The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

Everyone was attracted by the sound.

Following the direction of the sound, I saw that it was Song Nansheng who dropped the teacup on the table to the ground.

There were debris and tea all over the floor.

Song Nansheng was leaning on the table with one hand, his head lowered, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Old Madam Zhou, who was sitting at the top, showed an unhappy look towards Song Nansheng.

I just thought that Song Nansheng was not satisfied with Mu Sheng and Jiang Wanqing admitting their mistakes.

Now he was even more dissatisfied with Song.

Doesn't she understand what is more important?

At that moment, he scolded: "Nan Sheng! Don't be so petty again!"

Jiang Wanqing also looked over, frowned, and said nothing.

Because she observed that Song Nansheng's already slender hands were now gripping the table tightly, with veins bulging.

She is not dissatisfied...

This is…

Feeling unwell?

Is it...

Just when Jiang Wanqing guessed something, Song Nansheng happened to raise his head.

Everyone took a breath.

In just a moment, Song Nansheng's face turned terribly pale, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

Old Madam Zhou became a little worried. Without caring about anything else, she hurried to Song Nansheng.

Worried, "Where do you feel unwell?"

Song Nansheng covered his lower abdomen with one hand, with an expression of unbearable pain on his face and uncontrollable panic in his eyes.

Zhang Zhang: "Aunt, my child...child..."

Old Madam Zhou was startled and looked at Song Nansheng's sister's belly.

There was panic in his eyes.

How could something happen to the child?

She didn't have time to get someone to drug her.

He originally thought that by using Jiang Wanqing's hand, Song Nansheng could defeat Jiang Wanqing and control her.

Now, this incident has disrupted her original thoughts.

Jiang Wanqing looked at Old Madam Zhou who was still standing there in a daze.

She couldn't help but raise her voice: "Mother-in-law! We have to find a doctor for Sister Nan Sheng right now!"

Old Madam Zhou was interrupted by this and quickly reacted. She looked at the maid beside her and said, "Why don't you go find a doctor quickly?"

The maid ran outside with a worried look on her face.

Zhou Musheng was also worried. He came to Song Nansheng and pulled Nansheng's sleeve.

His eyes were anxious: "Mother...Aunt, are you feeling bad?"

Looking closely, there was a hint of guilt and panic in Zhou Musheng's eyes.

Song Nansheng gritted his teeth and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

She just felt that her entire lower abdomen was as if being stabbed by a knife.

The pain is unbearable.

Jiang Wanqing ordered the maid beside her: "Hurry up and take Miss cousin out of the room."

Two maids came forward, one on the left and one on the right, to support Song Nansheng.

After a while, everyone moved to Song Nansheng's room.

Song Nansheng tossed and turned in bed in pain.

Old Madam Zhou didn't know what to do.

He just kept urging, "Why hasn't the doctor come yet?"

Finally, he ran to the door of the house and waited for the doctor.

Zhou Musheng's eyes were always on Song Nansheng, and he felt more and more guilty.

Jiang Wanqing sat next to Song Nansheng's bed.

She looked concerned: "Sister Nan Sheng, you must hold on. This is... Mr. Xiang's posthumous child. You must hold on to this child."

When Song Nansheng heard this, he froze for a moment.

Even though she felt waves of pain in her lower abdomen, she endured it.

He stared at Jiang Wanqing, panting softly, but his tone was firm: "Don't worry, cousin, I will definitely...definitely keep this child."

Now, she already has a child, Mu Sheng.

If she adds the baby in her belly, her chances of winning will naturally be better.

She must give birth to another child for her brother Zi Gu!

"Ah! My belly!"

The next moment, Song Nansheng let out a shrill cry.

She clutched her lower abdomen with one hand and the quilt with the other, with an unstoppable look of pain on her face.

Jiang Wanqing looked at it and couldn't help but take a breath.

The medicine given by Mo Yu is surprisingly effective.

It was just a fake miscarriage.

Jiang Wanqing sighed, with sympathy in his eyes.

"Some things cannot be forced, Sister Nan Sheng, you know that if you want to force something, the price you pay may not be something you can bear."

After hearing this, Song Nansheng's struggling movements gradually subsided.

Her face was covered in sweat and her complexion was pale.

His eyes were fixed on Jiang Wanqing, his pupils shrank slightly: "What do you mean by that?"

Jiang Wanqing sighed and said, "This child has no fate with the Zhou family, the Xingchang Marquisate, and even less with Mu Sheng."

Song Nansheng's eyes widened.

Incredulously, he said, "What are you talking about?"

For some reason, Song Nansheng always felt that there was something else behind Jiang Wanqing's words.

It’s more like, did Jiang Wanqing know something?

Song Nansheng asked directly: "Do you know everything?"

Jiang Wanqing was stunned, with an innocent look on her face: "Sister Nan Sheng, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you are saying?"

The waves of pain in his body made Song Nansheng unable to speak any more.

"The doctor is here!"

It was at this time that the voice of Old Madam Zhou was heard.

Jiang Wanqing and Zhou Musheng gave up their seats to the doctor.

Song Nansheng's eyes were still fixed on Jiang Wanqing.

When Old Madam Zhou saw this, she felt a little puzzled.

As his pulse was felt, Song Nansheng's gaze returned to the doctor.

Song Nansheng pleaded with a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Doctor, please, no matter what, you must save the baby in my belly."

The doctor didn't say anything, but looked troubled.

Then he continued to take the patient's pulse.

After a long time, the doctor turned around and shook his head at Old Madam Zhou.

Old Madam Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the fetus in her belly is gone, she doesn't have to do it herself.

The moment Song Nansheng saw the doctor shaking his head, his mind went blank.

He pulled the curtain and sat up, grabbing the doctor's hand.

She touched her belly with her other hand and said in disbelief, "What do you mean by shaking your head? My child is still in my belly! Just now, I could feel him moving in my belly."

Madam Zhou sighed and comforted her, "Nan Sheng, don't be too excited. You will have children in the future."

Jiang Wanqing said appropriately: "But mother-in-law, those children are not this child after all. Now that Master Xiang is dead, any other children in the future will not be the children of Sister Nan Sheng and Master Xiang."

These words undoubtedly made Old Madam Zhou feel less distressed about Nan Sheng.

"Shut up!" Song Nansheng glared at Jiang Wanqing, gritting his teeth.

Then, she turned to look at the doctor and said, "Doctor, please prescribe some pregnancy-preserving medicine for me. You should give it a try. What if you can keep the baby?"

"Blood! So much blood!"

Zhou Musheng suddenly exclaimed, and his face turned pale.