As Ai Jiang moved her lips, preparing to ask Chi Yao for forgiveness in light of the secret she had revealed, Chi Yao suddenly spoke, "Miss Ai, do a favor, and I might consider not worrying about that twenty million..."
Upon hearing these words, a glint of hope flashed in Ai Jiang’s eyes.
Chi Yao continued, "Not just that, I might also let go of the other things you’ve done to , and furthermore, I’ll give you so money, send you abroad, and ensure you never worry about your living expenses for the rest of your life. How does that sound?"
Ai Jiang had always been smart. Without waiting for Chi Yao to say what he wanted her to do, she spoke up first, "You want Song Youman’s child to never be born, right?"
Chi Yao laughed heartily. "Miss Ai is indeed brilliantly perceptive."
After his laughter subsided, Chi Yao asked, "So? Do we have a deal?"
"Mr. Chi, do I have any other choices?"
"What do you think?"
"Since that’s the case, why bother asking, Mr. Chi?" After a pause, Ai Jiang still found it hard to trust Chi Yao fully, "Mr. Chi, if I accomplish this task for you, will you truly let go?"
"Although I very much want to kill you, if... you complete this task, both I and Q would be imnsely grateful, so... I will let you go."
Just as she had said, did she have any other choice?
No, she was already cornered, a fish on the chopping board for Chi Yao to carve as he pleased.
Rather than being tornted to death by those disgusting n, she would prefer Song Youman to have a miserable ending... After all, whether it was Xia Wan’an or Song Youman, both were equally detestable to her!
Considering her current dire situation, which couldn’t get any worse, why not drag Song Youman down with her? Thinking this, a twisted smile crept over Ai Jiang’s lips, "Mr. Chi, I hope you keep your word."
...
That day in the hospital, after seeing Han Zhijin once during a prenatal checkup, Song Youman had not seen Han Zhijin for a very long ti.
In fact, it had only been a month since that eting, but to Song Youman, it felt as long as a century.
As the expected due date approached, Song Youman’s attention increasingly focused on the little one inside her belly, slowly pushing thoughts of Han Zhijin to the back of her mind.
There were three days left before Song Youman was to be hospitalized for childbirth.
Since her belly had grown larger, Song Youman had been looking forward to delivering the baby. Now that the day was near, she started to feel nervous.
The live-in nanny she had hired, having had three children herself and was experienced, could see her nervousness and kept her company by talking to her.
However, in the evening, the nanny suddenly received a phone call, ntioning so family ergency she needed to attend.
Of course, Song Youman would not stop the nanny; she reassured the nanny kindly, promising to have soone pick her up and take her to her mother’s house soon.
Relieved by hearing this, the nanny finally left.
Now, Song Youman did not dare to stay alone at ho. Indeed, she was thinking about calling her family driver to pick her up, but before making the call, she thought about her return to her parents’ ho, assuming she might not co back to her own place for the next two days. Thus, she decided to pack a few clothes and also gather the things needed for the little one inside her belly. After finishing packing, she would then call the family driver.
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