Song Xun seed to sense an obvious hostility in Qiao Rui’s deanor, the kind that was filled with disdain.
She was standing up for Muyu.
In her eyes, he was nothing but a heartbreaker.
Song Xun’s eyes flickered but he didn’t get angry; instead, he spoke calmly, "You’re standing up for Muyu and as her good friend, Miss Rui, your character is comndable."
Qiao Rui snorted coldly, "Mr. Song flatters too much. If my character is worth learning from, I hope it influences you to beco a responsible person!"
Song Xun chuckled lightly, "Responsible?"
"Yes!"
"Actually, it is precisely because I am responsible, because I understand responsibility, that there are many things beyond my control," Song Xun said without elaborating, but his aning was clear.
Qiao Rui simply looked at him dispassionately and said, "Mr. Song’s sense of responsibility, all his accountability, has been given to the Song Family, right? As long as you understand what’s most important to you, that’s fine."
"Miss Rui, please take care of her!" Song Xun suddenly begged in a pleading tone.
Qiao Rui’s brow furrowed in anger; his plea made her detest him even more.
She no longer felt like continuing the conversation. "No need for Mr. Song to remind . Muyu is my friend, and I will take care of her!"
"Thank you very much," Song Xun expressed his sincere gratitude.
But Qiao Rui coldly retorted, "No need, you don’t have the right to thank !"
Song Xun was taken aback by her rebuff and was at a loss for words.
Qiao Rui glanced at Song Xun coolly and said firmly, "I won’t be attending your engagent party. Best wishes for a joyful engagent, a blissful marriage, and a swift arrival of children."
Song Xun’s face instantly clouded over.
It was as if he suddenly rembered sothing. He glanced at Qiao Rui’s cold and angry face, his eyes deepening, before turning his gaze towards the distance.
There, Muyu’s car had long since vanished.
Qiao Rui too turned and walked away.
Song Xun’s voice drifted from behind: "Miss Rui, if it’s not too much trouble, you really should visit Liancheng. Muyu needs you!"
Qiao Rui laughed bitterly, wanting to curse.
But she felt so things were better left unsaid.
Despite wanting to leave without looking back, the thought of Muyu loving this man so laboriously stirred a sense of unwillingness in her heart.
Standing up for her friend, Qiao Rui decided to give Song Xun one last chance.
So, with patience, she turned around and looked at Song Xun from a distance. "Mr. Song, have you ever considered that maybe you’ve left sothing behind with Muyu?"
Song Xun’s brow furrowed instantly.
What had he left behind?
He knew, of course.
But what he was thinking wasn’t the sa as what Qiao Rui was implying.
"What you’ve left behind could cost a life, Mr. Song. You’ve taken this too far, and the one who will suffer in the end is Muyu," Qiao Rui continued to point out, "both physically and emotionally."
Song Xun laughed softly. "I have no regrets."
Leaving his heart with Song Muyu, Song Xun felt no regret whatsoever.
In an instant, Qiao Rui realized that Song Xun hadn’t understood.
She forced a smile, feeling a deep sense of helplessness for the first ti. So things couldn’t be said too directly as they could upset Muyu’s plans.
This was all she could say.
"I hope you can say the sa in the future," Qiao Rui said, then turned and left.
She wasn’t sure, once Song Xun found out that Muyu was pregnant with his child and had a miscarriage, whether he’d truly have no regrets.
Hospital.
Song Muyu went for another examination and took the second dose of dicine.
She hadn’t even left the hospital when her stomach started to hurt unbearably.
Her face was pale, fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, and she hunched over as she walked out of the restroom.
Qi Yun imdiately went up to her, offering support to Song Muyu.
"Miss Song, how do you feel?" Qi Yun asked, only then noticing that the back of Song Muyu’s shirt was soaked with sweat.
But she still managed a smile at Qi Yun, "It’s nothing, just a bit of pain, it’ll pass once I sit down."
This pain was like the entire embryo being forcibly peeled away.
It was her pain to endure.
Her heart hurt a thousand tis more than her body.
But, at this mont, the physical pain was a reminder to her, it was the price.
The price one had to pay for loving soone.
Qi Yun pursed her lips, watching Song Muyu like this, she was very worried and couldn’t help but her eyes reddened, "Miss Song, you’re too anxious, maybe there’s still a chance!"
"There isn’t!" Song Muyu shook her head. "If I had to rely on a child to win back anything, such a chance wouldn’t last long, so, no matter what, don’t let him know about this."
Qi Yun’s heart tightened, she had told Qiao Rui.
"That’s why I didn’t let you tell Ruirui, I was also worried she wouldn’t be able to hold back from feeling sorry for and would help settle accounts with Song Xun," Song Muyu said and then tugged at her lips, suddenly a fierce pain made her bend over deeper.
Qi Yun looked around and spotted the resting chair.
She imdiately said to Song Muyu, "Miss Song, let help you over there to sit and rest for a while."
Song Muyu smiled again, "I really should sit down and rest, I can’t walk anymore!"
Despite the discomfort, Song Muyu still maintained a smile, but it was the kind of smile that made Qi Yun feel very upset inside.
She helped Song Muyu to the chair and let her sit down.
As soon as Song Muyu sat down, beads of sweat were already rolling down her forehead.
Qi Yun said, "I’ll go get you so hot water."
"Okay, thank you, Qi Yun."
"It’s what I should do." Qi Yun quickly left to fetch water.
Song Muyu sat on the chair for a while, not feeling well, and soon felt the need to go to the restroom, so she stood up.
What she hadn’t expected was that as soon as she got up, people not far from her exclaid in surprise.
Song Muyu was taken aback and then looked back at the chair she had just been sitting on – she instantly saw a pool of blood on it.
Her face stiffened, she felt utterly embarrassed.
But she couldn’t worry about that now.
She imdiately headed to the restroom.
Qi Yun ca back with the hot water, didn’t see Song Muyu, and only saw the blood on the chair – she was a bit stunned.
"Miss Song?" she called out.
At that mont, a lady nearby told her, "Miss, your friend just went to the restroom."
"Thank you!" Qi Yun quickly expressed her gratitude and headed to the restroom.
Song Muyu was indeed inside the restroom.
But her face was very pale, devoid of any color, and her hair, wet from sweat, was sowhat disheveled, making her look sowhat pitiable.
Qi Yun understood as soon as she saw her clothes.
Without a word, she took off her own coat, wrapped it around Song Muyu’s hips, tying the two sleeves around her waist – the hem covered the bloodstain perfectly.
"Can you walk?"
"I can!" said Song Muyu, "Qi Yun, let’s go!"
"Let’s go!" Qi Yun led her back to the car.
On the way ho, Song Muyu sweated profusely from pain several tis.
But she didn’t cry out in pain.
Even though the pain was almost unbearable, she still clenched her teeth.
As soon as they arrived ho, Song Muyu went straight into the restroom, and once she went in, she stayed for half an hour.
Qi Yun was worried sick and thought about calling her.
At that mont, there was a knock at the door.
Qi Yun went to the door, and to her surprise, it was Song Xun – she was startled.
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