I'm Pregnant With a Wealthy Old Man's Child

Chapter 38: Production

I don't know how long the pain was, Zu Qi didn't even feel it, it seemed that every second passed very long and there was no end in sight.

In the vague consciousness, Zu Qi vaguely saw that the bedroom door was pushed open by force, and then several panicked figures rushed in from outside.

Before the overwhelming darkness came, Zu Qi felt that she was being hugged by someone lightly kicking, Xue Jue's heavy breathing sound came from her ear, and her always cold and indifferent voice couldn't stop trembling at this moment.

"Zu Qi, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away..."

What else did Xue Jue say later, Zu Qi could not hear clearly, and the pain continued to stimulate his nerves, and within two seconds he fainted with pain.

Zu Qi had nightmares intermittently. For a while, he dreamed of the scene of the death of his parents in his previous life, and then dreamed of the scene of being tortured by the big villain Xue Jue after entering the novel, and his head hurt almost exploding.

"Zuchi."

One hand gently stroked Zu Qi's face, and wiped off the sweat overflowing from his face with the palm of his hand, and the slightly cold fingertips stopped on the tip of Zu Qi's nose.

It feels cool to the touch, as if a gust of breeze is blowing.

The restless Zu Qi suddenly calmed down a lot. He finally broke free from the nightmare and opened his eyes with difficulty. The first thing that caught the eye was Xue Jue's solemn face.

They should be in the car. The shadowy street lights outside the car window cast bright and dark shadows on Xue Jue's side face. His eyes stared at Zu Qi for an instant, with emotions that Zu Qi could not understand in his eyes.

"Be patient." Xue Jue rarely spoke softly. He rubbed Zu Qi's sweaty hair with his thumb, "We will be at the hospital soon."

Zu Qi's face was pale, and the pain was so painful that it was extremely difficult to breathe. He tightly grasped Xue Jue's wrist with both hands, and reluctantly pulled the person in front of him.

Xue Jue immediately understood what Zu Qi meant. He leaned forward and attached his ear to Zu Qi's lips. He soon heard Zu Qi weakly speaking: "Bad son, you didn't answer my call..."

"..." Xue Jue's expression was distorted for an instant, but he quickly reacted and said softly, "Sorry, my dad and I were discussing business affairs and accidentally turned the phone on silent."

Zu Qi had been in the novel for more than two months, and it was the first time he heard Xue Jue's apology, and he couldn't help feeling fresh. He grinned and wanted to laugh, but found that he couldn't laugh at all because of the pain.

"Xue Jue..." Zu Qi panted in pain, tightening Xue Jue's hand fiercely as if venting.

"I'm here." Xue Jue frowned slightly, as if he was pinched by Zu Qi, but he let Zu Qi's fingertips pinch into the back of his hand, and the other hand gently shuttled between Zu Qi's hair.

"My stomach hurts, it hurts really!" Zu Qi said grimly, his voice was stained with unconscious crying.

"I know." Xue Jue took Zu Qi into his arms and stroked Zu Qi's back again and again, as if coaxing a child, "Can you bear with me? It will be over soon, let's go Hold on."

Zu Qi buried his entire face on Xue Jue's chest, wondering if it was his illusion. This warm embrace seemed to relieve his pain a little bit.

And Zu Qi could clearly feel that Xue Jue's hand was shaking while holding him.