The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Ye Zhenzhen has been sleeping very well lately. She sleeps soundly at night and takes another nap at noon, getting twelve hours of sleep a day. Her skin and complexion are in excellent condition.

During the day, she would lie on a rocking chair in the yard to cool off, with a thin blanket draped over her legs. Xiao Zhou would lie at her feet, and she would be too lazy to move, just swaying slowly, while ordering someone to bring her tea, water, and fruit.

My belly has grown even bigger; I'm eight months pregnant now.

The two little ones' movements changed from gentle wriggling to little pigs arching their backs, and when they got really active, my belly was all twisted and turned.

Zhou Huaijin's study was filled with pregnancy knowledge and parenting guides, which she studied day and night, even more diligently than when preparing for an exam.

Every day when he applied pregnancy oil to her belly, his warm palms would press against her skin, and with a gentle push, the two babies inside would seem to sense it and move in response. Sometimes, if the kicks were too forceful, Ye Zhenzhen would frown, and he would place his hand on her belly, patting her gently twice, with a slight warning: "Be gentle with your mother."

As the kids' belongings accumulate, the couple can't resist buying whatever they see while shopping, bringing some back with them each time, like swallows building their nest.

Baby clothes, custom-made double strollers, cribs, comfort toys, bottles, bibs, socks, and hats kept piling up at home.

The house, which was originally simple in style and had a cool color scheme, suddenly became colorful and lively.

Ye Zhenzhen felt that the pregnancy was becoming difficult. The baby's movements were becoming more and more intense, and sometimes the movements were so strong that she couldn't breathe and could only sit down slowly while holding onto the wall to catch her breath.

Her growing belly was putting pressure on her bladder, so she had to get up two or three times a night. Each time, she would get up groggily, and Zhou Huaijin would get up with her and help her to the bathroom, afraid that she might slip and fall while still half asleep.

I can't eat much anymore. The fetus is pressing against my stomach, and after a few bites I feel bloated, and I feel like I'll vomit if I eat any more.

Zhou Huaijin looked at the half-eaten rice in her bowl and felt a pang of anxiety: "Just go and give birth. She's over eight months along; she could have survived long ago."

Ye Zhenzhen glared at him angrily. What did he mean by "she could have lived a long time ago"? Was this something her own father would say?

"That's different. Lung development is very important for babies in the later stages. People say that one day in the mother's womb is equivalent to a week outside. I have to persevere, otherwise the baby will be born unhealthy and will have to go to an incubator."

Actually, she was fine. Some women experience edema, leg cramps, and unstable blood pressure in late pregnancy, but apart from her big belly and a lively baby, she was fine.

Zhou's mother said she consulted a master who chose an auspicious date, which happened to be during her 36th week of pregnancy, at the hour of Chen (7-9 AM) for a cesarean section. The master said that a child born at this time would have a smooth life, great wealth and honor, and a harmonious family—a truly excellent destiny.

The day before the surgery, Zhou Chenyu's mother and the Ye family all rushed over. They brought all sorts of things for the children, supplements for the pregnant woman, and Ye's father even brought two free-range chickens and a basket of free-range eggs from the countryside. The large entourage made Ye Zhenzhen a little nervous.

The whole family drove to the hospital in a flurry.

The VIP ward is very well-equipped, with spacious suites complete with sofas, coffee tables, and televisions.

After admission, nurses came to draw blood, measure blood pressure, and perform fetal heart monitoring to confirm various indicators.

The surgery was scheduled for early the next morning, and she couldn't eat beforehand. The night before the surgery, Ye Zhenzhen had what could be considered her last celebration.

"I want a family bucket and an iced milk tea."

She sat on the bed, holding a bucket of fried chicken in her left hand and a milk tea in her right, eating with great satisfaction.

As a result, excessive joy turned to sorrow, and he suffered from insomnia after eating.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, unsure whether it was from drinking too much milk tea or from feeling nervous.

The person next to her wasn't asleep either, and asked her in a low voice.

"Can't sleep?"

"Um."

"Fear?"

"A little. I've never had surgery before," Ye Zhenzhen muttered softly.

He pulled her closer and patted her head. "Don't be afraid. Tomorrow's surgeon will be the most authoritative obstetrician in Bin City. You're in good health, so everything will be fine. I'll stay outside and watch over you; I won't go anywhere."

Ye Zhenzhen remained quiet in his arms for a while, but her mind kept replaying the news she had seen online—pregnant women suffering from severe hemorrhage, amniotic fluid embolism, and unsuccessful resuscitation...

She knew she shouldn't be thinking about these things, but when the moment came, those thoughts crawled into her mind like ants, and she couldn't get rid of them.

She got up, found paper and pen, and began writing her will. She carefully wrote down her bank card password, account password, and mobile payment password.

"Old Zhou, if something really happens to me, all my money will go to my parents. Although you should get a share too, you don't need the money. If they lose me, they'll have nothing left."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

Zhou Huaijin frowned slightly when he saw the paper: "Why write this? That's impossible."

"I'm just afraid of what might happen."

She held his hand. "Please promise me, okay? If I really pass away, please take care of my parents. I'm their only child."

"Even if you remarry, you can't let our children suffer. You still have to take the children to visit their maternal and paternal grandparents every year." She raised her head, her eyes red.

He frowned as he listened to her words.

"You'll be fine, and I won't marry anyone else. You're just scaring yourself."

Ye Zhenzhen didn't believe him at all. He was only in his thirties, how could he possibly spend his whole life with two children? Even the deepest feelings will eventually fade with time.

"Please promise me..."

"Okay, I promise you." Zhou Huaijin reluctantly agreed.

He turned off the lights and pulled her into his arms.

"Do you know that nearly 100,000 newborns are born in Binzhou every year? The number of maternal deaths is only in the single digits each year. Our country attaches great importance to the life and health of mothers. Every maternal death will be investigated by the Health Commission and reported throughout the city. Moreover, the vast majority of maternal deaths are caused by underlying diseases and complications. You are in such good health, trust our medical technology, don't be afraid."

He held her hand, taking each of her fingers into his palm, tightening his grip little by little.

After his analysis, Ye Zhenzhen felt much more at ease, nodded, and obediently closed her eyes.

But Zhou Huaijin didn't sleep a wink all night.

He knew it was an extremely low probability event. He found the best obstetrics and gynecology experts, the best hospitals, and made the most comprehensive emergency rescue arrangements. But even so, no one can guarantee a 100% successful surgery.

He was powerless to do anything about it.

This feeling of unease made him extremely anxious.

Ye Zhenzhen was woken up early in the morning to prepare for surgery.

Because of the pre-operative fasting, the whole family didn't eat breakfast, afraid of making her crave food.

She had to lie down after the surgery and couldn't wash her hair, so her mother braided her hair into two pigtails that hung down in front of her chest. Paired with the loose hospital gown, she looked very cute and charming.

As she was wheeled into the operating room, her fingers gripped Zhou Huaijin's hand, trembling slightly. He leaned down and kissed her forehead: "Don't be afraid, everyone's waiting for you outside."

"Um."