CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 119: WRONG

"Give it to me," Yan Wuxu’s body, which had just sat up, collapsed again due to weakness.

Su Ziceng covered her mouth, tears rolling down and falling onto the baby. Startled by the sudden external warmth, the infant’s cries grew louder, as if it wanted to prove to the two women beside him that he was meant to be a healthy baby.

"Please, give the child to me," Su Ziceng’s tears, not far away, scared Yan Wuxu.

Wrapped up more tightly, Su Ziceng handed the infant over to Yan Wuxu’s arms.

Yan Wuxu looked at the child. "The facial features are truly beautiful, so much like ours." She whispered, singing a nursery rhyme.

The sound of the nursery rhyme was sweet and melodious. Yan Wuxu swayed to her feet, her silhouette appearing helpless, her legs trembling violently, like a wandering spirit or a patient struck with madness. She walked straight toward the bustling street, quickening her pace until, at last, she was running forward with all her strength.

"Wuxu," Su Ziceng moved quickly. She once thought herself to be the most pitiable person in the world, but at this moment, Yan Wuxu, was a thousand times, a million times more pitiable than her.

Yan Wuxu’s momentum was successfully stopped by her. Yan Wuxu could hear the sobbing from Su Ziceng behind her, the tears streaming down onto her own neck.

From behind, Su Ziceng couldn’t see Yan Wuxu’s face, nor did she have the heart to look at Yan Wuxu’s face, which must have been overwhelmed with sorrow at this moment.

People always have sides unknown to others, and Yan Wuxu had many such unknown sides. Su Qingzhang didn’t know, Su Ziceng didn’t know, Fei Qing didn’t know, even her own mother didn’t know. That woman, standing on the edge of the street, on the verge of a breakdown, had a smile on her face as though a conspiracy had just succeeded.

Su Ziceng, indeed, had been duped.

"Ziceng, let me die," Yan Wuxu with a smile, let out a dry cry, "A child who’s been ruined like this will also ruin my entire life." What could Yan Wuxu expect from an infant with disabled limbs? Expect him to inherit the Su and Fei families’ businesses? What a joke, truly a massive joke.

"Not necessarily, we can find the best doctor, to treat him..." Su Ziceng firmly held onto Yan Wuxu’s upper body, unwilling to let her have any chance to rush forward again.

"Rather than possibly enduring the neglect of Chang Mei and Qing Chang, it would be better to die with him now," Yan Wuxu freed one hand and pretended to pry open Su Ziceng’s fingers.

"You..." Flashes of the criminal’s face passed through Su Ziceng’s mind; it was him. Chang Chi’s alcoholic father; today’s robbery was not simple. The Chang’s mother and daughter, truly have a vicious heart.

"Ziceng," Yan Wuxu turned around, her eyes bearing down on Su Ziceng, "I’m your good friend, everything that happened today, you brought upon me."

Su Ziceng’s complexion turned pale as she looked at Yan Wuxu, her eyes red with despair. Yes, it was she who wanted to use Yan Wuxu, which led her to this point today. The original Yan Wuxu was a naive student, just a simple girl who wanted to survive and stay at Kelly Women’s College as a teacher.

It was she who brought Yan Wuxu into these chaotic affairs of the Su family. And it was she who failed to protect Yan Wuxu well. She had clearly promised Aunt Yan to take good care of Yan Wuxu, and Han Fang, and...

With a "thump," Yan Wuxu knelt down, holding the child and desperately kowtowing to Su Ziceng.

"Please, Ziceng, for my child and I to live well, we both need to be healthy. I need a healthy child, don’t worry, he won’t compete with you for the inheritance, he won’t," Yan Wuxu’s forehead struck the cement ground hard, until blood seeped out.

"Wuxu, don’t be like this, it’s me who has wronged you," Su Ziceng’s regret surged forth, she held back her tears and helped Yan Wuxu up, "He, he’s my little brother, let’s take care of him together."

Yan Wuxu knew that Su Ziceng had been persuaded by her. She lowered her head to look at the baby in her arms and murmured, "No, you need a healthy little brother. Let’s go find a real little ’Su’ master."

When late night arrived, Su Qingzhang still had not seen Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu return; the driver had not picked them up on time. Calling Ziceng’s phone, it was also always unreachable.

"What’s going on? Where are they? Contact the in-laws again," Su Qingzhang was anxiously irritable. Meanwhile, Chang’s mother and daughter sat on the side, pretending to be greatly concerned.

How could two living people just disappear? Su Qingzhang was close to calling the police—he had actually thought about it more than once, but was always suppressed by Chang Mei using the excuse that less than 48 hours had passed.

Chang Mei was also a bit anxious. She had hinted at the drunk to kidnap Yan Wuxu, but she did not intend for him to abduct Su Ziceng too. Now neither party was contactable, and she had no idea what was going on.

It was only after eleven o’clock that the Su Family’s telephone rang urgently.

Su Qingzhang snatched up the phone, Su Ziceng’s voice was still panting, "Dad, Wuxu has given birth, 3.8 kilograms, in the maternity department of Xiehe Hospital."

Su Ziceng’s voice also carried some unease, but the ecstatic Su Qingzhang didn’t notice it.

Before heading to the hospital, Yan Wuxu made another call to Mrs. Yan explaining the general situation. Mrs. Yan didn’t know where she got a baby from and took away the disabled infant that Yan Wuxu had given birth to.

Afterwards, Mrs. Yan took Yan Wuxu to the hospital she designated, which was claimed to be operated by relatives of her family.

Upon arrival, the hospital staff, including doctors and nurses indeed treated Yan Wuxu very well, carrying out the necessary postpartum disinfection. The process lasted until half-past ten before she was taken to the ward.

By the time everyone from the Su family arrived at this obscure private hospital, it was already midnight.

Su Qingzhang, becoming a father again after more than twenty years, once he saw that Yan Wuxu was unharmed, started to play with the loudly crying baby, so delighted that he couldn’t stop smiling.

Chang Mei stood in the delivery room for a while; Yan Wuxu’s complexion was good, she didn’t seem to be frightened. Instead, it was Su Ziceng’s face that looked a bit off.

Chang Mei thought for a moment, then stepped out of the room. She was just about to pick up her mobile phone when she was stopped by Su Ziceng who had followed her out.

The two stood in the quiet corridor, sizing each other up, Chang Mei noticed some bloodstains on Su Ziceng’s coat. "What’s this?"

"Chang Mei, sooner or later you’ll face retribution," Su Ziceng thought of everything she experienced today and all that had happened in the past.

"Su Ziceng, don’t you speak to my mother with that tone, or I’ll tell godfather," Chang Chi cut in between them, staring at Su Ziceng defiantly.

"Shut up, your drunken dad almost killed Wuxu and her child today. If you make more noise, I’ll call the police right now." Su Ziceng uttered these words with hatred, her eyes full of condemnation. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket on Qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation.)