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Chapter 207 Miss Ling, please run away

When Ling Zhen came out, she saw Han Su sitting on a bench waiting for her.

Seeing her come out, Han Su stood up and walked over: "Ms. Ling, are you finished with the examination?"

"Ah."

Han Su looked at the red in Ling Zhen's eyes. Perhaps she had been crying, and his heart ached. "Then I'll go get the car. You wait for me at the door for a while."

"Han Su."

Han Su swallowed and looked at her sideways, "What's wrong, Miss Ling?"

She bit her almost bloodless lips and said, "This is the list of my examinations today. Tell Tang Shuya that the probability of me getting pregnant in the future is almost zero."

After she finished speaking, a floating and ethereal smile slowly spread across her lips.

In Han Su's eyes, that smile looked even more miserable than crying.

He squeezed the checklist she handed over and replied in a deep voice, "I understand."

The moment he turned around, his eyes were already red.

Han Su sent Ling Zhen back to Jin Mansion and escorted her to Building No. 2. Seeing that everything was ready, he wanted to turn around and leave.

At this time, Ling Zhen called him.

"Han Su, do you know which baby room was originally renovated here?"

"Miss Ling, why are you doing this?"

"Han Su, please take me to see it. I haven't visited it since it was renovated."

Ling Zhen knew where the pain lay.

Even if you know you are infertile, you still need to visit the baby room.

This is undoubtedly rubbing salt into one's own wounds.

But that was the future room of her only child.

The child is gone, so it’s okay to take a look at the room, right?

Ling Sha walked slowly, almost dragging his heavy steps into the room.

Every step feels like stepping on the tip of my heart.

Her eyes swept over the childlike decorations one by one.

The exquisite crib, with wind chimes hanging on it, swayed gently.

The small bookshelf in the corner is filled with various picture books.

That was something she picked later, hoping to share with her children every bedtime story time in the future.

Unfortunately, she had already bought it and didn't have time to put it on the bookshelf herself.

There are also soft baby clothes, each one is washed clean and exudes a faint fragrance.

The decoration here is more cozy than she imagined.

It can be seen from every detail that Tang Shuya put a lot of thought into it.

Her hands gently brushed over the soft baby clothes, and the touch from her fingertips turned into sharp arrows, shooting into her heart, making her feel heartbroken.

If she knew this would be her last child, she would definitely not make this choice...

There are no ifs in life.

Every choice made at a fork in life will have a chain reaction on the days to come.

Regardless of whether the result is good or bad, people must always take responsibility for their choices.

Self-blame came like a tide, drowning all her rationality and strength.

It was her who failed to protect the child.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a mosquito's.

The tears could no longer be held back and burst out, blurring her vision.

She finally couldn't hold on any longer, her legs went limp, and she knelt down on the soft carpet, holding the small, soft baby shirt tightly in her arms, letting her tears flow freely.

The crying, from being suppressed at first, gradually became heart-wrenching, as if she wanted to vent all the pain and regret with this crying.

Her grief-stricken and hurt look struck Han Su's eyes and also touched his heart.

He moved closer to her step by step, his fingers twitching non-stop. He tried to hold back again and again, but finally couldn't bear it any longer.

He took a deep breath, slowly lowered his knees, and reached out to slowly embrace her in his arms.

Countless times, whenever he saw her crying helplessly, he wanted to hold her in his arms regardless of everything.

Even though he knew that he couldn't help her in any way, he could only give her a hug.

Ling Zhen was immersed in endless grief and self-blame, and became dull to changes in the outside world. It could be said that at that moment, all his five senses were blocked.

She had no idea that she was already surrounded by Han Su's arms.

Han Su felt her thin shoulders twitching and shaking.

Tears fell drop by drop, spreading a dark spot on his black shirt and soaking the softest part of his heart. The pain made Han Su almost unable to breathe.

After dealing with the old man Mr. Yu, Tang Shuya immediately returned to Jin Mansion.

On the way back, he called Han Su several times, but Han Su, who was always on call 24 hours a day, did not answer the phone.

A trace of doubt appeared on Tang Shuya's brow.

When he arrived at Jin Mansion, he went straight to Building No. 2.

There was no one in the living room, so he went to the bedroom, and Ling Zhen was not there either.

When he came out of the bedroom and was wondering where Ling Zhen had gone, a faint sound came from the air.

Tang Shuya went to look for the source of the sound.

After finding the source of the sound, he stood outside the door, his hands tightly grasping the door frame. His eyes passed through the half-open door and saw a man and a woman kneeling on the ground hugging each other tightly.

The man's big hands climbed onto the woman's soft waist and rubbed it gently.

He couldn't see the man's expression, he only saw him burying his head deep in the woman's thick hair.

As for the woman's expression, he could not see it at all. She was completely buried in the man's arms. He could only see her soft breasts pressed tightly against the man's chest.

Tang Shuya clenched his fists instantly, and all the expressions on his face froze.

He looked at the two of them with anger in his eyes, the flames of jealousy burning more and more fiercely. Just as he was about to kick the door open, he heard Han Su speak.

Han Su said, "Miss Ling, please run away."

Ling Zhen raised his head, his eyes filled with mist, and asked blankly, "Escape? Where to?"

Han Su clearly didn't cry, but his voice was a little hoarse. "If you want to leave here, I'll find a way."

Ling Zhen looked at Han Su and asked, "If I run away, what will you do?"

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm just worried that your life will be even harder in the future..."

Ling Zhen understood what Han Su meant. He must have thought that she was infertile, and Tang Shuya would definitely abandon her after knowing that.

She had previously caused a scene at Tang Shuya's engagement ceremony, and her reputation had been completely ruined. If she was abandoned by Tang Shuya again because of infertility, she would become a laughing stock in this circle.

Instead of this, it is better to leave Tang Shuya completely.

But does Tang Shuya care whether she can get pregnant?

She shook her head, her voice hoarse, "Thank you for your kindness. But you really don't have to worry about me."

"I finally understand. I'm a jinx, a disaster. No one who gets close to me has a good ending. Yi Xin, Fang Xi, Hu Nanzhen... They all died because of me..."

"Assistant Han, you're a good person. I don't want to implicate you. It was just luck that you weren't discovered last time, but there's no guarantee that you won't be discovered this time."

Han Su lowered his eyelashes, his eyes seemed to be filled with mist, and called her, "Miss Ling..."

Ling Zhen exhaled a breath of turbid air and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face. "I'm fine. I feel much better after venting it."

Tang Shuya was standing outside the door and could hear their conversation clearly.

He had a blank expression on his face, the ice in his dark eyes had quickly condensed, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

It seems to be covered with ice, and is even colder than an ice cellar.