xymnovel Chapter 1285: But Our Child Is
Chapter 1285: But Our Child Is
Feng Fuce froze.Bai Zhi’er wrapped herself in a quilt, her fair shoulders faintly visible.
Coupled with her accusatory tone, it was as if the "child" that was lost was truly his.
Feng Fuce slightly furrowed his brow.
He hesitated, "But... I didn’t do anything."
Bai Zhi’er dropped the curtain, puffed up with anger, "Apart from you, no one else has been on my bed!"
"No wonder my stomach hurts like this, turns out it’s a sign of miscarriage."
"Now it’s a mess, how am I going to explain to Father and Mother?"
Feng Fuce held his breath, swept away by Bai Zhi’er’s thoughts.
"I will take responsibility, I won’t ignore you."
Bai Zhi’er sniffled, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Her pink, pretty face had reddened eyes and nose.
Feng Fuce began to reflect on himself.
"Previously, after you fell asleep, I did come by a few times, but only sat by the bedside, didn’t do anything."
"At most," Feng Fuce paused, finally confessing, "just touched your face."
Bai Zhi’er abruptly pulled the curtain a bit, considering she hadn’t dressed yet, she shrank further into the quilt.
Her watery eyes shimmered with irritation, "Why did you touch my face? What if you disturb my sleep?"
Feng Fuce pursed his lips.
He liked her, and couldn’t help but want to be close to her.
Seeing Bai Zhi’er sleep so sweetly, he naturally couldn’t resist outlining her brows and eyes with his fingertips.
"I will be more careful next time," he admitted honestly.
A dignified Demon Lord, admitting fault like a child.
Bai Zhi’er nestled into the quilt again, letting out a heavy huff.
There was a brief silence.
Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help asking, "How will you take responsibility?"
"Marry you? But you haven’t agreed to me yet."
"But our child is gone." Bai Zhi’er choked.
Feng Fuce found this "child’s" appearance inexplicably baffling.
Although he hadn’t been with other women, as far as he knew, even to conceive, a mere touch wouldn’t lead to pregnancy.
Yet Bai Zhi’er’s assured tone made him somewhat doubt himself.
He indeed adored Bai Zhi’er deeply.
Could it be, in an unguarded moment, he did something?
Feng Fuce spoke in a low voice, "There will be more children, I will devote all my energy to treating you well."
Only then did Bai Zhi’er feel slightly reassured.
She also felt slightly regretful.
"Last night I indulged in cold, secretly drank a cup of iced tea, it might be related to this."
"I’ve been so busy these past few days, I didn’t notice any changes in myself. If I’d checked my pulse earlier, perhaps I could have discovered the child."
She sighed.
Feng Fuce told her not to blame herself.
"It’s all my fault," he said.
Just then, the housekeeper’s voice came from the doorway, "Marquis, the midwife and doctor have arrived."
Feng Fuce gently said to Bai Zhi’er, "They’re here. Would you please get dressed? I’ll have them come in and carefully check your pulse."
"If it truly is a miscarriage, let the doctor prescribe medicine and provide proper care."
Bai Zhi’er daintily replied with an ’Mm’.
After a rustle of movement, she said, "Alright."
Only then did Feng Fuce turn coldly and command, "Let them in."
The midwife and doctor nervously walked in, trembling as they knelt to greet, their legs quaking.
Tonight is Chinese New Year’s Eve, they were at home with their families when suddenly a squad of guards burst into their house.
Before they could ask what was happening, they were given a simple "The Marquis requests your presence", and then whisked away.
The speed was as if driven by King Yan himself.