Three days later.
Su Xiaofei was seated in the backseat of the car with her husband on their way to meet Han Zijun. Ever since that night, she hadn't seen Lu Qingfeng until now. He didn't return to their bedroom to retire for the night, nor accompany her during meals. She knew that she was being unfair to him for forcing him to do something he didn't want, but their baby wasn't something she could easily and selfishly get rid of.
Lu Qingfeng wouldn't even give her a glance now, and she had no doubt that he was still upset with her. Su Xiaofei didn't want any of these and wished that she had been more careful. Had she not been poisoned, Lu Qingfeng wouldn't be torn in this conundrum with her.
She wanted to hug him, to tell him that everything will be alright, but she couldn't. Because there was no telling how this pregnancy would end for her and their baby.
