Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 118 - Miscarriage

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Miscarriage

Chapter 118 -118: Miscarriage

The other colleagues, upon hearing Lin Zhiyi mention it briefly, were also very curious about Song Wanqiu’s illness.

“Right, Miss Song, what sickness do you have?”

Wanqiu’s eyes panicked for a moment, but she quickly composed herself and smiled faintly.

“Just a small cold. Third Young Master is making too much of a fuss, afraid that something will happen to me, so he’s been by my side all this time.”

Always by her side?

Lin Zhiyi chuckled lightly.

Song Wanqiu’s smile stiffened, and she frowned, saying, “Lin Zhiyi, what are you laughing at?”

What am I laughing at?

Of course, it’s because she’s lying through her teeth.

Gong Chen was still being punished at home yesterday. How could he have been by her side all the time?

But from her expression, she clearly didn’t know about Gong Chen getting injured.

Gong Chen loves her so much, why didn’t he tell her?

Maybe… he was afraid she would worry.

How ironic.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to get entangled with her and dismissed her effort: “I’m glad for your blissful love.”

Song Wanqiu gritted her teeth, but what came out was a clichéd, old-fashioned tone.

“Zhiyi, are you upset? It’s my fault. I shouldn’t always share how good Third Young Master is to me. Don’t be mad. I’ll buy everyone a drink.”

A drink?

Lin Zhiyi pondered for a few seconds, mimicking her tone, “Well, thank you for your generosity, Miss Song. There’s a new coffee shop across the street. Their molten sand Americano is a specialty. How about we all try it?”

Hearing “Americano,” the hand Song Wanqiu had been holding trembled noticeably.

Before she could speak, other colleagues chimed in,

“I’ve been wanting to try it. I even added the store manager on WeChat. If we need to order, I can contact her now. What do you say, Miss Song?”

With no way out, Wanqiu could only nod and agree.

Half an hour later, a coffee shop employee knocked on the door with a bag in hand.

Out of courtesy, a colleague handed the first cup of coffee to Song Wanqiu.

“Miss Song, try this first. The coffee beans here aren’t bad.”

Wanqiu stared at the coffee filled with ice cubes. Her breathing staggered, daring only to sip a little.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyi intentionally said, “Miss Song, doesn’t it taste good? Or did everyone choose poorly? This small shop’s beans certainly can’t compare to the air-freighted ones you have at home, but you should have mentioned your disdain earlier. It’s not like we insisted on you treating us.”

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Everyone frowned at Song Wanqiu.

Song Wanqiu’s public image was that of a down-to-earth person, and with this persona, she had won the affection of countless netizens.

In her previous life, she had used online public opinion to frame Lin Zhiyi many times.

Now, it was just tit for tat.

Song Wanqiu didn’t want to lose public favor, so she picked up the coffee and began drinking it in big gulps.

She drank half a cup in one breath and even started to critically review it earnestly, “It’s very tasty.”

Lin Zhiyi hid her smile behind her coffee cup, guessing that Song Wanqiu probably had no time to even taste what the coffee was like before gulping it down.

Let’s see if she could handle it.

Within an hour, Song’s complexion couldn’t even be covered with foundation and blush anymore; several times, she bit her lip and toughed it out.

It looked like she really did have an abortion, but it seemed it wasn’t going smoothly.

Moments later, unable to bear it any longer, Song Wanqiu left while the others were looking down at their work.

Lin Zhiyi followed closely behind.

She had to find out why Song Wanqiu didn’t want this child. Perhaps this information could protect her in the future.

Song Wanqiu went to the storage room in the corner of the studio.

It was filled with props needed for studio activities, which were usually untouched.

Lin Zhiyi stopped outside the door and heard the murmuring from inside the room, along with the beep-beep sound of a phone.

Perhaps it was too quiet, but she could even overhear the conversation on the other end of the phone.

“Miss Song.”

It was the doctor who had prescribed the abortion pills for Song Wanqiu.

“Why does it hurt so much after taking the medicine?”

“Miss Song, a medical abortion is the most covert method. If it were a surgical abortion, there would definitely be a record, but a medical abortion indeed hurts more, so you should rest.”

“But I’m still bleeding a lot, and it hurts from time to time, and I have no strength at all,” Song Wanqiu said weakly.

The doctor explained, “Miss Song, a medical abortion usually takes three to four days. You can wait a bit more. If it’s still the same after four days, then come to the hospital.”

“Useless, I gave you so much money, and you can’t even handle this? Do I have to keep suffering like this?” Song Wanqiu said through gritted teeth.

“Miss Song, there’s nothing we can do. The hospitals are all interconnected now. You could claim a relative picked up the medicine, but if you were to go on the operating table, they would definitely confirm if it’s really you. If you went to a small clinic, we also can’t guarantee safety.”

Now, in the age of the internet and with Song Wanqiu being a public figure, if she went for a surgical abortion, the whole internet would know within a day.

Song Wanqiu, furious, almost smashed her phone and could only curl up in a corner suffering.

Lin Zhiyi stood outside thoughtfully, wondering why Song Wanqiu was so afraid of people finding out about the child.

Could it be she had guessed correctly?