"Even if I'm melting with tenderness for you inside, even if I wish to pull you out of my phone and fiercely hold you, my tone remains harsh: 'Why would I want a woman who can't give me children? Were you expecting me to like it?'"
"Chenxing, I'm asking you for the last time, will you bear a child for me?"
His words, sharp as slaps, hit her square on her face.
Chenxing was furious, feeling as though she'd been submerged in a sea of sorrow. She retorted through her telephone, yelling, "I won't! I just won't!"
Then with a snap, she hung up the phone.
She burrowed her face into her pillow and began to sob.
He's such a jerk. He really doesn't like me anymore, does he? Is he done with me?
I won't bear a child! I'm not going to give you my baby as some bargaining chip!
If you want a child so badly, ask someone else! Don't even dream of taking my child away from me!
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!