4

After leaving the hospital, I called Yang Jing several times in a row.

All the calls showed that the line was busy.

I thought, maybe Yang Jing was still on the plane and had set it to flight mode or turned it off.

The person at the hospital, it must have been a mistake on my part.

Li Qing maybe…

I hugged my knees, sitting on the ground.

No matter how I deceive myself, I can't rationalize the second sentence I heard there.

My name is Zhao Lulu, and the only person I was preparing for pregnancy with was Yang Jing!

So, with one sentence, Li Qing called Yang Jing over.

Similarly, marrying me, preparing for pregnancy with me, Yang Jing was also doing it to prepare for Li Qing's child!

My unborn child and I have become tools!

I don't know how long I stayed there, but when I came to my senses, it was already dark outside.

Several calls had come to my phone too, all from Yang Jing.

But the one I opened was still Li Qing's Douyin account.

There was a photo of a hand posted, with a caption.

[I have my peerless hero, whenever I face difficulties, he will come stepping on auspicious clouds to help me.]

My heart sank to the bottom.

Yang Jing kept insisting that this child was born against his will, yet what I was seeing was his affection for the child.

I opened the contacts and dialed Yang Jing's number once more.

A gentle voice came from the other end.

[Lulu, what's wrong? Why didn't you answer the phone earlier, are you okay?]

I tried to muster a smile, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

[Have you gotten off the plane? I want to see how the hotel you're staying at is.]

Yang Jing chuckled softly, with some colleagues' teasing voices in the background.

[I'm having dinner with colleagues now, I'll return to the hotel soon, let's talk then, okay?]

I agreed and hung up the phone, stroking my stomach and pondering whether or not to keep this child.