diskusbooks Chapter 241 Knock it off
Chapter 241 Knock it off
Song Yanzhou rubbed his nose, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Are you sure it's yours, right?"
Bo Junxing sneered, "If the timing is correct, this is indeed my child."
Song Yanzhou's expression immediately turned serious. "If you didn't know, that's fine, but now that you do..." He leaned forward, his tone resolute, "She must abort this child."
Bo Junxing looked up at him.
“This woman is too good at manipulating you,” Song Yanzhou said in a low voice, emphasizing each word. “If she gives birth to this child, you will definitely suffer a lot because of this child in the future.”
He stared into Bo Junxing's eyes and emphasized, "After all, this is your bloodline."
Bo Junxing remained silent.
Song Yanzhou stood up anxiously and paced back and forth in front of the coffee table. "Did you hear what I told you? She can't have this child."
Bo Junxing suddenly curled the corners of his lips into a smile, but his eyes were icy cold. "Why are you so sure she will give birth to this child?"
He raised his hand and pressed his temple. "Didn't you hear her say that she took birth control pills, but the situation was special and the pills weren't effective?" He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I don't think she'll want my child."
"If that woman really thinks that way," Song Yanzhou said with a sigh of relief as he sat back on the sofa, "it saves us trouble."
After saying that, he gently patted Bo Junxing's shoulder, his tone deliberately becoming relaxed, "It's getting late, why don't you come out for dinner with me?"
Bo Junxing declined, "No, I'm not available to go out right now. Why don't you stay for dinner? Someone will come over to cook for you in a bit."
Song Yanzhou's gaze lingered on Bo Junxing's bandaged arm for a second, then he thought for a moment and agreed.
He thought that Bo Junxing must be lonely now that his arm was inconvenient and he was eating alone. As a good brother, it was only right for him to keep him company.
During dinner, Song Yanzhou was unusually lively, chatting about everything from stock market trends to the newly opened horse farm, and even gossip from the entertainment industry.
Bo Junxing put down his chopsticks and sighed softly, "You're acting quite strangely today, saying all this nonsense, what are you trying to do?"
Song Yanzhou paused, his hand still holding the food. "I'm just worried that you'll be influenced by that woman."
His gaze drifted to Bo Junxing's wounds, "Your physical wounds haven't healed yet, don't hurt your heart too."
Bo Junxing suddenly laughed, "You underestimate me. I broke off all ties with her a long time ago, and I won't get hurt again."
After finishing the meal, Song Yanzhou was kicked out by Bo Junxing.
As soon as he left, Bo Junxing suddenly felt that the house was very cold and desolate. The furniture lacked any sense of life, and the decorations lacked any warmth. It couldn't even be called a home.
It's 8:30 p.m., and the city lights outside the window are bright.
Bo Junxing sat on the sofa for a very long time, holding his phone. The screen lit up and then dimmed, dimmed and then lit up again.
In the end, he swiped open the call log, hovered his fingertip over the three characters "Shen Feiwan" for a moment, and then pressed it.
The phone rang for the first time, but no one answered until it automatically disconnected. The mechanical busy tone sounded particularly jarring in the quiet living room.
Bo Junxing held his phone, a sudden, absurd feeling of retreat rising in his throat.
He was actually afraid of the ringing bell during this waiting period!
This realization made him smirk with a self-deprecating smile.
When did Bo Junxing become so indecisive? What is he afraid of with just a simple phone call?
He frowned, swiped his thumb heavily across the screen, and dialed the number again.
The call was answered quickly this time, and Shen Feiwan only said "hello" once.
That familiar voice pierced my thin, even eardrum like a fine needle.
"Do you know who I am?" Bo Junxing asked coldly.
The sound of a plastic sheet being pried open came from the other end of the phone, like the sound of a pill being pressed out of its foil.
Shen Feiwan's response was even colder than his: "Of course."
She seemed to be unpacking medicine. "Mr. Bo, what can I do for you? My time is very precious, so please get to the point."
Bo Junxing suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
Despite having already resolved to sever all ties, these cold-blooded words still chilled him to the bone.
He suddenly stood up and walked to the window. The glass reflected his tense jawline in the night. "I heard you're pregnant with my child. Get rid of it."
Shen Feiwan's voice finally showed a slight change, and the medicine box made a "crunch" sound as she squeezed it. "How did you know?"
"So it's true?"
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
Shen Feiwan stared at the medicine blister pack that had been pried open in her hand and began to quickly recall the entire process at the hospital today.
Hua Ling accompanied her throughout, but she believed that Hua Ling would never specifically tell Bo Junxing about this.
Perhaps it was someone else in the hospital who leaked this information to Bo Junxing.
But this is no longer important.
She calmly told Bo Junxing, "Yes, I'm pregnant. It was an accident. I took birth control pills immediately after I escaped, but they were obviously past their effective date. I was busy dealing with my own life-or-death situation and didn't pay much attention, which led to the situation we have today."
“Mr. Bo,” Shen Feiwan continued, “this is my personal privacy. I don’t know who told you, but please pass on that person’s message—”
She suddenly raised her voice, "Don't pry into my private life."
Bo Junxing chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing the cold frame of his phone. "You're pregnant with my child. Do you really think this is just a matter for you alone?"
He suddenly clenched his fingers, the metal casing leaving an indentation in his palm. "Shen Feiwan, I said, get rid of the child."
"I never intended to keep this child," Shen Feiwan said coldly. "Did you think I would secretly give birth to this child behind your back?"
Bo Junxing swallowed hard. "I'll send someone over as soon as possible."
A short, cold laugh came through the receiver from Shen Feiwan. "I said I didn't want it, so I won't keep it. I don't know what you're worried about. I didn't want to explain, but it seems I can't now. Today's checkup revealed that I have inflammation of the endometrium, and I need to undergo anti-infection treatment first."
"Whether it's medical abortion or surgery, doing it now will cause the inflammation to spread. I don't plan to keep this child, but my first consideration is my health. I will inform you of the abortion date after the treatment is completed. You can send someone to check or come to supervise in person, it's up to you."
After saying that, Shen Feiwan hung up the phone.
The busy tone suddenly sounded, and Bo Junxing slowly put down his phone.
He forced a smile at the darkened screen. "Yes, Shen Feiwan, you always put yourself first. This child really can't be kept—"
He muttered to himself, "After all, its mother never expected it to exist for even a second."
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The moment the call ended, Shen Feiwan's temples throbbed.
She tossed her phone onto the bedside table, swallowed two anti-inflammatory pills, which were very bitter and instantly spread from the back of her tongue to her entire mouth.
She finished the water in her cup, but she was too lazy to get up and pour it again.
She wondered if it was due to hormonal changes from pregnancy, but she suddenly felt a strong urge to cry.
The bitter taste of the anti-inflammatory medicine still lingered between her teeth. She looked down at her flat stomach and said, "You see, nobody here is looking forward to your arrival."
Her voice was as light as a feather falling on snow, a long-lost gentle tone, "I'm sorry, I have no choice but to send you away. Go back to heaven and find a family that loves you again. Although I don't want children, I believe there are still many families in this world looking forward to the birth of a baby."
The bedside lamp cast her shadow on the wall, as thin as a piece of paper.
She rubbed her throbbing temples, then suddenly threw off the covers and buried herself completely in them, as if that would shut out all her chaotic thoughts.
The next day, Shen Feiwan received the news.
After receiving Chen You'en's report about Chai Ming, the security authorities in the northern part of the city have initiated relevant procedures. They will cooperate with the security authorities in the southern part of the city to carry out investigations and arrests.
Chen Youen's excited voice came through the receiver, "Wanwan, I think the truth is coming out soon, and your dad will definitely be released soon."
"I hope so. I hope Chai Ming can also explain the situation regarding my mother and two older brothers."
"I hope so too. By the way, when are you coming back?"
Shen Feiwan took a deep breath. "Let's wait a bit longer. If the case is handed over to Nancheng for full control, I'll stay until it's over. If Beicheng comes to take the person away, I'll go back."
"Then come back soon, I miss you." Chen Youen sensed something was wrong. "You sound very depressed. Are you very tired? It must be very hard for you over there all alone, right?"
Shen Feiwan opened her mouth, but ultimately revealed nothing.
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Three days later, Chai Ming was transferred to Beicheng for investigation, and Shen Feiwan bought a plane ticket and returned to Beicheng that same day.
When Chen Youen picked her up at the airport, she immediately noticed her gaunt face and tired expression. "It's only been a few days, how come you've lost so much weight?"
She pulled Shen Feiwan's suitcase with concern and emphasized, "Don't go alone next time. Come on, hurry back to the car, I'll take you back to sleep. You must not have slept well these past few days."
Shen Feiwan nodded, finally letting down her guard in front of her best friend, revealing her fatigue from the past few days. "I really haven't been sleeping well. Now I just hope Chai Ming will spill all the stuff he's done as soon as possible."
“There must be progress, otherwise they wouldn’t have brought him back to Beicheng.”
The two got into the car as they were talking.
The back seat was comfortable, so Chen Youen arranged for Shen Feiwan to sit there.
The car drove smoothly on the road. It wasn't rush hour, and it only took about forty minutes to reach Shen Feiwan's house.
Before she even reached her house, Chen Youen saw a car already parked in front of her.
She slowly pressed the brake. The Rolls-Royce looked familiar; if she remembered correctly, it was the one Lin Xiaoyan had driven last time.
Why is he here?
His information network is incredibly efficient! He was already waiting outside the Shen family's house before she and Shen Feiwan even arrived.