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All the connections that could be used have been exhausted, yet Li Luo has still vanished without a trace. Every possible place he might have gone, every anticipated location for his return, as well as various means of transportation including airlines, railways, and road transport, have been ruled out with no news of him.
Physically and mentally exhausted, Shen Qingyou returned to Dragon City Garden. Qing Cang was not there; the house was dark and unlit. She simply threw herself onto the sofa.
After returning from the military, Qing Cang saw Shen Qingyou sleeping on the sofa and did not dare to wake her. He ran into the bedroom to grab a wool blanket and covered her with it. His body slightly bent, his long fingers brushed against her weary and thin face from the past few days. A deep sense of heartache surged in his dark eyes. He took off his coat and headed into the kitchen.
Rather than waking up on her own, it was the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen that stirred Shen Qingyou's hunger. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she saw Qing Cang busy in the kitchen, and a strong warmth surged in her heart. She tiptoed up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her head deeply into his neck, greedily inhaling the pleasant scent emanating from him.
"Fool, hurry up and wash your hands to taste my cooking. I guarantee you'll be amazed!"
Rarely did the usually serious Qing Da Shao make a joke. Shen Qingyou walked toward the bathroom but suddenly felt a downward sensation in her abdomen while unbuttoning her pants. It felt as if her period had arrived, with her body expelling impurities. Shen Qingyou calculated the days; it was indeed about time for her period to come. She thought little of it, simply applying a sanitary pad before pulling up her pants, washing her hands, and glancing at her pale reflection in the mirror. She patted her face with her palm, which seemed to add some color.
Exiting the bathroom, she found Qing Cang had already set the table with bowls and chopsticks: Old Duck Soup, scrambled eggs with garlic chives, stir-fried mushrooms with greens, plus a plate of steamed bass—meat and vegetables balanced perfectly. Shen Qingyou's appetite surged. "Honey, I haven't eaten a proper meal while searching for that Li Luo guy!"
"Take your time, slow down!"
Qing Cang's rugged face was filled with deep concern; there seemed to be something he had been holding back for a long time.
"Wife, let it go!"
"Huh?"
Shen Qingyou raised the soup spoon and looked at Qing Cang in confusion. Let go of what?
Qing Cang repeated firmly, "Wife, give up on finding Li Luo. Everyone has their own life to live. The reason he left is that he doesn’t want to stay in this place of sorrow; why not let him go?"
"Qing Cang, what are you talking about?"
Just now, while Shen Qingyou was sternly shouting at Qing Cang, Li Luo felt like her brother. Originally, he was a superstar, used to being adored and pampered by everyone. However, now he was disfigured, had lost everything, and on top of that, he had congenital heart disease. Without anyone by his side, he would die!
“Zhang Shaocong and Meng Li Haoran are looking for you. Why are you just following behind and making a fuss?”
Clearly, he didn’t want her to suffer; clearly, he felt heartache for her. Yet when he spoke, it came out as a reprimanding tone.
Qing Cang's brows furrowed even more tightly, the dark eagle-like eyes reflecting a storm of madness. The warm and cozy atmosphere in the kitchen had completely vanished. Shen Qingyou bit her lip hard, glaring at Qing Cang. Her clear gaze met his gloomy one as she said slowly and deliberately, “Cang, do you think of me as one of your subordinates now?”
“Wife!”
Qing Cang grabbed Shen Qingyou’s hand but she broke free. Standing up, she slowly said to Qing Cang, “I must find Li Luo!”
“Damn it!”
In anger, his large hand swung violently towards the plates on the table. Shen Qingyou, who had taken a few steps away, paused slightly, tears welling in her eyes as she walked into the bedroom.
It was just concern; it was just heartache. Why did it seem to her that it turned into jealousy? Qing Cang buried his hands in his dark hair in frustration. At the same time, a dark voice in his heart screamed madly: Did she care so much about Li Luo? Was Li Luo more important to her than her own husband?
A strong sense of gloom surged over Qing Cang's handsome face. He suddenly stood up and strode towards Shen Qingyou's room.
Even though he was annoyed with Qing Cang, after Shen Qingyou entered the room and calmed down, she felt that she was being too sensitive. After all, they were already married; she couldn't manage the household properly and even cooking was done by Qing Cang, a man used to commanding thousands. She felt a bit uneasy and secretly blamed herself for not being able to control her emotions.
Just when she was thinking about finding an opportunity to have a good talk with Qing Cang, the slightly ajar door was suddenly pushed open, and a sullen-faced Qing Cang walked in.
"Honey, I..."
Just as Shen Qingyou was about to speak, she was suddenly pushed onto the bed by Qing Cang. She seemed to sense what was about to happen and looked at Qing Cang's face, filled with desire, and whispered, "I... I just got my period!"
Qing Cang, who had been somewhat angry, suddenly showed a strange expression on his gloomy face after hearing Shen Qingyou's words. He held back his emotions and finally lay down beside Shen Qingyou, turning her head to bury it in his arm. In a hoarse voice, he said softly, "Wife, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn't have lost my temper."
Her heart instantly melted like soft spring water. Shen Qingyou curled up like a lazy cat in Qing Cang's embrace. In the quiet room, only their alternating breaths could be heard as they slowly drifted into dreams.
"Ring, ring..."
In the middle of the night, the phone rang. It was usually an urgent call from the military for Qing Cang. Shen Qingyou ignored the call and casually turned over, continuing to fall asleep. Qing Cang got up to answer the phone. After connecting, he instinctively glanced at Shen Qingyou and said softly, "I understand. There’s something that needs to be addressed in the morning."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyou, still half-asleep, didn’t even open her eyes and asked casually, "Who called?"
"The military. It's nothing serious; I'll deal with it when I go to work tomorrow."
"Oh!"
Shen Qingyou snuggled back into Qing Cang's arms, completely unaware of any suspicion as she continued to sleep soundly. However, in the darkness, a pair of bright eyes remained wide open until dawn.
The next day, after Qing Cang went to work, Shen Qingyou left for Ma Entertainment Company as usual. The door to Zhang Shaocong's office was tightly closed. Shen Qingyou asked his assistant and learned that someone had called yesterday. With Li Luo's information in hand, Zhang Shaocong hurriedly left with someone else. Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyou was startled; why hadn’t Zhang Shaocong informed her immediately about Li Luo's news?
She took out her phone and called Zhang Shaocong. After a few rings, he answered. His voice sounded extremely tired. The person who had seen Li Luo took them deep into the mountains where they encountered a man who resembled Li Luo very much. They searched all night but only found some of Li Luo's belongings in a cabin; however, he was nowhere to be found!
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyou couldn't calm her heart. She hurriedly went to the roadside to hail a taxi, but when drivers heard it was such a far place, they were unwilling to go. After waiting for a while and feeling anxious, she began to jump up and down in frustration. Due to her urgency and sweating profusely, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. Instinctively curling up and holding her stomach, she thought about how every time her period arrived, she experienced irregular abdominal pain—menstrual cramps weren’t anything serious. Shen Qingyou brushed it off again as her mind was filled with thoughts of Li Luo: alone in the deep mountains; how could he endure such harsh conditions?
After a hard time hailing a taxi, Shen Qingyou quickly got in and headed straight for Zhang Shaocong's location.
In the large office, Qing Cang, dressed in a sharp suit, was listening to a military report from his subordinates. In the past, he would be very focused, absorbing every detail of their work reports. However, today he seemed preoccupied, feeling an intense unease enveloping him, as if something very important was about to be extracted from his body.
"Commander, are you feeling unwell?"
The Chief of Staff, sitting closest to him, was the first to notice something unusual on Qing Cang's face. During a break in the meeting, he asked with concern.
Seeing Qing Cang remain silent, he continued, "Commander, if you're not feeling well, you should go rest. I can handle the meeting for you!"
Qing Cang glanced at the Chief of Staff. Leaving the meeting midway was something he had never done before. However, the feeling of unease constantly disturbed him, making it impossible for him to focus on anything. After some hesitation and contemplation, he stood up with a tense expression and left the conference room. Once in his office, the first thing he did was call Shen Qingyou. At this time, she definitely wouldn't be at home. Qing Cang dialed her mobile phone directly, but the response he received was that the number you dialed is not in service. A look of suspicion crossed his face as he dialed their home phone; no one answered. It was a warm afternoon, and he couldn't help but shiver involuntarily. A bad omen lingered around him. Grabbing the car keys from his desk, he quickly drove away from the base.
Zhang Shaocong's remote location in the mountains was about seventy to eighty kilometers from the city center. By the time Shen Qingyou arrived there, it was already past two in the afternoon. After searching around for a while without finding Zhang Shaocong's place, Shen Qingyou looked at the mountain and made a firm decision to climb it alone.
This was an undeveloped old forest where few people usually went hiking. The winding mountain path was lonely with only Shen Qingyou walking along it. The pain in her abdomen seemed to intensify as she struggled to endure it. She picked up a branch from the ground to use as a walking stick and continued her difficult ascent while searching for any trace of Li Luo.
As dusk gradually fell, the sunset glow was blocked by the dense branches of tall trees, casting only a few thin rays of light on Shen Qingyou.
"Li Luo! Li Luo..."
"Li Luo! Li Luo..."
In the deep forest, apart from echoes, she could hear no other responses. As darkness began to envelop her surroundings and a cold wind blew through, Shen Qingyou realized that if she didn't descend soon, it would be impossible to get down once it was completely dark!
With a troubled expression, she glanced at the winding path leading upward but decided it would be best to go down first and continue searching when it was brighter. However, just as she turned around, her foot slipped on some moss on the steps; losing her balance, she tumbled down the stairs completely.
It hurts, it hurts...
This intense pain does not radiate from the limbs but from the abdomen. The sharp, tearing sensation feels as if a wheel has run over me. "Thud!" My head suddenly strikes a stone by the roadside, and everything goes black as I lose all consciousness.
"Zhang Shaocong, has Serene called you today?"
"What? Did you tell him?"
While driving, Qing Cang angrily smashed his phone, making a sharp turn on the one-way street and setting off the alarm. He roared as he sped against the flow of traffic.
"Chief of Staff, immediately take a company’s worth of forces and gather at Lion Mountain, seventy kilometers away!"
Upon receiving the order, the Chief of Staff, hearing Qing Cang's extremely tense tone on the phone, did not dare to slack off for even a moment. He quickly assembled his team and rushed to the location Qing Cang had specified.
The night grew deeper and deeper. The unconscious Shen Qingyou lay on the stone path, large patches of blood staining her body, a shocking sight...
"You all, search over here!"
"You all, search over there!"
"You all, follow this mountain road and look for her!"
In the silent mountains, a voice filled with immense rage suddenly broke the tranquility. Birds returning to their nests were startled into flight, flapping their wings and circling above everyone's heads.
The strong beam of the flashlight instantly turned the night into day. The sounds of hunting dogs echoed one after another, and the entire forest was in an uproar...
One minute, two minutes, one hour, two hours. At the front of the line, Qing Cang stared with anxious eyes, searching everywhere for that familiar figure. She had definitely come here; just a moment ago, Uncle Lu had called, saying that a taxi driver had gone to the police station to provide information. This morning, he had driven a woman here, and the description he gave matched Serene. The phone was unreachable, and she hadn't returned home. Qing Cang was almost certain that she was trapped in this deep mountain forest. But where? Where could she be?
“Serene! Serene…”
Qing Cang anxiously called out Shen Qingyou's name, feeling a strong sense of unease that clung to him like a ghost. Serene, you must not be in trouble; you absolutely cannot be in trouble.
“Commander, we found her! We found her!”
The distant shout sounded like thunder to Qing Cang. He pushed through the crowd and rushed toward the voice frantically. Four soldiers exchanged worried glances at Qing Cang.
“Make way! Make way!”
Qing Cang shouted at them angrily, shoving them aside. When he saw the figure lying on the stone slab, he gasped in horror—blood, that shocking blood. “Serene…”
A beast-like roar of despair escaped Qing Cang's lips, but he quickly regained his composure. The military doctor who had rushed over immediately began to examine Shen Qingyou's body.
“Commander, the lady is pregnant?”
What?
It was as if a thunderbolt struck Qing Cang. His tall frame stumbled uncontrollably, his mind buzzing with only the military doctor's words echoing in his head—child, child?
He and Serene were going to have a child?
The piercing sound of an ambulance once again shattered the night's tranquility. All the most skilled medical personnel at the Military District General Hospital stood solemnly at the operating room door. Inside the operating room, nurses were fully prepared with ventilators, oxygen masks, and hemostatic clamps. A middle-aged woman who appeared to be the head nurse ran out with a grave expression and asked, “Do we need to administer adrenaline?”
The director hesitated for a moment, then said heavily, "Prepare!"
The sound of the ambulance rang out: chest surgery, brain surgery, orthopedic surgery, obstetrics and gynecology. Everyone took their positions as the surgical cart was quickly pushed into the operating room. The lights turned on, and the emergency responders outside were breathing heavily, anxiously glancing at Qing Cang, who stood in front of the operating room with bloodshot eyes and a grim expression, resembling the king of hell. They held their breath, anxiously waiting for time to pass...
Time felt long and unbearable. For the family members waiting outside after an emergency patient was pushed into the operating room, the most painful part was the wait. Qing Cang's fists remained tightly clenched, his muscles tense, his gaze fixed on the operating room. Zhang Shaocong and Meng Li Haoran rushed over to Qing Cang's side. Suddenly, Zhang Shaocong received a punch from Qing Cang. He didn't retaliate; that punch was light compared to what Qing Cang felt—given his current mood, killing him would not have been excessive.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats as they prayed deeply within themselves, hoping it wouldn't be a case of two lives lost...
The entire night passed, and when the lights in the operating room went out, Qing Cang immediately grabbed the collar of the first doctor who walked out: "How is she? How is she?"
The director of the Military District General Hospital looked at the disheveled Qing Cang, patted his hand gently, and spoke in a slightly tired voice: "Commander, she's fine. The lady is fine, and the child has been saved. However..."
But what? Qing Cang couldn't hear any more; he rushed into the operating room like a whirlwind. No one dared to stop him, nor could they. Watching his elated figure disappear inside, the director let out a long sigh. How could he tell Qing Cang about that bad news?
In the VIP ward, after waking up from anesthesia, Shen Qingyou slowly opened her eyes to see Qing Cang staring intently at her. Weakly, she managed a smile and softly called out, "Husband!"
"Wife, you scared me to death!"
"I'm sorry!" Shen Qingyou lowered her eyelids, feeling engulfed by guilt.
"If you feel sorry, then hurry up and get better so you can take good care of our baby!"
Qing Cang gently placed his large hand on Shen Qingyou's belly, his face radiating with the joy of becoming a father for the first time.
What? A child?
Shen Qingyou doubted whether her ears were deceiving her, and her mind involuntarily recalled the cruel declaration of that obstetrician-gynecologist: she would never have the possibility of becoming pregnant in this lifetime. Pregnancy, a child? Could it be true?
Faced with her doubtful gaze, Qing Cang nodded affirmatively. Overwhelmed with emotion, Shen Qingyou cried out in pain. She could still be a mother to Qing Cang's child; she could still become pregnant!
Qing Cang held Shen Qingyou tightly in his arms, and a glimmer of tears shone in the corners of his eyes. In stark contrast to the warm scene in the hospital room, the atmosphere in the dean's office was extremely heavy. The dean, who never smoked, couldn't help but light a cigarette and asked the Five Medical Authorities sitting across from him with difficulty, "Is there really no way?"
"Dean, if we don't operate, the tumor will soon compress her optic nerve, leading to blindness. Moreover, based on current trends, if we miss the optimal time for surgery and the tumor grows larger, it will be difficult to operate later. We have examined it; this is a cyst that has become varicose to a certain extent. If it bursts in her brain, the consequences will be dire."
At this point, the elderly Qing Cang did not continue. He was an authority in this field for the entire region and even all of Huaxia. The severity of this situation indicated that the patient was already in a critical condition—serious and complicated.
"But she is pregnant now?"
"The child can be considered later; we cannot delay the adult's health for the sake of the child!"
"I just examined her uterus; her uterine wall is already quite thin. If she terminates this pregnancy, her chances of becoming pregnant again are almost nonexistent—no, she will completely lose the ability to conceive!" The speaker was an obstetrician-gynecologist. As a woman herself, she understood the pain of a woman who could not become a mother. Her statement plunged everyone into a dilemma, and now they faced an even greater problem: how to communicate this to Qing Cang?
Wife, child? What should he choose?
For three whole hours, Qing Cang stayed by Shen Qingyou's bedside without leaving. Those who wanted to visit were blocked at the door by him. After three hours, Shen Qingyou finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted that she wanted to go home. Although the VIP ward had a good environment, it was still a hospital after all; there was always a lingering smell of medicine in the air. Now that she knew she was pregnant, she felt somewhat uneasy and craved Aunt Fang's cooking. Reluctantly, Qing Cang decided to discharge her from the hospital. When the dean learned that Qing Cang intended to take Shen Qingyou out of the hospital, he quickly set aside his work and rushed to the ward.
"Dean, thank you for everything; I just want to be discharged today!" Shen Qingyou smiled at the dean.
The dean glanced at Shen Qingyou and then at Qing Cang, who was packing up their things. Finally, he steeled himself and said, "Commander, come out for a moment; I need to talk to you."
Qing Cang looked up with furrowed brows at the dean's hesitant expression. He put down what he was holding and walked out amidst Shen Qingyou's puzzled gaze.
"Qing Shao, you cannot discharge the lady!"
"Why not?"
"Because, because..."
Faced with Qing Cang's piercing gaze, the director truly didn't know how to begin. He couldn't imagine what kind of extreme reaction Qing Cang would have when he told him about that matter.
"Hurry up, why not?"
The longer he waited, the darker Qing Cang's eyes became, and the words coming from his mouth grew colder.
"Because, the lady has a tumor in her brain!"
Boom...
A thunderbolt—Serene has a tumor in her brain?
"Commander, it's nothing serious, nothing serious!"
Seeing Qing Cang like this, the director quickly explained, "As long as we perform a craniotomy to remove the tumor, after a period of recovery, everything will be fine!"
Is it really that simple? If it were that simple, why would he have been so evasive?
The director swallowed hard again. Since it was already said, the outcome would be the same anyway. Gritting his teeth, the director continued, "It's just that the child in her womb cannot be saved!"
Boom...
One blow after another, Qing Cang felt a suffocating sensation. On the other side of the wall, a sobbing sound came through. Qing Cang hurried over and saw Shen Qingyou curled up in the corner, trembling all over. Feeling the shadow approaching, she raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at Qing Cang pitifully, "Husband, please, don't let them take my child!"
His heart ached so much it felt like it was about to cramp. Qing Cang picked up the sobbing Shen Qingyou and gently patted her back, comforting her, "Don't worry, with your husband here, no one can take our child away!"
Night fell again. Exhausted from crying, Shen Qingyou fell asleep in Qing Cang's arms. Looking at her fragile face, Qing Cang felt an immense pain in his heart. The director had already explained the seriousness of the situation to him in detail: if they didn't perform surgery, the tumor could burst in her brain at any moment; if they did operate, they would have to terminate the pregnancy first. How should he choose?
Shen Qingyou was unwilling to give up the child. If he insisted on doing so, he feared that Shen Qingyou would hate him for a lifetime...
What should he do? What should he do?
The usually decisive Qing Cang was confused, conflicted, and at a loss!
The next day, Qing Cang was called back by the director again. Shen Qingyou sat alone on the hospital bed, stroking her belly and feeling the sensation of her flat abdomen. The glow of motherhood appeared on her face as a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
When Qing Cang returned to the ward again, it was already empty!
Just like when Li Luo went missing before, this world is not that big; however, if someone is determined to hide, in such a vast country with over a billion people, how easy is it to find them?
One month,
Two months,
Three months...
Spring goes, summer comes; summer goes, autumn comes; autumn goes, winter comes. For three whole seasons, Qing Cang has never stopped searching for Shen Qingyou. On television and in advertisements, wherever there are media that people watch, large notices have been published about Qing Cang's search for her. Upon seeing the missing person notice, Li Luo, who was far away in South Korea, returned home. The first thing he wanted to do was to apologize. Everyone joined the search for Shen Qingyou. Ji Luo even organized a concert called "Crowd Searching for Her" for Shen Qingyou. After undergoing a transformation from disfigurement to rebirth, Li Luo gained the support and understanding of his fans. When the media asked Li Luo about the woman he was searching for and what their relationship was, he smiled and replied, "A woman who gave him a second life!"
All of Li Luo's fans also joined the search. However, despite the grand scale of the search efforts, there were ultimately no results; Shen Qingyou was still missing.
On February 14th, Western Valentine's Day, for the increasingly adoring Chinese people celebrating foreign holidays, tonight was destined to be a romantic and passionate night. The air was filled with the scent of roses everywhere. Qing Cang drove his Land Rover alone, wandering the streets like a lost soul. Every day after work, he would drive around aimlessly; it was something he did without fail. He was searching for traces of Shen Qingyou, always hoping that at some street corner they would unexpectedly meet.
On the calendar in his car, Qing Cang circled today's date with a red pen. Today was not only Valentine's Day but also the due date that the doctor had told him about for Shen Qingyou. Due date—Serene, where are you? Are you alive or dead?
Qing Cang gripped the steering wheel tightly and murmured, "Serene, you are too cruel, too cruel!"
Tears streamed down his rugged cheeks as he looked out at couples embracing outside; his emotions surged uncontrollably.
A man may shed tears but not easily; it is only because he has not reached the point of heartbreak. Just as Qing Cang was crying uncontrollably, his phone suddenly rang—a strange number. He held the phone tightly and stared at the unfamiliar number. Suddenly jolted awake, he quickly answered the call.
"Qing Cang, hurry! I'm in so much pain I feel like I'm dying..."
The roar of Shen Qingyou came through the phone; it seemed there were others nearby urging her on: "Push! Push! Hurry up!"
Qing Cang was stunned for a few seconds; once he regained his senses, he immediately shouted into the phone, "Quickly tell me the address! The address!"
The call ended abruptly. Qing Cang immediately started his car and drove off. After going a short distance, as if remembering something, he called the Military District Hospital Director. Upon hearing Qing Cang's voice on the line, the director's nerves tensed up as well. Thus began a massive mobilization of personnel from Neurosurgery, Surgery, and Obstetrics and Gynecology departments—all rushing to the address that Qing Cang had provided.
"Where is she? Where is she?"
It was already astonishing enough for a military vehicle to enter a county hospital; then a god-like man stepped out from inside, which raised even more questions among those present.
"You, who are you looking for?"
"The woman who just gave birth!"
The nurse looked at Qing Cang; the man's aura was truly intimidating. She pointed toward the end of the hallway, and before she could say anything, Qing Cang had already rushed over like a whirlwind.
The hospital room was very quiet. Standing at the door, Qing Cang took two deep breaths, his trembling hand gripping the door handle tightly. He gently pushed the door open and saw an elderly woman with white hair facing him, slightly bent over, while a woman was lying diagonally on the bed.
"Serene, over here, over here, put it in her mouth, put it in her mouth!"
"Great-Grandmother, why isn't she sucking? Didn't she just cry?"
A familiar voice made tears well up in Qing Cang's eyes again as he hoarsely called out, "Wife!"
The figure with its back to him paused slightly, then turned around. A bright and blissful smile of a new mother blossomed on Shen Qingyou's lips.
"Husband, come look! Our child!"
Child?
Great-Grandmother cheerfully handed the baby to Qing Cang and said with a smile, "Quickly take a look at this beautiful princess; she looks so much like both of you!"
Qing Cang nervously cradled the baby and walked up to Shen Qingyou. She had lost weight and looked darker, but her spirit was good!
"Wife, you've worked hard!"
"Honey, you won't blame me, right?"
Holding one big and one small, Qing Cang felt like the happiest man in the world!
The remote county hospital quickly filled up with people of unknown origins. First, a large group of doctors arrived, followed by a popular idol. Everyone rushed toward the ward until a man shouted loudly, "Company Commander, send a company here and put this hospital under lockdown!"
Li Luo was dissatisfied and protested outside, "I want to see Serene! I want to hold my Goddaughter!"
A pillow flew out, along with a very domineering voice from a man: "Get lost! When did my daughter become your Goddaughter?"
Although Shen Qingyou safely gave birth to the child, the brain tumor was still a serious matter. Qing Cang immediately summoned the best neurosurgeons from the Military District General Hospital. Three hours later, Shen Qingyou underwent surgery. Although it was somewhat regrettable that she couldn't personally breastfeed her baby, with her child now in her arms, Shen Qingyou finally realized that she needed to live well, to watch her grow up, to see her get married, and to witness her have children!
At the Military District General Hospital, although Qing Cang had previously instructed everyone to keep it a secret, news of Shen Qingyou's surgery still leaked out. This brave and strong mother had once been a media darling. Therefore, on the day of the surgery, the hospital entrance was packed with people. Reluctantly, Qing Cang had to call in more personnel; he had to ensure absolute silence in the operating room!
Three hours later, Shen Qingyou was wheeled out of the operating room. The surgery was very successful, and Qing Cang's tense face finally relaxed!
Time flew by. Six months later, an incredibly shocking sound suddenly erupted from a villa. Holding the baby while breastfeeding, Qing Cang quickly asked, "What happened? What's wrong?"
"Two... two... two lines?"
Shen Qingyou exclaimed excitedly while holding up the test strip.
"What?" Now Qing Cang was not calm at all. Wasn't it impossible to get pregnant? He had never taken any protective measures; how could she be pregnant again?
"Honey, what should we do? If a soldier has too many children, you might get dismissed!"
"What's wrong?" Shen Qingyou asked anxiously. Qing Cang stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace, giving her a heavy peck on the cheek.
"Why are you afraid? Your husband has hands and feet, is handsome and extraordinary, and there are plenty of job opportunities out there!"
"Honey, what if Grandpa scolds you?"
"Wife, let me tell you something. Yesterday, Grandpa even told me..."
Qing Cang glanced at Shen Qingyou mischievously. "Told you to do what?"
"Told me to work harder!"
"Qing Cang, you lecherous rascal!"
"Wife, let's have a whole soccer team of kids!"
"Do you think I'm a pig?"
Laughter filled the air on that morning, happiness flowing like water, extending into eternity, forever!
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