Chapter 3: Tragic Death and Rebirth_1

Translator: 549690339

As a warm gush of fluid continued to flow from her body, Jian Yufei tightly gripped Ruan Tianling’s hand. She screamed out in terror, “The baby, save, save my baby!”

Ruan Tianling spotted the large patches of blood on her pants. As his eyes darkened, he swiftly carried her and bolted out of the villa.

On the way to the hospital, Jian Yufei was in constant agony, whimpering in pain. Her face was as pale as paper, even turning a shade of green.

She could feel she had lost a lot of blood. Her heart was in extreme pain, so was her stomach, her entire body was in torment.

She gripped the leathery seat cushion tightly, her vision intermittently blackening, and her consciousness was slowly blurring.

She knew she had lost the baby, and she was likely dying soon too.

At this moment, she was filled with regret. She shouldn’t have married Ruan Tianling and should never have fallen in love with him.

She had devoted her entire love to him without thinking of the repercussions, leaving her in a predicament.

Not only had she harmed the child within her, but she also harmed herself.

Tears trickled down the edge of Jian Yufei’s eyes. With her last strains of energy, she forced her eyes wide open and sighed, “Ruan Tianling…if I could do this all over… I would never fall in love with you again…”

She was not aware of his reaction. After uttering those words, her consciousness submerged into the darkness.

Jian Yufei guessed correctly; she was indeed dying.

On the way to the hospital, even before she could be rescued, her breathing stopped.

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“Young mistress, wake up, please wake up.”

Jian Yufei opened her eyes in confusion and saw Auntie Li looking at her with a worried expression.

“Young mistress, you’re finally awake.” Auntie Li let out a sigh of relief and a smile touched her face.

Surveying her surroundings, Jian Yufei realized that she was in the bedroom she shared with Ruan Tianling.

She remembered being pushed down the stairs by Ruan Tianling, it seemed she also lost the baby as a result.

Jian Yufei quickly put her hand on her stomach, which felt shrunken, not bulging as when she was pregnant.

A wave of pain washed over her –- her child was really gone!

But why hadn’t she died? Wasn’t she supposed to die too?

“Young mistress, what’s wrong?” Auntie Li saw her unusual expression and asked with a frown, “Young mistress, are you not feeling well, shall we go to the hospital?”

Jian Yufei was heartbroken; her child was gone, why did the heavens let her live!

Why didn’t they just kill her as well…

“Auntie Li, I lost my baby.” The moment she started speaking, she began to cry bitterly.

It was a six-months old fetus! She was only a few months away from meeting it.

But now it was gone. She felt as though a chunk of flesh had been brutally sliced off from her. The pain was unbearable, she wished she was dead.

Auntie Li was puzzled. “Young mistress, have you been dreaming? It’s not real, you and the young master don’t have a child yet.”

Jian Yufei froze. She stared wide-eyed at Auntie Li and asked in disbelief, “What did you say?”

Auntie Li chuckled, “I said you and the young master don’t have a child yet. You must be dreaming, dreaming that you lost your child with the young master.”

“Impossible, I was clearly six months pregnant!”

Auntie Li couldn’t hold back her laughter, “She truly was dreaming. Young mistress, were you dreaming about having a child so badly that you dreamt what you did?”

“Auntie Li, you’re trying to comfort me, aren’t you? You’re deliberately lying to me, aren’t you?”

“Oh no, could she be getting delirious from the fever?” Auntie Li quickly touched her forehead, mumbling, “But the fever’s gone.”

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Dressed in a white shirt, Ruan Tianling strode in. His dark eyes turned to Jian Yufei, as he softly asked her.