CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 118: UNEXPECTED DELIVERY

At this moment, Yan Wuxu was so frightened that she couldn’t make a sound. She looked around in horror, and as cars passed by one after another on the street, no one noticed a pregnant woman facing a life-threatening danger.

She took off all her rings and wristwatch hurriedly, with her ring rolling onto the ground. However, the assailant did not turn back to pick it up and harshly commanded, "Stand up."

The sharp knife was pressed against Yan Wuxu’s chin, its gleaming blade reflecting a pair of eyes slowly regaining composure.

The assailant reeked of alcohol, and his eyes showed more panic than Yan Wuxu’s. His knife trembled persistently, as if he was about to stab, yet somewhat hesitant.

"He’s not here to rob," Yan Wuxu’s peripheral vision caught sight of the ring that had fallen to the ground. This ring was a wedding ring given to her by Su Qingzhang. Its value surpassed any other jewelry she was wearing.

The owner of the sharp knife seemed to have made up his mind, as the blade slowly moved downward toward Yan Wuxu’s stomach.

Yan Wuxu’s hand, protecting her earrings, still stiffened in the air. She felt the earrings tightly gripping her earlobes, causing a sharp pain in her brain. No, she must protect everything she has now, or it would be all over.

Several campaign cars of the Fei Family sped past on the road beside them, shouting the slogan "Serving the citizens."

A few bottles of mineral water were thrown over from the side. After buying the water, Su Ziceng who was turning back witnessed the scene: "Robbery! Someone is robbing!"

The assailant was hit and staggered sideways, the knife veered a few inches, grazing Yan Wuxu’s protruding belly.

Yan Wuxu heard the sound of fabric tearing beside her ear, then her hand moved down from her earrings.

The bottle of mineral water hit the ground, broke, and water flowed all over.

"Ah," the assailant let out a miserable yell—the crazy pregnant woman, she actually snatched the knife. The sharp blade stabbed into the assailant’s arm before being pulled out, then again into his shoulder, and the side of his face, blood sprayed everywhere.

The bright sunshine and blood orange colors merged into a bizarre image.

"Wuxu!" Su Ziceng, not knowing where he found the courage, embraced Yan Wuxu, and both of them fell to the side.

The assailant on the ground howled in pain, mustering the last bit of his strength, he fled.

The knife was still in Yan Wuxu’s hand as Su Ziceng looked at Yan Wuxu’s body. The front of her maternity dress was slit, but thankfully nothing underneath was harmed. Her eyes filled with tears, she repeatedly said, "I’m sorry, Wuxu." If only she hadn’t walked away, if only she hadn’t agreed to walk around with Yan Wuxu.

"Ziceng, I am going to give birth," Yan Wuxu felt her hand loosen, and felt a peculiar sensation at her lower body. It was different from last time; it was life, a vivid sensation.

He was finally here, her child. Yan Wuxu wanted to sit up but couldn’t harness any strength from her body. The maternity dress was still stained with the assailant’s blood.

"Hold on, I’ll call an ambulance," Su Ziceng pulled out his phone and found that it had been broken during the intense scuffle, and Yan Wuxu didn’t have a phone by her side.

"Wait," Su Ziceng looked around again, no one was around. Why was there no one? She ran to the middle of the road, disregarding the ongoing traffic, calling out for help from passing cars.

The drivers, seeing Yan Wuxu all bloody and Su Ziceng in a panic, refused to stop their cars, afraid of getting involved in trouble.

"Ziceng, come back, come back..." Yan Wuxu’s voice grew weaker and weaker, she felt the cervix desperately contracting, the poor child, it seems it could only be born on the roadside now.

Su Ziceng ran back, took off her own coat, and shaded Yan Wuxu from the sun. She had never experienced a scene of a woman giving birth before, and Yan Wuxu clenched her hand tightly, her breathing irregular.

"Wuxu, listen," Su Ziceng racked her brains, hoping to think of something: "Take deep breaths, hold onto my hand, push hard."

Su Ziceng didn’t even know what she was saying anymore, Yan Wuxu opened her eyes and then closed them, her face completely distorted because of the pain.

"Wuxu," Su Ziceng patted her face, "I was also born at home, my mom managed to give birth to me, you can do it too. Wuxu, Wuxu." Su Ziceng dared not handle shaking her, she could only shout loudly by her ear.

Stupid Ziceng, mentioning only the bad, when Qiao Chu gave birth to her, she died of hemorrhage. Yan Wuxu’s mind cleared up a bit, a smile crossed her lips, her body already soaked, and she could taste something salty on her lips. It was unclear whether it was sweat, or the blood of the thug from before.

Her legs bent sharply, then she straightened them forcefully, her delicate skin, on the cement ground, got scraped, but at that moment Yan Wuxu already couldn’t feel the pain.

Between her legs, the unbearable pain, the child that had stayed in her belly for just over eight months, was eager to come out.

"It’s coming," Su Ziceng saw a part of a bloodied body emerging from beneath Yan Wuxu, she reached out to catch the baby, the placenta and umbilical cord slid out together.

The damaging sharp knife was still tossed aside. Now there wasn’t time to think about that much, Su Ziceng picked up the half bottle of mineral water that was left and washed repeatedly, then gritted her teeth and cut the umbilical cord.

Yan Wuxu had become unresponsive, but from her calmed down breathing, Su Ziceng knew that everything was still okay.

The baby, wrapped in the jacket, emitted a weak cry, smaller in movement than a typical newborn.

"Is it a boy?" Yan Wuxu’s voice trembled a bit, although she knew the previous pregnancy test indicated it was a boy.

"It’s a boy," Su Ziceng quickly took a look, intending to hand the baby over to Yan Wuxu. She needed to call an ambulance, take further action, but leaving Yan Wuxu alone here felt unsafe.

"Is he a handsome little boy?" Yan Wuxu no longer cared about her own safety; she only wanted to know if the little boy, carrying hers and Fei Qing’s genes, had inherited the good traits of both.

The newborn, how can one tell if he’s handsome or not, all look like little monkeys. However, considering what Yan Wuxu had just been through, Su Ziceng thought about agreeing with her.

"Quite handsome..." Su Ziceng clearly saw the little boy’s features, just as she was about to answer, her voice abruptly halted.

The baby’s face still had some birth hair, his cry was smaller than that of a typical infant, his range of motion not large either. His movements were so limited because his arms and legs were atrophied, like four lumps of flesh, clinging to his little body, also covered in his mother’s blood.

"What’s wrong? What’s wrong?" Yan Wuxu sensed Su Ziceng’s unusually heavy silence, she opened her eyes again, her hands searching in the air, wanting to see her child (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)