While waiting, Leng Yixing paced restlessly, circling the sa spot several tis before a doctor erged from the ultrasound room to call for him.
He collected himself and quickly walked over.
"Doctor, how is she?"
"Good news, she’s pregnant. But you shouldn’t stress her out, she’s had a tubal ligation before, right? The fetal image is a bit unstable, try not to let her get agitated. Everything should be fine after the first three months..."
Leng Yixing didn’t hear a word of what the doctor said next. All he could think about was that Lu Jinyang was going to be a father again.
But at this mont, where the hell was that damned soon-to-be father?
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At the police station, Director Zhao looked troubled at the man insisting on seeing Song Zhiqing.
"President Lu, look, this man is a murderer, with conclusive evidence. If you really hold a grudge against him, just hold on for two days. Once the court’s decision cos down, his fate will be the sa," Director Zhao reasoned.
Lu Jinyang swept a cold gaze over, "So, if he’s a death row inmate, then I wouldn’t be breaking the law if I killed him, right?"
Director Zhao startled, "President Lu, you really like to joke. Although he’s a suspect now, he still has his civil rights. If you kill him, you would be held responsible."
"What if I just cripple him then?"
"Oh my, President Lu, just grit your teeth and it will pass. When he is executed, you can co and watch. Why bother doing it yourself?" Director Zhao pleaded earnestly, feeling that today’s President Lu had a very heavy killing intent, as if he wouldn’t stop until he’d killed or crippled the man.
Lu Jinyang didn’t want to waste words and punched Director Zhao in the face. He used eighty percent of his strength for the punch, causing Director Zhao’s mouth to bleed.
At that mont, Lu Jinyang’s phone rang, but he ignored it.
Director Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, furious but not daring to speak out. Hearing Lu Jinyang’s phone ring, he thought Lu Jinyang hadn’t heard it and reminded him, "President Lu, your phone is ringing. Why don’t you take the call first?"
"I don’t want to say it again, bring Song Zhiqing out to !"
Director Zhao hoped to distract him with the phone ringing, but the ringtone suddenly stopped. He awkwardly looked at Lu Jinyang, "President Lu, if you really want to see Song Zhiqing, there’s still a way. You can barge in, but if you do, the consequences would be severe."
Lu Jinyang gave him a deep look and then turned to walk away.
Seeing this, Director Zhao wiped off his sweat. But before he could catch his breath, he saw Lu Jinyang return and toss sothing into his hand.
Director Zhao caught it imdiately: "This is..."
"After he’s sentenced, I might not be able to see him, but you definitely can. Make him swallow this stuff, make sure he takes it!"
Director Zhao was shocked and wanted to ask more, but Lu Jinyang’s phone rang again.
This ti, before Director Zhao could speak, Lu Jinyang had already answered the call.
"Damn it, Lu Jinyang, I thought you didn’t care about your wife and kid anymore, where did you die off to? Get back here fast! If you don’t co back soon, I won’t be able to handle the one inside your wife’s belly!"
At first, Lu Jinyang thought it was a wrong call, but he recognized the voice as Leng Yixing’s.
"What do you an?"
"Your wife is pregnant, didn’t you know?"
After a long pause, Lu Jinyang slowly spoke, "You’re saying Xiao Qing is pregnant?"
"You didn’t know? Hurry back, she’s in a coma now." After speaking, Leng Yixing hung up the phone.
It seed as if he owed Lu Jinyang’s family from a previous life, which is why he was paying back a debt in this life.
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