The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity Chapter 343 - 341 The Child is Still Alive

The spot where the woman fell was precisely where Qin Zhao and Chu Yan had walked by. With the body’s descent ca a trendous force, and Qin Zhao instinctively pushed Chu Yan aside and caught the woman with his hands.

"Little girl, are you okay?"

The firefighter was startled to see her catch the woman who jumped without any support.

Under normal circumstances, if she had stayed still and been hit, she could have been seriously injured!

"It’s fine."

Qin Zhao shook his head and set the woman down.

"Why did you jump off the building?"

Having just experienced a brush with death, the woman was also stunned, staring blankly at Qin Zhao.

Firefighters and passersby ca over to comfort her, telling her not to think lightly of her life in the future. She wanted to thank Qin Zhao but couldn’t help sobbing quietly again.

Just now, on the higher floor, many people had tried to hold her back, but she cried bitterly, telling them to leave her alone, hell-bent on death.

"I’m sorry! I’m really sorry for making you worry. But I simply don’t know how to go on living. My child didn’t even live to see his first month, and my husband has already found soone else, forcing to leave without claiming anything.

Tell , what’s the point of living a life like mine?

Maybe after dying, I could see my poor son."

Hearing the woman’s tearful story, everyone was at a loss for how to comfort her.

They had no idea that she had been through so many tragic events in a row.

Normally, won are quite vulnerable psychologically after giving birth, and she had suffered the pain of losing her child, with her husband adding insult to injury by having an affair and trying to kick her out with nothing.

With such a succession of blows, it was hard not to think about ending it all.

"Big sister, life is full of difficulties, but don’t give up hope. Your husband is just a scumbag; maybe you’ll et soone better in the future."

"Yeah, it’s his loss that he divorced you. You have your hands and feet; find a job to start with, and you’ll undoubtedly live better than your husband will!"

"You just had a baby; it may be hard to find a job, but I can introduce you! My son owns a company, and I just need to speak to him to get you a position in his company!"

Older uncles and aunties were the first to comfort the woman. Other people were eager to offer their help, hoping to rekindle her will to live.

But clearly, none of these consolations were of any use.

The main reason the woman was so determined to die was the death of her son. She felt it was her fault and that she didn’t deserve to continue living in this world.

After her son’s death, her husband had also continually used the incident to attack her.

He told her she didn’t deserve to be a mother—how co it wasn’t her who died!

"Actually, your son didn’t die."

Qin Zhao squeezed past the enthusiastic older n and won. She had been standing next to the woman, but in their eagerness to comfort her, they had pushed her out of the way.

"What?!"

The woman looked incredulously at Qin Zhao and then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Don’t joke about this. I saw my son’s corpse with my own eyes. I wish he hadn’t died. I’d even sacrifice my own life for his resurrection.

But I know that’s impossible; he has left forever."

"Really," Qin Zhao said seriously. "I can read fortunes; your facial features show your offspring are safe, which ans your son did not die at all."

"Could there be so misunderstanding? Maybe he really isn’t dead."

"Big sister, how did your son die? Get the police to investigate."

"Yeah, could there be so hidden story?"

Although most people didn’t believe Qin Zhao’s words, they refrained from mocking her. Instead, they hoped the woman would investigate her child’s cause of death so she wouldn’t think of taking her life again.

The woman’s face showed a painful recollection as she spoke to them about her child’s death.

"After I gave birth, I was doing my postnatal confinent at ho, and my baby usually slept in the cradle beside the bed. That day I was extrely tired and slept very heavily for a long ti.

Later, I was awakened by so noise and discovered the cradle had tipped over, and the baby had fallen onto the floor. I quickly called for help and took the baby to the hospital.

But on the way to the hospital, the baby didn’t cry at all and suddenly stopped breathing."

Her voice choked up as she said this.

"How could a perfectly fine cradle tip over? Did you kick it over?"

She said through tears, "I don’t know. I just rember that I slept very deeply that day and had no strength at all when I woke up to find the cradle overturned."

"If you were sleeping so deeply and had no strength, how could you have possibly kicked the cradle over?"

"Could it be that a thief broke into the house?"

"What about the rest of your family? Didn’t anyone watch the child while you were sleeping?"

"We have a maid, but she was cooking at that ti."

The child stopped breathing before they arrived at the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor declared the child dead.

She couldn’t believe that the child was gone and fainted in the hospital.

When she woke up, her husband berated and physically attacked her.

The woman thought she was responsible for the child’s death and didn’t dare to fight back or talk back.

A few days ago, her husband even brazenly brought his mistress ho, allowing the mistress to insult her.

In fact, her husband had already been with soone else, but it was because of the child’s death that he brought the mistress ho without regard to appearances, and he was planning to divorce her and leave her with nothing.

But after getting married, she had always been a stay-at-ho wife. How was she going to survive in the future?

The imnse pressure had completely crushed her, driving her to consider jumping off a building to end her life.

The firefighters had already inford her family mbers. Despite knowing she wanted to jump, her husband hadn’t co until now, clearly not caring whether she lived or died.

"Could you tell your child’s birth ti and date? I could divine for him."

After hesitating for a mont, the woman gave Qin Zhao the child’s birth information.

After performing the divination, it beca apparent that the child was indeed still alive.

"Your son has a red triangular birthmark on his back and a mole on the lobe of his right ear. He looks more like his mother," Qin Zhao said.

The woman’s eyes widened in shock. "How... how do you know this so clearly?"

"I divined it," Qin Zhao replied.

Seeing the woman’s expression, the others realized Qin Zhao had divined correctly.

"My goodness, that’s so serious skill."

"The young lady is so young; I didn’t expect her to be so skilled at divination!"

"Could the child really be alive?"

"Hurry and find the child, so the mother doesn’t have to seek death."

They had thought Qin Zhao’s words were re comfort, but now they couldn’t help but believe what she had just said.

The woman poised to jump was nad Xu Jing, and she excitedly grabbed Qin Zhao’s hand.

"My son is really alive? Where is he? Could you help find him! I have so savings left, and if you can find him, you can have all the money!"

Xu Jing’s tears flowed uncontrollably, and she even attempted to kneel before Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao held onto her, "Your situation is a bit complicated; let’s find a place to talk about it slowly."