Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1192 - 1170: She Couldn’t Even Give Him a Child
Ning Xiaochuan’s balance had already tilted towards Brother Yixiao and her.
Wu Huiyun did not want her to have children.
It was when Brother Yixiao discovered that Wu Huiyun was secretly giving her medicine that he became furiously angry and treated Wu Huiyun ruthlessly.
Only when the doctor’s voice faded from her ears did she slowly stand up, unable to wait for the doctor’s comforting words, and said calmly, "I understand, doctor."
The doctor did not expect her to be so calm. In recent years, which female patient who learned she couldn’t conceive didn’t cry and make a fuss, or at least become sullen? He couldn’t help but say, "Mrs. Nie, don’t lose hope. Medical science is advanced now; there is still hope..."
If there were really hope, he wouldn’t have been so resolutely cold-blooded towards Wu Huiyun.
She interrupted, "Doctor, please don’t tell Mr. Nie that I know about this."
The doctor couldn’t help but sigh, but he could understand her feelings: "I know."
She thanked him, turned around, and left.
Until she walked out of the hospital and stopped by the roadside under the darkening night sky, she stared blankly at the deep dark night.
It was so late. Yixiao should have gone home, waiting for her, maybe anxious because she hadn’t returned yet.
But for the first time, she didn’t want to go home, afraid to face him.
She was once the daughter of a Mafia Gang and felt she didn’t deserve him.
Perhaps Heaven pitied her and restored her status as the daughter of a military family.
When she thought she was finally worthy of him, a shocking disaster struck, as she was poisoned and might never be able to give him a child.
Is she destined never to be good enough for him in this lifetime?
Watching car after car race by in her sight, she finally couldn’t hold back, her nose tingling, crouching down, hugging her knees like a stray animal, sobbing softly.
She once thought she could do everything other women could give him. That’s why she had no fear of his indifference, no fear of those wealthy ladies around him, and moved forward fearlessly to make him her man. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
But now, she couldn’t even give him the most basic thing.
She couldn’t even give him a child.
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Under the night, at Ning Mansion.
"Did that girl not say where she was going before leaving?"
In the middle of the living room, Nie Yixiao was sitting on the sofa, his face somber, as she had not returned yet, and she wasn’t answering her phone.
Aunt Xia was also helpless: "The young lady doesn’t like to notify us when she goes out, young master. It’s late; should we send the household guards to look for her?"
Her circle in Beijing was limited, only knowing classmates from Beijing University and the Gongsen Siblings.
He had just contacted the Gongsen Siblings, and they said that girl hadn’t come to them.
Although Beijing’s public security was decent, it was still a bit dangerous for a young woman to be out so late alone.
Especially since that girl was so attractive.
Thinking this, his face darkened a bit more, and he stood up, heading outside: "I’ll drive to look for her."
Just as he reached the entrance, he heard a servant’s voice coming from the door: "The young lady is back."
He paused, feeling a weight lifting off his heart. With a frosty face, he was just about to scold her properly when he saw her coming in, absent-minded.
The words of blame that were about to spill out were swallowed back. He walked over: "Where did you run off to? Why are you just now coming back? Not even answering your phone?"
Qiao Yongyong lifted her face, a faint smile blooming at the corners of her lips: "Nowhere special. I was bored at home alone, so I went out for a bit. I lost track of time while wandering, and it was noisy outside, so I didn’t check my phone. Sorry."
As she spoke, she lifted the shopping bag in her hand to show him.
Inside were some newly bought clothes and daily necessities, both for herself and more for him, including men’s products like shirts, ties, a razor, and shaving gel.
His gaze softened. This girl was slowly learning how to be a good wife, yet he vaguely felt something was off about her mental state but couldn’t pinpoint what. So he didn’t say much more: "Have you eaten?"
"Yeah, I ate outside."
"Then go upstairs, take a bath, and rest."
"Okay." She handed the shopping bag to the servant, gently agreed, and then slowly walked upstairs.
Why is she so obedient today? She’s going upstairs just because she’s told.
Normally, she’d cling to him for an hour or two before going to her room as soon as she got back.
Nie Yixiao frowned, watching her back, feeling she looked inexplicably weak and helpless.
......
Qiao Yongyong finished her bath and walked out of the bathroom, seeing Nie Yixiao sitting on the sofa, browsing emails on his tablet, with a glass of plain water and two pills beside him.
Seeing her come out, he paused his work, glanced at the water and the pills, and spoke softly: "Remember to take your medicine before bedtime."
She glanced at the glass of water and the two small white pills on the coffee table, picked them up, and swallowed them with the water.
Nie Yixiao’s eyes flickered slightly. For the past few days, every time she had to take the medicine, she would hesitate, acting like a child, asking him for a kiss first and constantly asking what the medicine was for and why she had to take so much. Today, she was surprisingly quiet.
He suddenly stood up, rubbed her freshly washed, still damp hair: "Too tired from wandering around?"
Her rosy lips slightly curled up, like tender jelly tempting a bite, her tone coy: "Yeah, really tired, my calves are sore."
No wonder. Only being too tired could make this girl a little quieter.
"Then go to sleep early."
She shook his arm: "I can’t sleep yet. Can you do something with me, husband?"
"What do you want to do?" This girl couldn’t handle being praised, he chuckled.
She tilted her head: "Watch a movie with me at home."
Watch a movie? He was puzzled but nodded anyway.
They went to the projection room next to their bedroom.
Qiao Yongyong crouched down by the CD rack, picked up a disc: "Let’s watch this, hubby."
He glanced at it; it was a classic Western romance movie, but the ending seemed not so good. He raised an eyebrow: "A tragedy?"
Even if she took out a "romantic action film" and wanted to watch it with him, he wouldn’t be surprised, but he didn’t expect her to choose such an artsy, melancholic movie.
"Yeah, I feel like watching this today. Don’t you like it?"
It’s not that he didn’t like it; he simply hadn’t watched romance movies before. Seeing her expectant eyes, he didn’t say anything and turned off the lights, turned on the projector and home cinema, put in the disc, then sat on the sofa with her.
As the plot unfolded, a sad atmosphere enveloped the entire room.
In the movie, it came to the point where the male and female leads were parting forever.
In the dim room, on the sofa where they snuggled together, he felt her slender, soft arm wrap around his waist, smelled the scent of tears on her face.
Her small body was trembling, seemingly trying hard to suppress her internal sorrow, finally unable to help herself, starting to sob quietly.
