After My Fake Death, Ex-Husband Begs Me To Remarry - Chapter 3

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The morning sun shone into the ward.

Qin Xiangwan was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. She looked so fragile that it seemed like she would break at any moment.

Her eyelashes fluttered and slowly, she opened her eyes.

The white ceiling came into view.

“Madam, you’re awake?”

She heard a surprised cry.

Qin Xiangwan’s eyes moved as she finally returned to her consciousness.

She was not dead yet.

The nanny, Auntie Zhang, stood by the bed and wiped her tears of joy. “…Madam, you’ve been unconscious for three whole days and the notice of critical illness has been issued twice. Luckily, you’ve finally come to… I’ll go tell Mr Fu now.”

Fu Beiting…

Qin Xiangwan’s lips moved slightly, “Where is he?”

“Mr Fu is in the ward next door. Miss Su is very weak after the kidney transplant, so Mr Fu has stayed by her side for the past three days to personally feed her water and medicine…”

Only then did Auntie Zhang realize that she had said something wrong. She quickly shut her mouth and looked at Qin Xiangwan carefully.

Fortunately, Qin Xiangwan’s pale face was expressionless, as if she did not hear what she had said.

Auntie Zhang quickly slipped out of the room.

Silence returned to the ward.

Qin Xiangwan lifted the bed sheets with much difficulty and held her hospital gown up to look at her lower abdomen.

Her bulging abdomen had now become flat, with an ugly centipede-like sca on it.

She felt terrible and covered her abdomen.

Her baby was gone.

She also lost a kidney.

Creak.

The door was pushed open and a tall figure walked in.

Man’s shadow loomed over Qin Xiangwan. She did not lift her head and appeared to be indifferent.

Fu Beiting frowned and looked at the woman sitting on the bed.

The hospital gown was not big, but it looked oversized on her, making her look especially slender. Why hadn’t he realized before that Qin Xiangwan was so frail?

As he thought of what happened three days ago, Fu Beiting hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, “We can still have children…”

“Get out!”

Qin Xiangwan did not raise her head and interrupted him coldly.

Fu Beiting’s handsome face darkened and he stared at her deeply.

In the past, she had always been careful around him and would never speak to him in such a cold tone.

“Xiangwan…”

“Mr Fu, aren’t you going to accompany Miss Su?” Qin Xiangwan lifted her head and looked at him coldly. Her gaze was bleak and emotionless. “Miss Su should be very regretful that I’m not dead. After all, she would only be able to take my place when I’m dead,”she said

Fu Beiting clenched his fists tightly.

In the past, he would have flown into a rage should she speak to him in such a mean tone.

But now, as he looked at the woman before him who was on the verge of collapsing, he felt a trace of inexplicable pain in his heart.

When he entered the room earlier on, he had wanted to comfort Qin Xiangwan. After all, she used to be a crybaby who would often tear up in front of him.

However, the woman in front of him now did not have a single drop of tear on her pale face. Her eyes looked as indifferent as a stranger’s.

The doctor walked in. “You’re awake? It’s time for a routine checkup,”he said.

Qin Xiangwan ignored Fu Beiting and let the doctor perform a checkup on her.

The cold medical instrument slid against her stomach, no longer detecting her child’s heartbeat.

Qin Xiangwan closed her eyes. Only at this moment did she feel a heart-wrenching pain excruciating enough to tear her into a million pieces.

For the past six months, she had been stroking her tummy happily every day, anticipating the arrival of her child.

But now, she had killed the child with her own hands.

Her heart ached so much that she couldn’t breathe.

Qin Xiangwan tried her best to hold back her tears. However, ice cold tears fell from the corner of her eyes and seeped into her pillow.

Fu Beiting, I hope you won’t regret this!

Fu Beiting stood silently at the side and looked at Qin Xiangwan who was lying on the bed. Tears trickled down her cheeks. The strength she had put up earlier was now shattered by her tears.

For some reason, his heart felt like it was soaked in her tears, bitter and astringent.