The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

When the female doctor heard Song Yunqi's calm, almost cruel decision, she tightened her grip on the medical record book.

Having spent a long time in the hospital, I've seen all kinds of family members and patients, but this young man in front of me is really special. As a man, I really can't accept using my own body to bring life into the world.

"An abortion is not something you can do immediately just because you want to."

The female doctor adjusted her glasses and stated the facts objectively:

"You have just experienced heavy bleeding and are currently showing signs of threatened miscarriage. Your uterine wall is thin and unstable."

"If a forced curettage or medical abortion is performed now, the probability of massive bleeding doubles, and it can even be life-threatening. At least three days of intravenous hemostatic and anti-inflammatory medication should be administered first, and pre-operative examinations should be conducted once the condition stabilizes."

After hearing this, Song Yunqi slightly tightened the fingers that were resting on both sides of her abdomen, revealing a sickly whiteness at the joints.

"Okay, then three days from now."

Seeing his resolute attitude, the female doctor pulled out an expedited surgical consent form and a risk disclosure form for the pregnancy preservation period from under his medical record and handed them to his bedside.

"Since you are of sound mind, then you should sign."

As he spoke, he handed over a black ballpoint pen.

"Regardless of whether or not you ultimately have the surgery, you need to be informed and sign off on the medication and pre-operative precautions for the next few days."

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Yunqi reached out and took the pen.

The IV needle on the back of his hand was slightly bleeding from the excessive movement, but he didn't even frown. He signed his name, "Song Yunxi," with vigorous strokes.

Shen Chonglu stood at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes, which were usually filled with wildness and possessiveness, were now red with tears.

Tears streamed down his handsome nose, leaving a small, dark stain on his clothes.

Due to his extreme restraint and pent-up frustration, his chest heaved violently, and his throat emitted sobbing sounds.

Song Yunqi handed the pen back to the doctor.

The skin on the back of my hand was slightly bluish from the pulling, and the backflow of blood was particularly noticeable in the transparent IV tube.

He placed his hand back on his lower abdomen and glanced at the foot of the bed.

The man's pathetic state, crying so hard he could barely breathe, was laid bare before my eyes.

Her lips were pursed, she looked like she was about to die from grievance, but she didn't even have the courage to take a step forward.

The sorrow was so heavy and so obvious that it almost filled the entire ward with a bitter, salty smell.

Song Yunxi's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

The fingers resting on the bedding curled slightly, the nails digging into the soft flesh of the palm, causing a slight stinging pain.

He knew what Shen Chonglu was thinking.

Even at this moment, looking at the other person's slightly hunched back due to sadness, Song Yunqi's heart suddenly tightened.

But in the end, he said nothing.

He simply looked away, turned his face toward the blinds, closed his eyes, and pretended as if he hadn't seen or heard anything.

"Signature confirmed."

Song Yunqi said calmly to the female doctor, "Let's proceed with the treatment according to procedure."

The female doctor took back the signed form and looked at the two people with a complicated expression.

Finally, he shifted his gaze to Shen Chonglu, his tone still carrying a hint of reproach towards the family:

"The patient needs to rest completely."

"Come out with me for a moment and pick up the oral medication and the newly prescribed IV fluids for tomorrow morning."

Shen Chonglu moved his stiff neck and mechanically agreed.

He raised his head, his gaze lingering on Song Yunqi's face, only to meet her cold, phoenix eyes before awkwardly looking away.

"I'll go get the medicine."

He left those words behind, turned around, and practically ran away, pulling open the door and walking out.

Song Yunqi was the only one left in the ward.

He leaned against the cold headboard, turning his head to look out the window at the brightly lit neon-lit night sky of Beijing.

The bright light fell on his cheeks, but brought no warmth whatsoever. He slowly raised his left hand and gently placed it on his flat stomach through the thin hospital gown.

There's a child here.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a life flowing with his blood had secretly taken root in this incomplete, strange body that he considered a disgrace.

More than five weeks.

It's so tiny, only the size of a grain of rice, and there's not even a fetal heartbeat yet.

This will be his only true family in this world.

The man who would always grab his waist and demand things like an insatiable beast eventually managed to break through the defenses he had erected, creating an unfillable breach.

Thinking of this, Song Yunxi closed her eyes with a self-deprecating smile.

No matter how chaotic his mind was, he wouldn't allow his future to be completely disrupted by an unplanned incident.

Perhaps one day, he will want to have a baby, love it, cherish it, and live together with it in this cold world.

But that's not possible right now.

Regardless of his current identity or the plans he is currently making, both are extremely dangerous, making it impossible to tolerate the existence of this little life.

Shen Chonglu returned very quickly.

Carrying a bag of oral medications and IV fluids that she had just received, she tiptoed in, looking just like a short-term worker afraid of disturbing her employer.

He placed the medicine on the bedside table and didn't even dare to sit down, standing properly a meter away from the bed.

Song Yunqi opened her eyes and glanced at the slap mark on his face that hadn't completely faded.

"How much does Lin Hang know about my affairs?"

"He doesn't know."

Shen Chonglu lowered his head, his voice muffled in his chest: "I was in such a rush when I brought you to the hospital that I didn't have time to notify anyone."

"I just sent a text message to Assistant Lin saying that you have a flare-up of gastroenteritis and need to be hospitalized for a few days. Tomorrow morning's meeting will be held via video conference. Have him send the materials directly to my email, and I will handle them."

Song Yunxi nodded.

He was quite confident in Shen Chonglu's ability to handle official business.

"Um."

"You don't need to stay here. Go back and rest. You have work to do tomorrow."

He was in a state of confusion and didn't want to see Shen Chonglu, so he coldly dismissed him, as if there was nothing between them except for a superior-subordinate employer-employee relationship.

Shen Chonglu raised his eyes, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Song Yunqi.

I want to stay.

The man's voice was deep, hoarse, and even carried an obvious pleading tone.

"Three days."

"Just three days. After the surgery, you can take me wherever you want."

He awkwardly tugged at his sleeve, trying to make himself look less disheveled.

"You don't even have the strength to pour water or turn over right now. A caregiver is never as helpful as someone from your own family."

"I won't bother you. I'll stay by your side while you sleep, and I'll leave when you wake up, okay?"

The words "our own people" made Song Yunxi's brows furrow even lower.

The man before her was clearly arrogant and powerful outside, possessing an excellent family background and strength, yet he was so humble in front of her.

A vague and inexplicable sense of unease welled up in his heart.

"what ever."