Chapter 1191 Ji Xing, Carry Me
Song Yiyan had a soft and warm bolster like Xiaoqi, so she slept soundly. This was the first time she had the thought of having a child in her arms every day.
Rong Yin and Jiang Zhe rushed over before dawn. As they were panicking, they distracted themselves by making breakfast for the people who had not woken up. "Uncle, don’t worry. If I’m not 100% sure, I won’t do anything rash," Song Yiyan said as she looked at the worried uncle.
Rong Yin did not believe that she had full confidence. Even the best medical sage in the world would not dare to say they have 100% confidence either. The more she said that, the more flustered he became.
Compared to the others who were nervous, Song Yiyan, who was about to go into battle, was the calmest. After eating and drinking her fill, she smiled at the group of people behind her and nodded slightly. "Everyone, don’t worry. I’ll return a healthy second uncle to you after an hour."
"Sorry to trouble you." Rong Yin looked at the girl in front of him gratefully, Sheng Sheng had said that she could do it. If you doubt someone, don’t use them. He believed in her too.
"It’s no trouble." It was impossible for Song Yiyan not to be nervous.
However, her personality did not allow her to show the slightest bit of weakness. She still had a lazy look on her face as she confidently turned around and entered the room.
Rong Yin and the others watched as Song Yiyan walked in, their real worry had only just begun. All of them looked nervously at the door, feeling restless.
Ji Xing leaned against the left side of the door, his eyes deep as ink. He listened carefully to the movements inside, and his heart clenched.
Other than him, the people in the living room were all worried about Yan Yuanfei. What he was most worried about was the shameless woman in the room who always angered him.
She looked indifferent yet confident, but she was just trying to cheer herself on.
Actually, that woman did not have such a fearless spirit and didn’t recognize how important Ling Sheng was to her. That was why a timid and selfish person like her was willing to take such a huge risk to save someone else.
Ling Sheng squatted on the right side of the door, together with Ji Xing they were like guardians. She was holding a script in her hand and could not flip a page for a long time. Her mind was not on it at all.
Wen Ruoshui, who was a Buddhist, knelt on the praying mat with her palms pressed together and prayed silently. Nangong Lengyu and Su Xiyin knelt beside her and prayed together.
Xiaoqi took a seat cushion in all seriousness and knelt behind them like a little tail. He looked so adorable.
Huo Ci and the rest did not believe in God. They stood and sat, glancing at the direction of the bedroom door from time to time as their hearts tensed up. Time ticked by, the air was silent.
Just then, the door creaked open from the inside.
Song Yiyan’s face was a little pale, but she was still in high spirits. Her eyes were especially bright, shining with joy. She looked at the crowd and said in a trembling voice, "It worked."
Ling Sheng rushed over and hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you."
Pain flashed across Song Yiyan’s face, and the pain in her heart made her feel suffocated. After being hugged by someone, she couldn’t control herself and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Her voice was normal as she pushed her away. "Let go. I don’t like women. I don’t need you to marry me."
Rong Yin and the others also heaved a sigh of relief. They looked at the girl in front of them with grateful expressions. Before they could even thank her, she interrupted them.
"Uncles, you don’t have to be so polite with me. Sheng Sheng’s problem is my problem. Sheng Sheng’s second uncle is also my second uncle. It’s what I should do." Song Yiyan smiled and patted her chest. "But you’ll be right if you believe me. Second Uncle will wake up soon. Go and see him!"
"That’s true." Rong Yin looked at her gratefully. "But I still have to thank you on behalf of everyone."
Jiang Zhe said, "Yanyan, from now on, you’re our niece, just like Sheng Sheng. If you have any difficulties, don’t stand on ceremony. Tell your uncles."
Lu Yubai said, "As long as I can help, I will do anything to help."
Song Yiyan felt a little embarrassed and quickly said, "I’m just doing my best. I didn’t help much. Uncle, don’t be so polite."
"Yanyan, remember what they said. Don’t stand on ceremony with them." Nangong Lengyu held her hand gratefully. She finally heaved a sigh of relief and smiled relaxedly. "If you need anything in the future, feel free to look for them."
Song Yiyan nodded. Since no one treated her as an outsider, it would be too pretentious of her to be polite. "Got it. I won’t stand on ceremony with them then."
At the side, Ling Sheng secretly gave her a thumbs up. This time, she did not have to worry about not being able to survive without the Song family. However, with her personality, even if she was in trouble, she would not beg anyone unless she had no other choice.
Song Yiyan said that Yan Yuanfei was fine and would slowly recover. She had to go to the set to rush her schedule, so she left first. She will come back tonight.
It was not appropriate for Huo Ci and the rest to keep her. They had already troubled her for so long, so they let her go. They sent her to the door and watched her enter the elevator.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Song Yiyan’s face turned as pale as a sheet. After a painful cough, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth as blood seeped through her fingers.
Ji Xing’s eyes darkened and he subconsciously held the woman’s waist, letting her lean on his shoulder. As he listened to her suppressed and painful coughs, he could clearly feel the clothes on his shoulder getting wet. The hot and moist temperature and the salty smell made his heart ache.
"Ji Xing, carry me." Song Yiyan hooked her arms around the man’s neck and buried her head in his shoulder. Blood kept gushing out of her wound.
She knew that she could not hold on any longer.
However, what they were about to face next was an even crueler truth, a tougher tribulation.
Ji Xing’s heart ached as he twitched. It was as if someone was using a blunt knife to cut his flesh. He carried the woman by the waist and walked out of the elevator step by step.
He had always known that this woman had always been stubborn and soft-hearted towards the people she cared about. However, he did not expect her to do this for her friend, she did not even care about her own life.
Was defying the heavens and changing fate something that ordinary people could do? Was it something that just anyone dared to do? To monks and nuns, defying the heavens would result in a backlash, and lightning would strike them from the heavens.