My Scheming Little Devil

But as a village doctor, he knew nothing about these sophisticated things.

He could only feel anxious, and this woman had no relatives around her, so he could only inform a child, but what could a child do!

Ling Kong folded his arms, curious to see how Third Young Master Jun would handle the situation. He didn’t believe Jun wouldn’t be anxious.

Indeed, Third Young Master Jun was extremely anxious, his face pale as iron, wishing he could feed her himself.

Seeing her not eating, he also felt distressed, because he knew too well her body was different from normal people. How could a pregnant woman not eat, how would the baby inside her absorb nutrients? She would be dragged down by this.

But however anxious he was, he could not show it. He didn’t even have any excuse to see her, to find out about her condition.

He devised a plan to have the village doctor come to him.

After all, he was the only university graduate in the village, more cultured, so the doctor, after much consideration, decided in desperation to ask him to provide psychological counseling for Ye Lu.

Third Young Master Jun breathed a sigh of relief, finally finding a legitimate chance to appear before Ye Lu.

As he entered the ward, he paused.

When he had stealthily visited her at night, although he also felt her pain, she was still in her sleep, and her sorrow seemed somewhat lessened.

But now, seeing her eyes devoid of any spirit, those lively and emotional eyes from before now empty and lifeless, revealed only confusion and bleakness.

He felt as though he was witnessing a beautiful blooming flower, suddenly deprived of water under the sunlight, and beginning to rapidly wither. He could see her pale little face, his heart twisting in pain, a knife-like agony in his chest.

He struggled to restrain himself from rushing to her, holding her tight, and comforting her.

"I’m going to tell you a story, I hope you’ll listen," said Third Young Master Jun, deliberately blurring his voice, looking at her indifferently.

But Ye Lu didn’t react at all, her head turned sideways, looking out the window, her thick eyelashes unmoving, lost in her own world.

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes darkened, he had always thought she was strong enough.

Because seven years ago, when she faced such agony on her wedding night, violated by him, losing her chastity, and the next day humiliated by the man she loved most, kicked out of the house.

Even after painfully discovering she was pregnant, she stubbornly insisted on giving birth, enduring torments that ordinary people could not bear for seven years.

Meeting him again, then facing the betrayal of her adoptive father, amid all the unbearable hardships, being forced to carry his child again, she never gave up.

That powerful will, he thought she was an incredible woman, that no difficulty could knock her down, make her collapse, even facing his death.

But now, watching her withering bit by bit, it was as if she was burning the candle of life.

He truly felt heartache.

What could he do to help her, to pull her out of despair, to perk her up?

He unintentionally softened his voice, telling her one motivational story after another of couples in love, separated by circumstances, with one partner living on for the other, carrying their love to the very end.

Each story was touching, each one showing immense strength.

But she could not absorb any of them; his voice drifted into her ears, but her thoughts remained immersed in past memories, rejecting any person or sound from her world.

She knew only that, in her world, she and he would always be together.

"You’re not listening at all," said Third Young Master Jun, staring at her unresponsive face, both anxious and annoyed.

His gaze hardened; he was determined to force her to leave. Time was running out. If delayed, even if she didn’t uncover the truth, he estimated that the godfather might gradually figure it out.

It seemed he had no choice but to take drastic measures.