Noite de Parto Difícil: O Senhor Huo Sacrificou-se por Seu Amor Ideal

“Mr. Huo, the madam has given birth, but she’s experiencing heavy bleeding...”
“Let her go.”
“And the child?”
“If it’s dead, discard it.”
...

When Song Nanyi struggled to open her eyes, she found herself sitting in a car, on the way to some charity banquet.

The autumn breeze was slightly cool, the sunlight glaring, and beads of sweat dotted her nose.

Hadn’t she already died on the delivery bed?

The bleeding wouldn’t stop no matter what; the doctors and nurses were panicking.

She didn’t know how many gauze pads they had packed inside her abdomen.

As she gradually lost consciousness, she heard Huo Shixu’s cold, merciless voice:

“Cease all rescue efforts.”

Her throat was hoarse and silent, yet she still wanted to plead with him not to give up on her.

“No... no...”

Then came Huo Shixu’s even more heartless voice, “Is the child dead?”

“Mr. Huo, the child is still alive.”

“Send it to the welfare institution.”

Huo Shixu discarded even his own flesh and blood without hesitation.

In utter despair, she died earlier than the doctors had predicted.

“Madam, please step out of the car.” The driver politely opened the door. “Mr. Huo is already waiting.”

Song Nanyi gathered herself, steadying her emotions for a long moment before stepping out.

From afar, she looked toward Huo Shixu, who was chatting with someone.

He wore a perfectly tailored, handcrafted suit; tall and slender, with deep-set brows and sharp eyes. As he raised