Feng Qing didn't say a word. She just stared fixedly at Sheng Yan, and the hand clutching his sleeve tightened with each passing moment.
"What did you say?"
Feng Qing's face was deathly pale, her eyes rimmed red. She sat up straight from the bed at once, grasping Sheng Yan as if he were a floating log to a drowning person, showing no sign of letting go.
"You're joking with me, right? It must be a joke, isn't it? Isn't it!"
Feng Qing simply refused to believe Sheng Yan's words. She grew more and more hysterical, and even Sheng Yan's eyes turned red involuntarily. This was just too cruel.
Their first child was no longer with them.
"Feng Qing, calm down first. I know it's hard for you to accept this fact, but..."
"Stop talking, stop talking!" Feng Qing suddenly went berserk and pushed Sheng Yan away forcefully.
"Get out! All of you get out! I don't want to see you! What else does your Sheng family want to do to me! My parents, my child, my company. I've lost everything. Are you satisfied now?"
"Feng Qing..."
"Get out!" Feng Qing was completely deaf to Sheng Yan's words. She dragged her weak body out of the bed and tugged at Sheng Yan, forcing him to leave.
Sheng Sibai, who had stood up to help, was also driven out by Feng Qing. He was of no use at all.
Feng Qing slumped to the ground along the door. The cold floor jolted her senses back. Her lower abdomen still ached faintly. She felt her now flat belly, unable to sense the presence of the child.
Previously, her abdomen had started to harden, but now it was soft again. The child that had been in her womb for so long was gone because of her impetuosity.
She didn't think she had done anything wrong, but the child's accident was indeed partly her fault.
Was it her fault?
She had lost her mother at a young age, and now her father was gone too. And now it was the child. Did it mean that all her loved ones would eventually leave her?
And there was Sheng Qingran. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be Sheng Yan's father?
When Feng Qing was hospitalized, Jian Jiaojiao came to take care of her. Feng Qing didn't tell her the real reason. Jian Jiaojiao only knew that Feng Qing was going through the same kind of pain she had once endured.
Feng Qing remained silent, and Jian Jiaojiao just sat there in a daze. Whether it was day or night, the two of them were like mute pottery figurines.
This situation only changed when Sheng Yan came to visit. Every time he came, Feng Qing would get extremely agitated and would do anything to drive him out. Seeing her scream herself hoarse, both Jian Jiaojiao and Sheng Yan felt heart - wrenching pain.
"Don't come again until she's discharged from the hospital. Feng Qing doesn't want to see you now." Every time he came, Feng Qing would act like a madwoman. Jian Jiaojiao had known Feng Qing for so many years, and she had never seen her like this before.
The Sheng family had really tortured her too much.
"The child Feng Qing was carrying was mine. How could I not come to see her when she's recuperating after a miscarriage?"
"But she doesn't want to see you now. Can't you see? You're almost driving her crazy. What else do you want from her?"
Sheng Yan also felt heart - broken. Whether it was the loss of the child, the fact that his father was the one responsible for the loss, or Feng Qing's current state, all of it made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"I don't want Feng Qing to be like this either, but I can't just stop seeing her. She'll be disappointed in me."
"Sheng Yan, instead of thinking about how to repair your relationship with Feng Qing, you should first reflect on what your Sheng family can do to make up for the Feng family."
"But I don't think you dare to reflect. After all, Feng Qing has lost her family and all her loved ones. Such a heavy sin can never be repaid by your Sheng family."
After saying that, Jian Jiaojiao took one last look at Sheng Yan, then turned around, entered the ward, and closed the door.
Sheng Yan was left standing alone in the empty corridor, his back looking even lonelier.
Sheng Yan stood at the door for a long time, and finally he chose to leave. Jian Jiaojiao was right. Their Sheng family really owed Feng Qing too much.
While Sheng Yan's focus was all on Feng Qing's physical condition, Sheng Sibai's attention was on Sheng Qingran.
Since Feng Qing's accident, Sheng Qingran hadn't gone out. After he learned about Feng Qing's miscarriage, there didn't seem to be much of an emotional upheaval in him.
Sheng Sibai deliberately took time off and decided to go home and have a heart - to - heart talk with Sheng Qingran.
When he entered Sheng Qingran's study, Sheng Qingran was holding an old photo frame. It was only when he got closer that he realized it was a family photo of theirs.
It wasn't a real family photo in the strict sense, because at that time Sheng Yan was still in his mother's womb. It was taken before Sheng Yan was born when their family of four went to take pictures.
It was also the only and the last photo of the four of them, because their mother had died of massive hemorrhage after giving birth to Sheng Yan.
He could hardly remember when there had stopped being photos of his mother at home.
It had been more than twenty years, and he could hardly remember what his mother looked like.
"What? Have you suddenly started missing your real wife?" Sheng Sibai walked towards him step by step until he stopped in front of the desk. "Do you finally know who your real wife is?"
Sheng Qingran put the photo frame back into the drawer and looked at Sheng Sibai with an unhappy expression. "What are you doing back home instead of being at the company at this time?"
"If I hadn't come back, how would I have known that you were missing your deceased wife? Do you actually have a heart?"
Sheng Sibai's sarcasm quickly wore out Sheng Qingran's patience, and his tone quickly turned sour. Since Feng Qing fell into the water, even Sheng Sibai had started to talk to him in a sarcastic way.
What kind of spell had Feng Qing cast on his two sons that made them stand on her side and condemn him?
"Watch your attitude. I'm your father."
"Sheng Yan and I, are we your sons or just your tools? Your attitude towards us and towards mom when mom was alive and after her death makes me think you're just a cold - blooded animal."
"If I hadn't seen that girlfriend of yours, I really wouldn't have known that you actually had a heart. Do you think those who know you and Mrs. Feng will praise your half - life - long infatuation because of that news?"
At first, he was also reluctant to believe it. He couldn't believe that his mother had been a substitute in a relationship. After giving birth to two children for her husband, she still hadn't received her husband's love and had passed away in a hurry.
Previously, he thought that if his mother hadn't died of a difficult childbirth, she might have had a good life these years. But after he learned more, he realized that his mother would never have been happy.
In his vague and brief memories, his mother hardly ever smiled. He didn't understand before, but now he finally understood that in a loveless marriage, maybe his mother's death was her real relief.
And he also didn't know before that the person his father really loved was actually Feng Qing's mother who had passed away many years ago.