The Time-Limited Love and Marriage-Chapter 516
Jiang Weiwei’s eyes reddened with rage as she threw an object at his head.
"I have only ever been with you, and you say the child isn’t yours? Fine, if it’s not yours, then don’t ever come looking for me again..."
Jiang Weiwei lost control of her emotions, yelling at Wu Shirong.
Wu Shirong was a bit stunned by the object that hit him, but when he picked it up, he saw it was a pregnancy test stick with two lines on it.
This was bought kindly by the jail guards to confirm whether Jiang Weiwei was really pregnant.
Wu Shirong looked at the two lines, his expression somewhat dazed.
He remembered the first time he was with Jiang Weiwei; it was achieved after his meticulous planning, and there had been blood on their bed...
Wu Shirong also felt that, in all likelihood, this child was his.
His voice hoarse, he asked Jiang Weiwei, "Weiwei, how do you want to handle this child?"
He still had feelings for Jiang Weiwei.
But Jiang Weiwei had framed Miss Xi and plagiarized her designs, almost successfully turning the blame on someone else...
Those two points alone destined her to never enter the doors of the Wu Family.
Jiang Weiwei had imagined what Wu Shirong’s expression would be upon learning of her pregnancy.
Either he would be ecstatic, or a mix of joy and anxiety, if not pity and regret.
But she had never expected Wu Shirong to actually ask her how she wanted to handle the child?
Jiang Weiwei’s heart turned cold on the spot.
However, she knew that if she got rid of this child, she most likely would end up rotting in prison forever.
After all, since entering jail, no one from the Jiang Family had even shown their face.
Yu Man, who usually claimed to love her like her own daughter, was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Weiwei thought that it was heaven’s will to give her this child, presenting her with the possibility of turning danger into safety.
She couldn’t let down this opportunity given to her by fate...
So even though her heart was cold, Jiang Weiwei cried as if her heart was being torn apart, as if she couldn’t bear parting with the child.
"Shirong, this is our baby! Do you really have the heart to get rid of it?"
"It’s innocent, it hasn’t had the chance to see the world yet, do you really want it to leave this world with such regret?"
Jiang Weiwei’s crying left Wu Shirong somewhat at a loss.
"But Weiwei, I’m about to get engaged to Su Bei."
Su Bei was the well-known socialite Wu Shirong was currently seeing. She was good-looking and eloquent, and the Wu Family was quite pleased with her.
Wu Shirong’s troubled tone made Jiang Weiwei’s tears break forth unrestrained.
"But this is our baby, it has the blood of both of us... It was you who initiated it, and now for another woman, you want me to abort it? How can you be so cruel?"
"Weiwei, it’s not that I’m heartless, but your act of framing Miss Xi has already made it impossible for you to enter the door of our Wu Family."
Wu Shirong was ultimately a man; at crucial moments his rationality would always defeat his emotions9.
He couldn’t possibly allow the Wu Family’s labor of generations to go to waste for Jiang Weiwei or the child.
Jiang Weiwei, with eyes brimming with tears, told Wu Shirong: "Do you think I wanted to frame the noble Miss Xi? I was forced too, I’m not of the Jiang Family bloodline, I was afraid they’d abandon me, so I had to agree to whatever they asked of me. Even if they wanted me to take the fall for someone, I could only nod."
"Just like this time, I kept advising them not to frame Jiang Moxi, but they wouldn’t listen, insisting on a life-and-death struggle with Jiang Moxi. When things went wrong, they threw me into prison."
Jiang Weiwei twisted the truth and falsified right and wrong.
Her voice was hoarse from the tearful outcry, indeed looking somewhat convincing.
But Wu Shirong just kept glaring at her, silent; Jiang Weiwei suddenly wiped away her tears.
"Fine, if you don’t want to acknowledge this child, then you can go back."
Wu Shirong asked her, "What about the child? What do you plan to do?"
"This is no longer your concern. Since you don’t want it, it’s mine alone."
Jiang Weiwei, in front of Wu Shirong, affectionately touched her still very flat belly, then stood up intending to leave the visiting room.
But she hadn’t walked more than a few steps before Jiang Weiwei suddenly fainted.
"Weiwei!"
"Weiwei, what’s wrong?"
Wu Shirong and the prison guard hurried to her aid and sent Jiang Weiwei to the hospital.
In the hospital, the doctor told Wu Shirong: "She’s currently eight weeks pregnant, showing mild signs of miscarriage, as well as severe malnutrition, which caused the fainting."
Wu Shirong frowned, "How could she be malnourished?"
Wu Shirong truly didn’t understand; Jiang Weiwei appeared no different to her usual self when she attended her Weifeng new product launch not long ago. How could she have become so thin and out of shape in just a few short days?
The prison guard said, "Since she entered the detention center, she has barely eaten anything, and she’s been suffering from severe morning sickness."
Wu Shirong looked at Jiang Weiwei, lying unconscious on the hospital bed, her complexion sallow and frail looking, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of distress.
The woman who had captivated him at first sight—he found he truly couldn’t stand by and do nothing.
While Wu Shirong was lost in thought, Jiang Weiwei awoke.
Upon waking, Jiang Weiwei quickly threw off the covers, intent on going back to the detention center with the guard.
"Weiwei, the doctor said you’re malnourished. It won’t be too late to leave after you finish these nutrient infusions."
Wu Shirong quickly stepped forward to persuade her.
But Jiang Weiwei stiffened her back and told Wu Shirong: "Mr. Wu, from the moment you made your choice, whether I and the child live or die, it has nothing to do with you anymore."
Jiang Weiwei’s words were indeed forceful, but after following the guard only a few steps, she again looked like she was about to pass out.
Seeing this, Wu Shirong could only step forward to support Jiang Weiwei.
Jiang Weiwei made a move to push him away, but Wu Shirong suddenly sighed and said, "Alright, if you want to keep the child, then keep it. I will also arrange for your release from the detention center as soon as possible, but you can no longer stay in Emperor City."
Upon hearing these words, Jiang Weiwei’s lips curved up in a smile in a corner where Wu Shirong couldn’t see.
But she still asked Wu Shirong, "Aren’t you afraid of offending the Feng Family because of me?"
Wu Shirong said, "I will arrange a payment of 2.8 billion through an intermediary company; you mustn’t reveal to anyone that I helped you."
Internally, Jiang Weiwei mocked Wu Shirong’s cowardice, but she let down tears of gratitude in front of him.
"Shirong, thank you..."
Later on, Jiang Weiwei was released due to the compensation payment being settled.
On the day she left the detention center, Wu Shirong had someone send her to a small village near Emperor City.
Wu Shirong bought her a small apartment there, arranged a nanny, and also provided her with a new smartphone.
From then on, Jiang Weiwei began her new life in the small village, preparing for childbirth.
When Yunshang received the compensation payment, Xie Ling was extremely surprised and immediately informed Jiang Moxi.
"Could it have been the Jiang Family who paid for her? Dammit, they really still care about Jiang Weiwei the most. Even though Jiang Weiwei hurt you so much, they still unhesitatingly stand on Jiang Weiwei’s side!"
Xie Ling was furious and very dissatisfied with this.
But Jiang Moxi said, "As long as the money is in the account, that’s all that matters. I don’t plan to see them ever again, so it doesn’t matter who they favor."
Since Jiang Moxi didn’t dwell on it, Yunshang didn’t publicize the matter, and naturally, public interest in Jiang Weiwei gradually faded.
And Jiang Moxi was busy living her own good life.
One day, while Jiang Moxi was being cultured at the Chinese Medicine College, she was asked a question by Fu Wangning during the class...
