Chapter 56: The Strange Pregnancy (2 / 2)

"Let's get in the car first. You can tell me everything on the way," I said.

"Dabao... can you not treat me like this?" Zhao Na's voice trembled as she continued, "I was wrong. I was immature before. These past few days at home, I've thought a lot. In this world, you're the only one who's truly been good to me. I didn't know how to cherish it. Can we start over?"

Start over?

It sounds easy. But doing it… that's another story entirely.

Let's not even talk about emotions. Just objectively, Zhao Na had beauty and wealth — ever since she inherited her family's fortune, her net worth had skyrocketed into the tens of millions. But in my view, when you know something is wrong, and still insist on going through with it, it will only leave wounds all over your body.

I sighed. "Let's just get in the car. We'll talk about 'us' later."

She stepped forward to hold my hand, but I instinctively pulled away.

Whether man or woman — if you don't intend to walk a path to the end with someone, don't get involved ambiguously. Otherwise, you're not just wasting your own youth, you're creating heartache for both of you.

As the old saying goes:

"Indulgence ruins ambition; toying with people ruins virtue."

After I made my stance clear, the emotional closeness between us faded.

We got in the car and headed to Zhao Na's place. On the way, she gave me a detailed account of what had happened — even handing me a B-scan image.

According to her, after I left that day, she felt terribly guilty. She stayed home the entire time, turned off her phone, and avoided going out. The fear of the ghost child I had mentioned had gotten to her. She lay low for over twenty days — and during that time, nothing strange occurred.

Until last week.

A college roommate of hers was having a birthday party. Feeling suffocated from staying home for so long, she decided to attend to relieve some pressure. She emphasized that it was just a quiet western-style dinner — no alcohol, no clubbing, nothing wild.

But that very night, the nightmares began.

In her dreams, a bloody infant spoke in a grown voice, cursing her for killing him, demanding that she pay with her life. He cried about how he had finally reincarnated, and hadn't even had a taste of mother's milk before dying.

Then in the dream, he ripped open Zhao Na's shirt and began sucking at her breast.

And strangely — milk actually came out.

When she woke up, most of her pajama top was soaked.

I glanced at the ultrasound. It showed a blurred shadow in the uterus. The doctor's note said:

"Suspected uterine cancer."

Zhao Na sobbed, "I just had a full checkup not long ago. I was in perfect health! How could I suddenly have cancer? Dabao, you have to save me…"

"Don't worry. I'll do my best," I said. "But ghost fetus hauntings are notoriously tricky. Even the underworld avoids them — let alone us mortals. Everything has its fate. You broke his path of reincarnation, so of course he came back for you. If I'm right… you're not the first woman he's done this to."

"Then what should I do?" Zhao Na pulled the car to the side of the road, clutching my arm with tears streaming down her face. "I know you'll save me… won't you? Every night when it gets dark, the milk comes again. I'm so scared."

While I was mentally calculating what needed to be done, a traffic police vehicle pulled up beside us. An officer knocked on the window.

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," Zhao Na quickly wiped her tears.

The officer looked stern. "This is a fast lane. If you've got problems, take them home. Don't block traffic. This is just a warning — next time, your car gets towed."

"I'm sorry! Really sorry. We're leaving right now," I replied and urged Zhao Na to drive.

We arrived at her place not long after. As soon as we stepped inside, I immediately felt a chill.

There was no life in the room.

Dear readers, if you've ever returned to a home that's been empty for a long time, you'll know the feeling — a cold, eerie air clings to the place, even if the heating is working perfectly. That's the absence of human energy, the lack of vitality.