Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Chanel's eyes were blank, and she was dumbfounded. She didn't listen to a word Aunt Li said.

I don't know how long it took, but when she came back to her senses, Aunt Li also left, and the door was locked again, leaving her alone.

Chanel wiped away her tears, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, with a dead silence in her heart.

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The next day, evening.

All the servants of the Su residence gathered in Chanel's bedroom, surrounded and persuaded.

Su Shijie sat on the edge of the bed, holding Chanel's hand, his cheeks were sunken, and he looked exhausted to the extreme.

He kept taking the towels handed over by the servant, and wiped the sweat off Chanel's forehead.

On the big bed, Chanel closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, and her lips were dry and pale.

She had a low fever since last night, and she found it this morning when the servants came to deliver the food.

At that time, I called a doctor, came to show her, prescribed some medicine, and said that the problem was not serious, so Su Shijie went to work.

By the afternoon, however, she was still ill, and, though she remained in a daze, she refused to be fed.

Not even a sip of water!

Every time water or medicine came to her mouth, she kept her jaw closed tightly, but she didn't swallow it when she pried her jaw open.

The water all slid down the corner of her mouth, and she refused to drink a drop, as if she had some kind of determination to die.

Chanel was drowsy, she was in a dream, and the dream was full of scenes of her quarreling with Su Shijie last night.

His voice, as if it had become an echo, kept repeating in her ears, asking:

"Have you been in bed?"

"How many times have you been there?"

"Are you just so desire and dissatisfaction? I can't satisfy you? Or is he very strong? The child is his?"

Chanel shook her head in panic, and argued: "...I don't, I don't...the child is yours..."

"Yes, I just want to force you to death! You'd better die...I really want to strangle you..."

Chanel grabbed the quilt with her hand in a nightmare, and sobbed in a coma:

"You want me to die so much... I will do what you want..."

"Xiner, Xiner." Su Shijie held Chanel's hand, and his heart throbbed fiercely in his chest.

No matter how he called her or talked to her, she seemed unable to hear him.

She kept repeating those few words.

At first, Su Shijie didn't understand what she was talking about. His memory of last night was vague and incomplete.

After being reminded by the servant, he remembered that after drinking last night, he entered Chanel's room...

Thinking of what he did to her, what he said...

Those words were all vented when he lost his mind. He didn't really want to hurt her.

Su Shijie held her hand tightly and kept wet her dry lips with water.

Since she had been on a hunger strike for three days and hadn't eaten anything last night, she suddenly fell ill and refused to drink a drop of water, and her body collapsed immediately.

"The young mistress not only needs to provide for herself, but also the child. The child is very weak now and is in danger of miscarriage at any time. If the young mistress hadn't been in good health, the child would have already..."

The doctor didn't dare to continue, and looked at each other in blank dismay with the other doctors.

"Can't you keep the child?" Su Shijie's voice was hoarse, and his brown eyes gradually turned red.

"If the young mistress continues to be like this and doesn't eat, the child will have a miscarriage. I'm afraid..." He didn't dare to continue.