CHAPTER 237: CHAPTER 237: THE BAD NEWS ARRIVES

"With those words, I feel at ease," Li Shiheng’s voice was gentle and soft.

He lifted his hand, stroking Zhuang Jie Ning’s hair over and over, whispering tenderly, "Jie Ning, you must teach our child well in the future. I hope they can grow up to be as wonderful a person as you."

Zhuang Jie Ning’s body trembled more and more real as Li Shiheng spoke.

She had no idea why Li Shiheng had suddenly changed his tune, nor did she understand where his gentleness sprang from.

All she could do was to do her best to cooperate, barely holding up a smile, she said, "Our child, of course I will take good care of them, after all, this is the crystallization of our love, isn’t it?"

"Good, thank you." Li Shiheng suddenly reached out with both arms, hugging Zhuang Jie Ning tightly. She wasn’t prepared and stiffened for a moment.

Someone lamented, "Mr. Li and Miss Zhuang are truly a match made in heaven, perfectly paired!"

This remark led everyone to echo in agreement. Some even looked towards Li Tingmo and Tang Yuwei, congratulating them on their soon-to-be grandchild.

Li Tingmo was calm and composed, smiling elegantly, while Tang Yuwei could not hide her tension, watching Li Shiheng.

Amidst the heartwarming music and all eyes on them, Li Shiheng turned his face aside, whispering into Zhuang Jie Ning’s ear with a cool tone, "Zhuang Jie Ning, the game is over."

Zhuang Jie Ning’s pupils suddenly constricted, still not understanding what Li Shiheng meant when the warm blood splashed onto her face the next moment.

Chaos ensued at the scene, and Li Shiheng, who was tightly hugging Zhuang Jie Ning, collapsed to the ground.

"Shiheng!" Tang Yuwei was the first to react, rushing towards Li Shiheng. People were also helplessly assisting amidst indescribable chaos.

But Zhuang Jie Ning was the only one who remained motionless. After what felt like an eternity, she finally regained her senses and, trembling, reached up to touch her face only to find it covered in blood.

"Ah—" Zhuang Jie Ning realized what had happened and screamed in shock.

Li Shiheng had already been taken away by several doctors, and just as Tang Yuwei was about to rush out, she heard Zhuang Jie Ning’s piercing scream and, raging, turned around and slapped her across the face.

"Shut your mouth!" Tang Yuwei’s eyes were red with anger as she said, "You harbringer of doom, you’ve cursed my son to death! And now you’re wailing here! It seems like you can’t wait for Shiheng to die!"

Zhuang Jie Ning was struck by Tang Yuwei, stopping her screams mid-cry, and listened in a daze to Tang Yuwei’s furious shouting, with emptiness in her eyes that was terrifying.

After a long while, when she came to her senses, the wedding venue was completely deserted.

Zhuang Jie Ning slowly collapsed to the ground, and it was only at this moment that she understood what this wedding was really about.

Li Shiheng was taking revenge on everyone, not just her, but the entire Li Family as well.

If Li Shiheng truly died, the news of his death could no longer be concealed. Everyone would learn of this farce, and the Li Family would be thrown into headless chaos. Li Shiheng intentionally didn’t give anyone time to adjust; he wanted the farce to be as big and as noisy as possible.

At that time, Li Tingmo would have to bear the burden of the chaotic Li Family until his own child was born.

As for herself, he had placed her on a moral high ground; everyone knew how deeply Li Shiheng had cherished her. If she were to remarry early with the assets of the Li Family, she would be the subject of endless gossip.

This was not a wedding at all; this was a trap set by Li Shiheng for everyone, a Feast at Hongmen.

Zhuang Jie Ning let out a bitter laugh, and as she laughed, she finally calmed down and slowly wiped the tears from her face, "Zhuang Jie Ning, you haven’t lost yet. Li Shiheng is still in surgery; he might not be in danger! You still have a chance!"

As long as it’s not today, as long as it’s not today...

Zhuang Jie Ning thought this way, finally mustered the strength, and slowly stood up, staggering towards the outside.

At this moment, on the highway, Bai Xu abruptly stopped the car.

Bian Yue and Shen Zhaoli were originally chatting idly, and now seeing Bai Xu suddenly stop the car, they guessed that something had happened.

Bai Xu looked towards Bian Yue and said in a deep voice: "Miss Bian, I’m sorry, but could you come with me to the hospital? Mr. Li has had an accident."

Bian Yue was shocked, a very bad premonition spreading in her heart.

She frowned and said solemnly: "Don’t delay, let’s go."

Shen Zhaoli looked at Bian Yue, and after a long pause, patted her shoulder and said: "Li Sihe has been ill for so long, the Li Family has been using the best medical resources to keep him alive. Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong this time."

Bian Yue could only nod her head. She thought of the look Li Sihe had given her when she left the banquet hall.

It didn’t feel significant at the time, but thinking back now, it was clearly desolate to the bone.

Bian Yue slowly turned her head, looking out the window, her heart unsettled.

At the hospital, in the operating room.

Li Tingmo and others stood in front of the operating room, all with solemn expressions. Zhuang Jie Ning was sitting on a bench nearby, the blood on her face not yet wiped clean, dried on her features, striking fear into the heart.

When Bian Yue and her group arrived, the doctor had just come out of the operating room.

Li Tingmo walked hurriedly toward the doctor, unable to hide his anxiousness, and asked in an urgent voice: "Doctor, how is my son?"

"We..." The doctor paused, and then said: "I’m sorry, we did our best."

Bian Yue stopped in her tracks, her body inexplicably feeling cold, and she couldn’t help trembling. Seeing this, Shen Zhaoli quickly draped his jacket over her.

"Are you okay?"

Bian Yue couldn’t speak. She stared blankly at the scene. The shock was too much—her emotions felt like a tangled mess, unable to find the crux.

And nearby, Zhuang Jie Ning’s eyes were empty, completely devoid of light.

Tang Yuwei burst into tears, she charged towards the doctor, sobbing: "Can’t you try again? He was perfectly fine during the day!"

"We understand your feelings, but your son’s organs have failed completely. It’s already fortunate he made it to today," the doctor said with a frown and a low voice of apology: "I will hand over your son’s body to you in a moment, please accept my condolences."

Tang Yuwei’s face was pale, she nearly collapsed to the ground, thankfully Li Tingmo swiftly caught her.

"Yuwei! You must pull yourself together! Things have come to this, you can’t break down!" Li Tingmo said gravely: "At the very least, we need to stabilize the situation first."

"The situation, the situation, is all you ever think about!" Tang Yuwei, crying bitterly, pushed away Li Tingmo.

She hysterically accused, "Are you deaf! Didn’t you hear what the doctor just said? He said our son is gone! Li Tingmo! This is your son! Your son!"

"I know, but I have my responsibilities! The Li Family..."

Li Tingmo was not finished speaking, but Tang Yuwei could no longer bear it, pushing him heavily again, "I’ve had enough of you! All you ever care about is the Li Family! Isn’t Shiheng your child too! You clearly knew he was ill from the beginning, but you kept pushing him! Now he’s dead, and you don’t even shed a tear! How can you be so cold-hearted!"