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The stomach is still growing day by day, from a small embryo to a living thing with a heartbeat, Jing Shu can even feel him moving, like a ball rolling from left to right, and then from right to left, occasionally Pushing against her with small fists, and occasionally rubbing against her with small feet and small buttocks, she is so resistant and disgusted with this child, if her hands could touch his belly, she would definitely kill him in the bud without hesitation, but she can't do anything, He watched helplessly that this body was like a container, giving birth to a bargaining chip that shouldn't exist for him.

Doctors and nurses come to make ward rounds every day to give her rehabilitation and nursing care. The aunt guards her 24 hours a day in shifts. In order to prevent the child from any accidents, nutrition needles are hung and the fetal heart rate is monitored. This room has become a living room. Medical room, no privacy, no freedom, nothing.

Outside the window, the change from early summer to cold winter snow, Jing Shu from the initial madness to the final fiddle with fate, weeping silently, every time she felt the baby's slight fetal movement, she couldn't help crying.

Ji Linjiang has never seen her in the future, before the due date, the day the child started early, Ji Linjiang came to this mansion again after a few months of absence, stepped into this room, and he sat on the single sofa in a relaxed posture the whole time look up.

The doctor asked him, "The conditions for a normal delivery are average, but a cesarean section is safer. Mr. Ji, do you think it is better to have a normal delivery or a cesarean section?"

"Shun." Ji Linjiang said calmly, "No anesthetic."

The doctor was startled, then nodded.

Jing Shu's wrists and ankles were still clasped by the chains, pulling them to both sides. He was lying on the bed in the shape of a "big" character, his legs were slightly bent, and his whole body seemed to have died countless times, and had been dismembered countless times. The severe pain at the top of the wave almost made her faint. She didn't want to have a baby, but the feeling of swelling and tearing in her lower abdomen drove her crazy, and the natural physiological reaction of uterine contractions drove her to exert herself.

I don't know how long this process lasted, it was like a lifetime of torment, roasted in a raging fire, Jing Shu seemed to have died once and for all, all the bones in his body were smashed, his skin seemed to be cracked inch by inch, his hands were grim Grabbing the bed sheet, under the guidance of the midwife, she screamed desperately, with a voice like torn brocade, and finally gave birth to the baby.

The midwife happily cut the umbilical cord of the child, scrubbed the child clean, vaccinated the child, wrapped it up, and carried it to Ji Linjiang, "Mr. Ji, it's a girl."

Ji Linjiang glanced lightly at the child's wrinkled face, got up and walked outside, "Take it away."

The child was taken away overnight by the aunt, and the newborn's sheep-like cry was accompanied by Jingshu's wailing. She struggled from the bed and fell to the ground, "My child...my child...give me back my child!"

Her shrill voice is full of pathetic power, which is a mother's overwhelming maternal desire for protection.

Ji Linjiang left the mansion with the child, and before getting into the car, he said lightly, "Let her go."

That night, Jingshu was free.

This night, it was the Spring Festival in February, the ice was still cold, the sky was full of fireworks, and the people of Haigang City ushered in the new year. Jing Shu seemed to have crawled back from the gate of hell. She had just experienced countless destructions. The rebirth of the child, the reshaping after being crushed, and the mournful cry came from the room. When the child was in her womb, she wished she could free her hands to press her down hard, but it grew bigger day by day. Her belly, the heartbeat she felt day and night, the baby's gentle fetal movement when she was sad and crying, the baby's heartbeat speeding up on the fetal heart rate monitoring when she was in pain and despair, and the baby's violent wandering in her stomach when she was angry, these points Every detail seems to be telling her: Mom, don't cry, Mom has me!

Any mood swings by her will bring the child the fetal movement and strength of the same heart.

She obviously hates the existence of children so much, but in the company of being together day and night, her heart melted into her stomach little by little, and melted into this bond of blood. These unspeakable warmth filled a hopeless life. The moment she gave birth to the child, her whole heart was given out in this way. After the collapsed world was reshaped, it was condensed on the child and given out together, and she had nothing at all.

This may be the power of maternal love.

The lively Spring Festival was also Lu Jinqiao's first Spring Festival with Song Sipu after he became healthy. After dinner, Lu Rao sat in the living room and made a video with Jiya, while Song Sipu accompanied Lu Jinqiao to watch on the rooftop of the public area. fireworks.

It was still very cold at the end of winter in February, Lu Jinqiao was wearing a coat, lying on the railing and staring at the sky brightly, her life has come to this point, it is considered very complete.

Brother Dong called at this time, wishing Song Sipu a happy new year, and then added, "It's been almost a year, and there is still no news about Min Jingshu. He is a bodyguard, but he is already in the circle of bodyguards closest to him, and there is still no news, only that Min Jingshu and Ji Linjiang had a big fight that night and dropped things. Missing, it is said that she may have been buried without anyone noticing..."

Song Sipu's complexion sank.