Chapter 139 Forced Abortion? I Don't Want

I instinctively lay back to ease the impact of the sudden sitting down on my stomach. I covered my stomach and sat up. "Fu Jing, this is your child too!"

Is it mine? Who can be sure?" Fu Jing raised his eyebrows, and the doubt in his eyes shattered my feelings for him in an instant.

I suddenly thought of myself sitting in a coffee shop and boasting to Hai Tang, and my face hurt.

I smiled brightly. "Then kill me. Kill this child together. It's not yours."

"Say it again?!" He raised his index finger and looked down at me.

I raised an eyebrow. "You killed me. Anyway, the child in my stomach is not yours."

Pa, Fu Jing slapped me on the face. My head buzzed and I heard a continuous scream, like the sound of a tape stuck.

"Continue." I slowly spat out two words, "Don't hit me in the face. I can't kill you. If you have the guts, hit me in the stomach. Here it is."

I stood up with my stomach propped up and met his cannibal gaze.

Fu Jing grabbed my hair. I was forced to raise my head, and it hurt like my scalp was torn. He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. "Chen Qing, don't think I care about you. You can challenge my bottom line again and again."

"You care about me? Are you kidding me?" I purposely laughed so loudly that tears were coming out of my eyes.

"Chen Qing!" He pushed harder, and I could hear the sound of my hair being pulled out by the roots.

I gradually stopped laughing. It was really painful. "Aren't you going to kill the child? Just do it now. From now on, I have nothing to do with you. Please stay away from me."

He let go of his hand, and my stiff body fell on the bed.

"Fu Jing, remember, you killed your two children with your own hands. You don't deserve to be a father. I curse you for not being a father for the rest of your life!" I said viciously and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth.

He looked at me for a long time without saying a word.

I know he trusts me, but at this point, we can't even turn our heads back. In fact, this is good. He should have married Hai Tang and been his Fu Boss, and I shouldn't have appeared in front of him at all.

I slowly climbed into bed, pulled off the quilt and lay down inside. It was already summer, and the air conditioning was turned on in the room. Even at this temperature, it was hot under the quilt, but I didn't feel hot. I just felt cold. It was bone-chilling cold.

I don't remember how long I've been curled up like this. This position can protect my stomach and make me feel safe.

Time flowed slowly. I slowly fell asleep and had a strange dream about my old home and my mother. There was a man beside me who was holding my big belly. I wanted to see the man's face, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see him before I woke up.

When I woke up, I immediately touched my tummy. I was relieved to feel the bulging tummy. The child was still there.

I got up to wash up and changed into clean clothes. The sheets were covered in blood. I took out a new one from the closet and was about to change into it when Si Hua Sinian appeared at the door.

"Young madam, let's go."

I curled my lips. "Okay, I'm going to change this big red one. You guys help me."

"Didn't the young madam dislike such dark bedsheets?" Si Hua asked.

I used to like light colors, light gray, pink, sky blue, and I felt very clean and comfortable sleeping on them. Now I like dark colors, big red, dark blue, and even black, as long as it can hide my blood color.

"Suddenly, it looks pretty good." I said with ease.

With Si Hua's help, Sinian put on the four-piece suit for me and sat on the red bed. I had mixed feelings.

I've never been admitted by Fu Jing. I'm not his girlfriend, and I'm not his wife. Why do we feel like we're breaking up, more like we're getting divorced when it comes to parting?

In my hometown, marriage is to be spread out with red sheets and covered with a big red quilt. It is said to be a celebration. Unfortunately, I have never had such an experience.

I lay back in bed, like a prisoner waiting for the death penalty.

After some time, the phone started to ring. I was shocked and felt that the ringtone was strange. I found it in my pocket and realized that it was not my phone, but the one Tan Jie gave me.

The caller id was also Tan Jie.

"It took me so long to answer the phone. What are you doing?" It was a question.

Tan Jie was lucky. I didn't have the strength to argue with him now. "Can I help you?"

"Why are you so listless? Is something wrong? Although I may not be able to help you, I am free now. Tell me." He always had a tugging tone.

I took a deep breath and tried to suppress my temper. "I'm fine."

"Keep your mouth shut. I'll tell you, I'm not always free to listen to you. Just say it while I'm still listening."

"Tan Jie, I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now. Please don't provoke me." I closed my eyes. "I have nothing to do with you. We don't even know each other. Don't pester me. Don't disturb me. I thank you."

"Chen Qing!" He suddenly shouted my name.

This angry roar completely aroused the suppressed anger and resentment in my heart. "What right do you have to call my name? If it weren't for your pestering, I would have been on the news with you? If I don't go to the news with you, I won't have to take my child away. What do you want now? You're an actor, a celebrity, and you're amazing? I'm telling you, get lost with your arrogance."

With that, I threw my phone on the wall.

I was so angry that my chest hurt, and my breathing made my brain lack oxygen, but after smashing the phone, I felt a strange rush of pleasure.

I just got on the bed, and another phone rang. I caressed my chest and pressed Tan Jie's phone down. I pressed one. He called one. After three or four times in a row, I lost control of my power...

"Tan Jie, are you really sick?!" I cursed.

"Just think that I'm cured. Why should I take the child away? I forbid you to take the child away. Where are you now? I'll go find you."

I frowned. "You still think you haven't done enough harm to me? Don't look for me. It's my greatest gift to stay away from me."

"Bullshit! Tell me, where are you? No matter who wants to take your child away, I won't allow it!"

Just as I was about to hang up, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in my heart. Maybe he could help me?

I glanced at the door, pressed his phone down, and sent him a text message. It was the address of my current residence, and told him who the house belonged to, giving him a sense of security.