strictlysupreme Chapter 182 Please stay in the hospital with me
Chapter 182 Please stay in the hospital with me
Ling Ruo lowered his eyelids and stopped talking.
Tang Shuya's pleasant voice continued to ring in her ears, "You are pregnant, and I think you might be happier with your father by your side."
"You don't have to feel uneasy. This little money is nothing to me."
Really rich and powerful.
Ling Zhen's original intention to say something was stuck on her lips. What Tang Shuya said was very reasonable. What touched her most was that he approved Ling Tianhua to come back and live with her.
It would be hypocritical to refuse again.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Tang Shuya originally controlled Ling Tianhua just to make Ling Yuan give birth to a child. Now that she no longer mentioned the abortion, there was no need for him to hold Ling Tianhua hostage.
In the afternoon, Tang Shuya accompanied the Ling family father and daughter to the mall, and they had dinner together in the evening.
At the dinner table, Ling Tianhua drank two more glasses and kept holding Tang Shuya's hand and talking nonstop.
Tang Shuya remained humble and gentle as always, neither impatient nor anxious, and listened to Ling Tianhua's drunken talk.
After finally sending Ling Tianhua back and settling everything, Ling Zhen saw Tang Shuya pick up a suit and put it on.
She asked, "Are you going back?"
Tang Shuya straightened his collar and said with a gentle smile, "Can't bear to leave me?"
"..."
"Is it so hard to say you're reluctant to leave me?" He lowered his head and looked at her gently. Without waiting for Ling Zhen to answer, he continued, "Building No. 2 of the Jin Mansion is being renovated. The constant noise will disturb your rest during the day. Your father is back, so you should spend the next few days with him."
Ling Yu had no doubts and responded crisply.
Ling Zhen did not sleep well that night, and was entangled in a series of blurry and long dreams.
In the dream, time seemed to flow back to those gentle days.
His mother's smile was still bright, and Ling Tianhua was sitting leisurely in the rocking chair on the balcony, gently rubbing the yellowed pages of a book in his hands. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, outlining a warm and peaceful picture.
Her mother stood side by side with her, her fingertips lightly touching the vibrant leaves of the plants.
She patiently guided Ling Liang and explained in a gentle voice how to distinguish different types of green.
That meticulous care, like the silent spring rain, nourishes Ling Sha's young heart.
However, the dream scene took a sharp turn for the worse in an instant.
The mother's figure suddenly became blurred, and then a heartbreaking moment froze in front of Ling Liang's eyes.
My mother jumped down from the balcony full of vitality with determination, like a withered red flower that suddenly bloomed in the green ocean but quickly disappeared.
The bright red color was ruthlessly splashed on the emerald green leaves, and the red and green were intertwined to form a shocking picture.
This collision of colors, like a mockery of fate, deeply hurt Ling Sha's eyes and her heart.
At that moment, Ling Sha seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbreaking, intertwined with the silent wailing in his dreams.
She tried hard to reach out and grab something, but she could only watch everything disappear before her eyes, leaving behind endless emptiness and sadness.
In the darkness, Tang Shuya suddenly appeared in front of her.
She couldn't see his face clearly. He was sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes passionate.
A variety of expressions were mixed on his face, changing unpredictably, making his facial features look distorted.
She wanted to escape, but ropes from somewhere trapped her hands and feet.
At this time, Tang Shuya returned to his clear and elegant appearance like the bright moon, and the tenderness in his eyes hidden behind the lenses almost melted her.
"Azhen, don't leave. We have a child."
After he said that, he held her hand tightly.
The ropes around her suddenly disappeared again.
The two of them walked hand in hand, and walked and walked, until they arrived at Ling's mother's grave.
With tears streaming down her face, she cried, "Mom, I want to be a mother too..."
Tang Shuya hugged her.
The photo of their mother on the tombstone was smiling at them, a smile of relief.
As soon as Ling Zhen opened her eyes, tears silently rolled down her cheeks.
She breathed slightly and rubbed her forehead, which was covered with sweat.
The night was dark, and she curled up in a corner of the bed, holding a soft pillow tightly in her arms.
His head was lowered, his face buried in the pillow.
In the dimly lit room, slender shoulders were trembling.
A low and suppressed sob came from the pillow.
Like a helpless child.
Her mother died, her father was in jail, and she was sold.
She had just turned twenty years old at that time, and she had already experienced the ups and downs of life.
She gritted her teeth, held her breath, and fought against time bit by bit, enduring that difficult and long period of time.
Now everyone says that she is quiet and gentle, but who could have guessed that she was once a heartless person with a big grin, and was raised by her parents and loved by them.
Only by experiencing the warmth of the human world can one know how bone-chilling and chilling the cold of the abyss is.
She longed for warmth, a shoulder, an embrace, and a home.
In fact, her mood is very contradictory and complicated, and she often falls into self-doubt and self-blame.
Intellectually, she knew that she couldn't fall in love with Tang Shuya, but emotionally, she couldn't control herself and developed a good impression of him.
She felt like something was wrong with her nerves, and she even suspected that she had Godsmore syndrome.
Otherwise, how could she fall in love with the bastard she was talking about?
The more you suppress yourself, the emotions in your heart will burst out like a hot air balloon, making it difficult to control.
She couldn't help but wonder if he really liked her?
Is everything he does now a manifestation of his liking for himself?
I don’t know, I can’t think of it, and I can’t guess.
Can she really give her heart to him wholeheartedly?
In front of love, people will become greedy, and Ling Ru is just a mortal in the world who is deeply trapped in the suffering of the seven emotions and six desires.
If only he... if only he could say those three words to her in person.
The whole night passed in a daze, and when I woke up the next day, I felt dizzy.
There was also a strange feeling in my lower abdomen. It wasn't pain, nor was it the churning feeling of having a stomachache. It felt like something was stuck in there, and then it was being strangled, and I felt like it was falling all the way down.
Before his mother passed away, Ling Tianhua had already taken charge of the family's meals, so Ling Tianhua prepared Ling Zhen's breakfast and lunch.
After lunch, she lay down for a while, but she felt uncomfortable no matter how she tossed and turned, and there was always a feeling of heaviness and pain down there.
She turned over, covered her aching abdomen with one hand and went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, she stood there in a daze, a light pool of red silently soaking her panties.
Her mind went blank. When she came to her senses and slowly regained consciousness, she felt cold all over at first, but then her legs immediately started to go weak again.
She kept a stiff face, changed her pants, and cleaned herself up.
Ling Tianhua looked at Ling Yuan's frighteningly pale face and asked with concern, "Xiao Yuan, are you feeling unwell?"
She seemed to say calmly, "Dad, stay in the hospital with me."