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"What's wrong?" Chen Qianmo embraced her from behind, taking in the delicate fragrance emanating from her soft body.
Yan Qingruo said softly, "The elders want a child so badly... yet I absolutely do not want Qin Qiaoling to carry our child."
"That's not selfish. It's our child, and we have the right to make choices and decisions." Chen Qianmo spoke softly, "I am on your side."
"The child that died tonight in Qin Qiaoling's womb... It was our child..." As she thought about this, Yan Qingruo still felt an indescribable sadness.
Actually, if they had agreed on it in advance and the surrogate mother was reliable, perhaps Yan Qingruo would have indeed accepted such an arrangement.
But she disliked Qin Qiaoling's character from the start, and the fact that her grandparents did it behind her back, that's why her reaction was so strong.
Now that Qin Qiaoling had died, Yan Qingruo, on the contrary, felt somewhat in debt.