water-colored eyes and smiled faintly. "Alright."
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