The Typhoon’s Dangerous Wife - Chapter 397

“There is a car!” Alcina pointed at the car.

“It will have GPS. We will be caught in no time. Someone from your security team was a mole. We can’t take a risk,” Jun told her, running.

“Is that why you follow me?” Alcina asked in curiosity.

“Or why else?” Jun scoffed.

“Why did you put your life in danger, idiot?” Alcina said, wanting to slap this idiot.

“If I say because you are my Saozi, would you believe me?” Jun asked. His eyes were tense and hesitant. It was nothing like that proud Young Master at all.

“You…you…” Alcina’s eyes widened as she realized what had happened. “Jun, my water broke.”

It was not the right time to think about the long lost son of the Xin family. It was time to think about the one that was about to come out.

“Oh, shit!!” Jun ran faster while Alcina was trying to not scream in pain. He ran for a kilometre with Alcina in his arms when he saw a truck coming their way. He stood in the middle of the road and the truck stood up.

“Please, help us. My Saozi is about to give birth.” Jun said, begging for help. He had to save his sister-in-law(Saozi) at all costs.

“What language are you speaking boy?” The truck driver stopped the truck and poked his head out of the window and said, ” I don’t understand you…”

The driver was trying to speak broken and weird accented English.

Jun and Alcina looked at each other as they couldn’t understand the driver’s language too. He then looked at the truck number plate and realized that they were not in China anymore.

“Your Country?”

“Country?” The driver as if he could understand this word. He got the trick, just focus on one English word he could understand. Pointing at himself. “Country?”

Jun nodded his head.

“Country C, ” The driver said proudly. Pointing at two of them, he said in broken English. “Are you both Chinese?”

Jun node his head again and said, “Help us. My sister-in-law is about to give birth. Please help us.”

The driver pondered for a while as he looked at the woman in pain in a boy’s arms, and then said. “Okay, sit in the back of the truck. a village on the route. But no help. No big hospital. small village in mountains. No connection. No phone. My Amma will help you. She knows some doctor work.”

Jun and Alcina could not fully understand the man’s words and accent but it was still better than nothing. As soon as they keep Alcina and baby safe, everything will be fine. So, they got in the truck while she was yelping in pain.

Three hours later, the truck stopped. It was snowing badly and Alcina felt like dying. She wanted to be strong for the sake of the baby but it was so tough for her to hold on anymore. The baby could come out anytime now. It was hard for her. This pain of giving birth was something she had felt before but now she felt like she couldn’t hold on anymore.

The backward village that the driver was talking about was around one kilometre away from the place the truck was stopped and it would take someone to take her there as she couldn’t walk. Jun carried her once again and walked to the village. It was snowing and she could feel herself freezing. The reason why the village was backward had to be the complexity of the place it was situated. Routes were impossible to be made here and yet people were staying in such a tough area.

If she wasn’t here, she wouldn’t have believed that such a place could even exist.

She was taken inside a mud but very beautiful house. There were some ladies who moved faster to help her while she was lying on the cot, yelling in pain. There were all foreign but kind ladies who were trying to help her as much as they could.

Even though they all couldn’t understand her language, they could understand her pain. They didn’t need words to understand the pain of another woman.

An elderly woman whose head was covered with a patterned scarf and was wearing a thick and embroidered loose maxi like dress, caressed her head and whispered to her softly in her language. She couldn’t understand her language exactly but she could feel it was meant to console her. They were trying to tell her that everything would be okay but how could it be so okay just like that.

The delivery was as painful as the first time and she was missing Ryuu and her family terribly but she knew that she had to hold on for her baby’s sake. She couldn’t let the baby or Ryuu let down. If she survived the calamity, she would return with two children of the Xin and Tang family. She had to hold on. She prayed that Zhenyi would be free so she could handle her brother or Ryuu would be going berserk.

She knew the extent to which Ryuu could go for her and the baby. Everyone might believe that Ryuu was the calmest man they had ever seen, but it was so far from true. He was the storm that could destroy everything in just mere seconds.

She let out one last shriek and then she heard the sound of a baby crying. A tear creaked from the corner of her eye as the elder lady showed her the crying baby.

It was a boy.

She did it.

Her baby might have been crying but her heart was laughing at the intensity of the joy. Her baby was safe. She saved him. Tears streamed down her face as she felt him against her skin. The joy of being a mother was just as same as it was for the first time. This time, she wouldn’t let her child away from her eyes.