The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 687 Prosperity
"No," he retorted quickly, "I will never marry you in my life."

"..."

He laughed again, "You are so easy to deceive."

"You..." I couldn't help but rolled my eyes, "I don't think I can hear you speak seriously before I die."

He turned serious: "I think it's better to talk about this topic after you give birth, because it's a bit long."

"Are you trying to come up with a good excuse while I'm having a baby?" I said, "You might as well just stop talking about it."

"No," he showed irritability, "do you have to think of me like this?"

"Then you tell me now." I was very angry: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You kept this matter behind the scenes and went on blind dates all day long. I couldn't stop thinking in that direction. If that's the case, There is no need to hide it, the custody is definitely mine."

He looked into my eyes but didn't speak.

Although the pain is not too much for the time being, the contractions are uncomfortable after all, which makes me impatient and can't help urging: "Hey, say something!"

"I think you'll think I'm naive if you tell me." He frowned slightly, and his tense face showed awkwardness.

"What are you afraid of? You are a very naive person."

He gave me a blank look.

"Quickly say, I don't want to rush anymore. If you can't give a reasonable explanation, then I won't let you go in to accompany the delivery, and I won't let you see your son after the birth."

He was not afraid at all: "then I will sue you."

"Then I will sue you for illegal imprisonment." I said.

"Go." He stopped hesitating after the quarrel, "I will be investigated even if Nian Nian goes in, and you will have to pay to get me out in the end."

I laughed angrily, "You have a thick skin."

He also laughed.

The atmosphere thus relaxed.

Until he slowly suppressed his smile, "Lingling."

"Ok?"

"Since you insist on wanting to know, it's fine if I say it. I declare in advance that I know it's naive." His tone was rare and serious but not cold, "You mustn't be angry."

"Can I scold you then?"

"Okay." He said, "It's okay to beat, but don't be angry, I'm afraid you'll have a difficult delivery."

"Tell me quickly," I said, "I'm really going to have a difficult labor if it's delayed for a while."

Only then did he say, "I want to wait until you agree to remarry before I tell you."

I didn't say a word, because his words had already started to make me unhappy.

Sure enough, he said next: "I know it's wrong to think this way, but I hope you come back only because you still love me so much, and..." He hesitated like a shy child: "No reason Nothing to do."

I said, "That reason sounds far-fetched."

He showed a helpless face: "You would rather believe that I want to lie to you to give me a child and then remarry?"

"Yes," I said, "I think it's more believable that way."

"You really think highly of yourself," he was very dissatisfied, and gave me a hard look: "You are no longer qualified to be a reproductive machine."

I said, "Damn it, Sheng Mengmeng is already married and has a child, so you can find someone else who is prettier than me!"

He laughed immediately, "You're really thick-skinned."

"I really can't believe what you said," I said, "It's really naive."

"But that's what I think," he said again, "I said that last time, you lost your temper with me, so I wanted to wait until after you gave birth...you don't love me that much, I don't want you Come back for another reason."

I understood what he meant, "You think that I have to choose to accept the bad you again. You don't think you should be obliged to get better and get back with me."

"You can interpret it this way." He said: "Maybe it's not right, but I can't tell you that my illness is cured, my temper is also cured, and my wealth and status are better than before... I can't say that, I don't want you to see this. Of course I will treat you well when you come back, but I don't want to use these as bargaining chips. Many women say they love me, and they love me not for me, but for these. I There is a very bad side and I hope you never leave me because of that."

I said, "I still feel naive when you explain it like this."

"I said it was very naive." He smiled wryly, and said, "I know this kind of thinking is not only naive, but also very selfish."

"It's not that kind of thinking that is selfish," I poked through mercilessly, "You're all selfish."

He was silent again, but his eyes were still on me.

I also looked at him and said, "You still don't want to apologize to me?"

It took him a long time to open his mouth: "I..."

"Forget it, don't say it first." Judging by his posture, he doesn't intend to apologize. I have to thank the painless childbirth technology that allows us to talk about this at such a critical moment, and at this time, Fan Yin couldn't shake his face, let alone get angry, and I could at most use my words, even if the conversation broke down, I couldn't rush away: "The reason why I scolded you that day was because I thought you were ridiculous. You always mock me Me, laugh at me for being stupid, but then I stopped being stupid, and you were afraid again. After all, you are a paper tiger at all, and you don’t have the mind to accept being out of control. You know that it is impossible for me to go back to my father’s side, and in the end No matter what you choose, the only possibility is to remarry you. I just want you to apologize sincerely, even if you act it out for me, so that you can finally explain this matter. But you refuse, you just want to Let me bow my head and give in, and stick to me until now. You are so naive at such an age, no wonder you are too embarrassed to say it yourself."

He remained silent.

In fact, I know he is not unaware of this, and he told my father about my illness afterwards, probably to make up for it, but I hate this, I have to hear him bow his head and admit his mistake.

He smiled and said: "You're right, I'm afraid of losing control. But I don't think you can only remarry me. I could count whatever you did before, but not these few years. You have changed a lot, indeed It's completely out of my control, you can leave me at any time, I can't adapt."

I glared at him: "So you destroy it."

"Yes," he admitted very simply: "I have no other choice."

"..."

"It's embarrassing to admit this, but..." His tone became entangled again: "You have been lukewarm to me all these years, playing tricks on me more than the sincerity of getting back together. Whenever I ignite hope, I feel that you still love me When I was with you, you would always pour me a basin of cold water."

I don't want to explain, because the anesthetic is really useless, the frequency of contractions has become more intensive, and I have started to have a little pain, but this pain is like severe dysmenorrhea, and it is still bearable.

My ability to endure pain is relatively strong, so he didn't notice it, and said to himself: "But just now when I saw you in such pain, I suddenly realized that I was too naive. I could have had this child, but I didn't have this child so early. I found out that I don’t have to let you suffer, all this is because of my childish psychology. I know you are a stubborn person, I have thought about it before, just as you stubbornly stay by my side, if you decide to leave I, will definitely not come back. It was always my fault before, I thought you were just playing with me, wasting my time, and didn't realize that you actually came back to me." He took my hand and said: "Sorry, Lingling."

His conversation turned a little too fast, and I didn't get used to it: "Huh?"

He looked at him, his eyes were a little red, "I'm sorry," the expression was sincere, "I always knew that your request was not too much, I should give you time to think about it, and respect your thoughts. In fact, you You just came back to me, you just want to change the way we get along, I don't know it."

When he finished, the contractions temporarily passed, and I was able to say, "You really think so?"

He didn't answer, but asked anxiously, "Is it hurting again?"

"Don't worry about it," I said, "answer my words first."

"I really think so." It was rare for him to answer me so positively.

I said, "It's rare for you to think so."

He asked, "Is it hurting again? I'll call the doctor."

"It's okay, the uterine contraction is very frequent now, and it may be about to start." I said, "Compared with last time, the anesthetic effect seems to be better this time."

Even though I said that, he still frowned, looking very nervous.

I couldn't help asking: "You..." It started again, which made it difficult for me to speak, "You don't have to be so nervous, weren't you present when Sheng Yinyin was there?"

"At that time you were young, and Yinyin was small," he said worriedly, holding my hand tightly, "Now you are old, and the child is so big."

I was a little dissatisfied: "I'm not as old as you said."

"Anyway, I'm worried." He touched my forehead and said, "It hurts, right? You've been sweating."

I couldn't help laughing, "You are suddenly so gentle..." It hurts, "I'm really not used to it."

"I'm going to call the doctor."

When the doctor came, he said that he had opened the seventh finger. I secretly rejoiced that I was lucky, but after 10 minutes at most, the severe pain came in waves.There was almost no interval between the final labor pains, I just felt dizzy, as if a sledgehammer was smashing my waist crazily, presumably the ancient waist cut was nothing more than this.

Sometimes I could hear the sound of many voices, and sometimes the doctor's voice. Later, the pain subsided, and I was carried to the delivery bed.

Giving birth is not very painful, but because the child is too big, it took a long time to give birth, so long that I almost despaired.

With a cry, I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the delivery bed, feeling my body was hollowed out.Because of the excessive force, my eyes were a little blurred. I watched the doctor clamp the umbilical cord, then handed the scissors to Fanyin. After he cut it, he put the baby on my chest.

The newborn baby was ugly, covered with dirty-looking vernix and thick hair.His eyes were still closed when he was released, and Fanyin reached out to touch his small forehead, but before he touched it, he had already opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)