Chapter 792: 793, Situ Ya’s Comeback (One More)

As she finished speaking, Situ Ya clenched the scissors and viciously stabbed towards Duanmu Sheng’s abdomen.

Watching the scissors about to plunge into her lower belly, Duanmu Sheng tightly closed her eyes, biting her lip.

Even if she died, she would find the Shen family, find Situ Ya and take her revenge!

However, the expected pain did not come; instead, a crisp "click" sounded next to her ear.

Then, Duanmu Sheng felt the ropes around her being yanked away; her whole body suddenly felt lighter, and she tried moving her hands. It was not an illusion; she really could move!

With this realization, Duanmu Sheng hurriedly opened her eyes.

Seeing her reaction, Situ Ya chuckled again, "You didn’t think I was actually going to kill you, did you? I’ve never seen anyone as foolish as you." Saying this, Situ Ya yanked the cloth from Duanmu Sheng’s mouth.

"They’re all asleep now; follow me, and I’ll take you out of here," Situ Ya said as she tossed the ropes and cloth on the floor and looked up at Duanmu Sheng.

Duanmu Sheng also looked at Situ Ya, her eyes reflecting disbelief, "Why would you save me?"

Situ Ya dusted off her hands with a sneer, "Don’t flatter yourself! Who would save a fool like you?" With those words, Situ Ya turned and walked away.

Duanmu Sheng immediately followed. At a time like this, she had no other choice; she had to trust Situ Ya.

Situ Ya seemed to know the Shen family’s basement well; within minutes, she had led Duanmu Sheng up to ground level. As she saw the long-missed light, Duanmu Sheng’s heart, which had been held in suspense, immediately settled down.

"I’ll leave you here. Take care of yourself," Situ Ya said, then turned and left.

"Wait." Duanmu Sheng looked at Situ Ya’s retreating figure and called out.

Regardless, Situ Ya had truly saved her this time.

Just as Situ Ya had said, even without her, there would have been other women who colluded with Shen Haoguang to deceive her.

But if it weren’t for Situ Ya, she might have been locked in that basement for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Sheng was gripped by new terror.

She never wanted to experience that sense of panic and helplessness again.

"What is it?" Situ Ya turned around impatiently, her face devoid of its previously sweet smile and the feigned weakness of a damsel in distress; perhaps this was Situ Ya’s true self.

Duanmu Sheng, guarded, asked, "Who exactly are you? Why did you save me?"

The corners of Situ Ya’s mouth lifted slightly, "I’m not a good person, but I’m not a bad person either! Relax, I simply saved you this time without any ulterior motives. You don’t need to be so wary, nor do you need to feel indebted to me. After all, I didn’t save you for nothing. Buddha did say, didn’t he? Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-level pagoda. Although you are a fool, saving you will accrue some merit for me. If I die and have to go to hell, maybe Lord Yama will see that I saved a life and lessen my suffering a bit."

After finishing her piece, Situ Ya turned and left.

What an odd person.

Duanmu Sheng narrowed her eyes and then also turned to leave.

As long as she could escape the Shen family, she had nothing to fear!

Shen Haoguang! Just wait, there will come a day when she would return to seek revenge! She would reclaim everything she suffered, with interest!

**

After the engagement party, Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe returned to their military lives.

A soldier’s time is not his own, and both had already submitted their marriage applications. The parents decided that they would marry once the applications were approved.

Today was another day for Chu Jin’s pregnancy check-up.

This time, Mo Zhixuan accompanied her.

Prenatal checkups were somewhat troublesome, as one couldn’t eat in the morning and had to hold their urine for the test.

At the moment, Chu Jin was already on her second bottle of mineral water, yet she still didn’t feel the urge to go.

"Mo Zhixuan, accompany me for a walk please," Chu Jin set aside the mineral water and looked at Mo Zhixuan.

"Sure," Mo Zhixuan immediately supported Chu Jin’s arm.

Since she was having twins, Chu Jin’s belly was growing bigger by the day. However, except for her belly and chest, she didn’t see much change elsewhere; her limbs remained slender.

The other expectant mothers who came for their maternity leave all had some freckles and such on their faces, but Chu Jin’s face remained as white as a peeled egg.

"Mom, how many months are you? What skincare products do you use? Your skin is really good!" A pregnant mom with a noticeably large belly, looking to be about seven or eight months along, approached them.

She looked at Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan, feeling that they were very familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before, yet she just couldn’t remember where.

There are always some topics to talk about between expectant mothers.

Chu Jin was even pulled by an enthusiastic expectant mother into a moms’ group.

There, the pregnant moms often gathered together to chat about fetal movements, second children, mothers-in-law, and to complain about their husbands.

Chu Jin smiled slightly, "I’m five months along, how about you?"

The pregnant mom expressed her surprise, "Just five months and your belly is that big? I’m seven months now, and I look about the same as you. You’re not expecting twins, are you?"

Chu Jin nodded gently, her eyes filled with a warm smile, "You’re right, they are twins."

Ever since getting pregnant, Chu Jin felt that her mindset had undergone significant changes.

"Wow, really?" the pregnant mom said enviously, "Do you know the sex of the babies yet? I wish I could have twins too!"

Mo Zhixuan stood to the side, silently snickering to himself, "Ordinary people can’t match his high level of skill." He really thought twins could be conceived just by wishing for it?

Chu Jin laughed softly, her response ambiguous, "It’s said that they could make up a ’good’ word, but I haven’t confirmed the specifics."

Seeing that Chu Jin was easy to talk to, the pregnant mom pulled her aside and whispered, "Is that your husband over there?"

"Yes," Chu Jin nodded slightly.

"He’s quite handsome, and he seems to treat you very well. Did you guys have a shotgun wedding?" the pregnant mom continued to inquire, as married women, when gathered, either gossiped or turned up the heat.

This pregnant mom, seeing the honeyed way Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin interacted, knew they must be newlyweds and the kind that had a shotgun wedding.

If they were an old married couple, they couldn’t possibly have such good feelings for each other!

All the crows under heaven are black; the same goes for men.

"It’s not a shotgun wedding," Chu Jin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "We knew each other for many years before deciding to get married."

From the secular world to now, she and Mo Zhixuan had known each other for over six years, almost seven.

But their feelings for each other had always remained constant.

"Sigh," the pregnant mom let out a breath, expressing her envy, "Your husband is really good to you! Not like that deadbeat of mine, went to the restroom once and hasn’t come back yet! Who knows where on earth he wandered off to!"

Chu Jin smiled faintly.

The pregnant mom continued, "By the way, have you picked good names for your babies? You’re having twins, so you have to choose good names!"

Chu Jin smiled and shook her head, "Not yet. We were too lazy to handle it, so we just left it to the elders in the family."

Upon hearing this, the pregnant mother looked at Chu Jin, and continued, "Let me tell you, naming is a big deal, it’s tied to the child’s fate for life! My firstborn, a boy, was named Huai Jin by his father, and this little one here, I had a check-up, and the doctor says it’s a girl, so her dad said just call her Wo Yu. What do you think of the name?"

Chu Jin nodded slightly, "Huai Jin and Wo Yu, both Jin and Yu imply a beautiful jade, it’s a nice name."

"Right?" the pregnant mother said with a smile, "I also think it’s a really good name."

Chu Jin also smiled faintly.

Chatting with the pregnant mother was quite a pleasant feeling.

"By the way, are you planning on breastfeeding or using formula for your baby?" the pregnant mother asked next.

Chu Jin replied lightly, "It will mainly be breastfeeding."

"Breast milk is good, it doesn’t have additives, it’s healthy. My firstborn was breastfed," the pregnant mother continued, "So are your twins going to be delivered by C-section or naturally?"

"Well," Chu Jin pondered for a moment, then said, "If the fetal position is correct by that time, I’ll still choose natural birth."

"Oh let me tell you, natural birth is better. I chose a C-section for my first child, and I was in so much pain I couldn’t get out of bed for a week. The woman in the next bed had a natural birth, and she was discharged in less than a day!"

Chu Jin smiled and nodded.

"By the way, do you have a mother-in-law? Is she good to you? Let me tell you, when I was doing my postpartum confinement, my mother-in-law didn’t even come to see me once! It’s as if I didn’t exist at all! That’s too much! But thankfully, my mother was there, she was so good to me..."

The relationship between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law has always been a fraught one.

Fortunately, Chu Jin hadn’t encountered such problems.

Lady Mo treated her like her own daughter, and since her pregnancy, she wished she could feed her herself...

The pregnant mother went from talking about her mother-in-law to her sister-in-law, "My relationship with my sister-in-law is not bad, we often go shopping together. Do you have a sister-in-law?"

"..."

The topics of similar nature just kept increasing.

The pregnant mother was really talkative, and Chu Jin was a bit overwhelmed.

She was not a very talkative person to begin with.

Just then a nurse called a name, and the previously incessant pregnant mother immediately raised her hand, "Here, here, that’s me." She then turned to Chu Jin, "Sorry, I’m going in now, we can chat another time when we’re free."

"Sure." Chu Jin smiled politely, then stood up and walked over to Mo Zhixuan, exhaling deeply.

Mo Zhixuan handed her a bottle of mineral water, "Do you want to drink some more?"

Chu Jin shook her head, "No more, let’s walk around a bit."

"Alright." Mo Zhixuan took Chu Jin’s hand, and the two of them strolled back and forth in the maternity ward’s corridor, just like any ordinary couple.

Almost the entire corridor was filled with husbands accompanying their wives to prenatal check-ups.

At the other end of the hallway, a pregnant mother who seemed to be close to giving birth was in so much pain that her face was tightly scrunched up, and her husband was frantically pacing around, grabbing a nurse and saying, "Nurse, my wife can’t stand the pain anymore, when can she enter the delivery room?"

Husbands seeing their wives in such a state wished they could bear the child for them.

The nurse glanced over the chart in her hand and then looked up, "You are Ms. Hu Fang’s relative, right? Her cervix has only dilated one centimeter. She should walk around more, then eat something to replenish her energy. That would help with the delivery. If she really can’t endure it, she also has the option of a C-section."

The pain of childbirth varies from person to person, some suffering so much they want to jump off a building, but some feel hardly anything at all.

"Cesarean section, I choose cesarean section!" Hu Fang gripped the nurse’s hand tightly, her eyes brimming with pleading. She couldn’t stand the pain anymore.

Nobody could almost understand this kind of tearing pain.

Her husband was just about to nod his head when a middle-aged woman burst out of the elevator. "Miss nurse, don’t listen to her nonsense. We choose natural birth!"

This middle-aged woman was the pregnant woman’s mother-in-law.

The husband by her side was obviously indecisive, "Listen to my mom, just listen to my mom. She’s the experienced one, she knows better."

"But I’m really in so much pain." Hu Fang clutched her husband’s hand tightly, "Let me have a cesarean?"

"What cesarean!" The middle-aged woman frowned and said harshly, "Giving birth is something every woman must go through. I did it the same way back then. Other people can have natural births, are you so delicate? Miss nurse, don’t listen to her nonsense. Just go, I am her mother-in-law, I can make the decision."

"Right, right, right," the husband nodded incessantly, "Listen to my mom."

The nurse, looking troubled, glanced at the mother and son before finally turning to Hu Fang. "Since the family does not agree, we cannot forcibly perform the surgery. Just hang in there for a while longer, and call me if you really can’t bear it." The nurse sighed softly, sympathy flickering in her eyes. She patted Hu Fang’s hand and then turned to leave.

The older generation doesn’t like cesarean sections, and it’s not because of the money.

They believe that cesarean delivery is not good for the child.

Children born through cesarean section are believed to be physically and mentally inferior to those born naturally.

The old mentality is, as long as the child is fine, what’s a little sacrifice from the adults?

Hu Fang was in so much pain that she couldn’t even breathe. She clutched the middle-aged woman’s hand tightly and begged, "Mom, please, let me have a cesarean! I really can’t take the pain anymore!"

The middle-aged woman sighed, "How come young people these days are so delicate? They can’t bear this little pain! How are you going to be a qualified mother later on? Haven’t you heard? Children from cesarean births have weaker immunity than those from natural births. At times like these, you can’t just think about yourself, you have to consider the child too! Women are inherently weak, but when she becomes a mother, she must be strong! Look around, you’re not the only pregnant woman here!"

In fact, the mother-in-law was also considering the welfare of the child.

Or it could be said that, in her eyes now, there was only her grandson.

"Mom’s right. Just bear it a bit longer. Maybe the baby will be born soon. I’ll walk with you," her husband said, taking Hu Fang by the hand and leading her forward.

A woman, perhaps only at times like this, can realize whether she’s married to a man or a ghost.

Desperation filled Hu Fang’s eyes. Never before had she felt as desperate as she did at this moment. Waves of pain, like sharp knives carving her flesh, swept over her again. It felt as though her entire stomach had exploded, and even taking a single breath was a luxury.

"I’m really in pain. Let me have a cesarean section or I’m going to die." Hu Fang clutched her husband’s hand tightly, desperately pleading.

But the husband was a mama’s boy without a firm standpoint. He looked toward his mother, "Mom, should we just let Little Fang have a cesarean section?"

"No way! I absolutely disagree! This pain is nothing," the middle-aged woman’s expression was very determined as she continued, "Think about when I gave birth to you. I endured pain for a whole 24 hours. She hasn’t even been in labor for 7 hours and she can’t bear it? It’s as if no one else has ever had a child! She’s really overreacting!"

In the eyes of the middle-aged woman, Hu Fang was making a big fuss over nothing.

Claiming pregnancy as an excuse to be demanding.

Hearing his mother speak this way, the young man looked at Hu Fang with impatience, "Enough! Just bear with it! Didn’t you hear what mother said? When she gave birth to me, she was in pain for 24 hours!"

"But I really can’t bear it!" Hu Fang looked at her husband, pale-faced. She was truly in pain, in so much pain that she felt she was dying.

Why did everyone think she was pretending? Whining without being sick?

"Enough already!" the middle-aged woman glanced at Hu Fang, "What’s unbearable about such a little pain? It’s not like anybody ever died from childbirth pain! Before cesarean deliveries were available did everyone not survive? Everybody got through it this way, and you don’t seem more delicate than anyone else!"

The mother-in-law spoke coldly and dismissively.

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