Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
Su Zhinian only got one word out because, at that moment, Song Qingchun, who stood before him, suddenly reeled back with her hands on her stomach, and her face turned incredibly blanched.
Tingting?
Su Zhinian asked anxiously. He rushed to her side immediately.
What’s wrong?
Song Qingchun held her stomach and uttered a soft
pain
before groaning. Su Zhinian held her in his arms and could experience the pain she was in. It caused him to become flustered; this was one of the few occasions where his brain had stopped functioning. He asked a rather dumb question,
Pain? From where?
Sto-ma…
Song Qingchun could barely finish the word when her whole body shivered with pain.
Su Zhinian also started to shake. Without hesitating, he yelled at the top of his lungs,
Secretary Yang! Secretary Yang!
Secretary Yang soon appeared in his office following some crashing sound. She was about to greet Miss Song when she was shocked by the scene that unfolded before her. Thankfully, she recovered quickly since she was a mother of two already. She saw the stain on Song Qingchun’s pants and concluded quickly,
CEO Su, Miss Song’s water just broke… The baby is coming…
Water just broke?
Even though this was his first child, Su Zhinian, who had read many books to prepare, glanced at Song Qingchun’s lower body, and when he saw the water stain that Secretary Yang mentioned, he pulled Song Qingchun off the floor into his arms and ordered Secretary Yang in a hurry,
I’ll send Tingting to the hospital now. Call the doctors and get them to be ready!
Also, call the Song family and get them to grab the bag that I’ve already prepared and left in the second floor bedroom. Have them send it to the hospital!
Also, get someone to start the engine of my car in the parking lot!
Su Zhinian was at the office door when Song Qingchun pulled on his arm weakly. He lowered his head to look at the woman who had a sheen of sweat on her forehead, and his heart twitches with pain. He consoled her as best as he could.
Tingting, don’t be scared. We’ll be at the hospital soon, hold in there…
Song Qingchun moaned from pain. After some time, she finally forced out a weak voice, saying,
Di… divorce…
Still thinking about divorce at a time like this‽
Su Zhinian’s gait stuttered as he said,
Tingting, we can talk about that later…
No…
Song Qingchun shook her head. She was in too much pain to vocalize her thoughts, but through the close contact, Su Zhinian knew what was on her mind.
If you don’t agree to the divorce, then I will have no energy to give birth to this child!
Su Zhinian shivered from fear, and even the words that stumbled out of his lips were shaky.
Tingting, don’t be crazy…
Song Qingchun grunted with pain, cutting Su Zhinian off. Then he read another thought from her mind. If you refuse to divorce me, then I’ll definitely be depressed, and if I’m depressed, then I’ll have a hard labour…
Su Zhinian’s face suddenly became even whiter than Song Qingchun’s.
Urgh, the pain…
Following an internal scream, Song Qingchun’s thoughts returned to the earlier subject… And with hard labour, there is a chance of metrorrhagia…
If not for the fact that Su Zhinian had to support Song Qingchun in his arms as he rushed down the stairs, he might just have collapsed from the thoughts circling through Song Qingchun’s mind.
Metrorrhagia might cause both the mother and the child to die…
Mother and child to die?
