First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 94 What are you afraid of

Du Rongzhi didn't bother to ask about how the store will be delivered, how it will be taken over, and how the personnel will be allocated. Han Chunsheng and his son will have full authority to manage it - she is completely overwhelmed by herself.

Recently, her legs and feet have become more swollen, and the shoes that have just been made for a few days suddenly become uncomfortable... her mood fluctuates.Often I was happily preparing the children's clothes, shoes and socks one moment, and staring blankly at the winter plums by the window with my stomach in my hands the next moment.

Sometimes sleep can also be a problem.Listless during the day, tossing and turning at night, even Song Zixun couldn't rest well.

Du Rongzhi felt embarrassed, and asked someone to clean up the room next door, and moved most of his clothes there.But Song Zixun stayed in their room most of the time, except that he came back too late occasionally to avoid disturbing her rest. The imperial doctor said that she had a heart disease, which could only be treated with heart medicine.Although he didn't know why she was so anxious, and he didn't know what was her medicine, but he still tried his best to accompany her, hoping to make her feel better during the time when she was suffering for their child. .

... This night, she still didn't sleep well.

Du Rongzhi turned over again irritably, and waited helplessly for the dawn with her eyes open.

A hand reached into her quilt and covered her belly. "Still can't sleep?"

"...Well," Du Rongzhi paused, and then asked in a low voice embarrassed after a while, "Did I disturb you?"

"No." He got into her bed and hugged her from behind... His chin rested on her neck.

Du Rongzhi shrank her neck uncomfortably.

They hadn't been this close in days.

In the next three months, there are many things to pay attention to...

"Rong Zhi," he sighed lowly, "What are you afraid of these days?"

Du Rongzhi froze.

Yes, she did feel scared.

Because of her rebirth, the fate of many people in this world has undergone earth-shaking changes.But she doesn't know... What will happen to her who died in childbirth in the previous life in this life?Is it really possible to give birth to the child safely?

She was frightened, terribly frightened.She dared not tell anyone—she had been having the same dream recently, and there was nothing in the dream, only herself lying on the bed, covered in blood, dying.

She recognized that scene, even though she had never seen it before, she still recognized it at a glance—it was the house she lived in before her death in her previous life.

She died on that bed...

The blood soaked the mattress, and she could even feel the unwilling struggle of the little life in her stomach...

Where was Song Zixun at that time, and where was the father of the child?Is he also like others, thinking that it is better for their wives to die, to be clean?After death, no one will gossip, no one will say... this is not his child anymore.

Du Rongzhi clenched her fists subconsciously, and her body shivered uncontrollably.

Song Zixun also obviously felt it, he hugged her tightly, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is it cold?"

Du Rongzhi clenched her lower lip and nodded reluctantly.

Song Zixun pulled his own quilt over and covered her. "How about this? Can it be better?"

"...Okay, it's much better." She came back to her senses, her voice was still trembling because her mood hadn't calmed down, as if it was really extremely cold. "...Thank you very much."

Song Zixun patted her reassuringly, tucked the corner of the quilt again, and got out of bed with his clothes on.

After a while, he came over with a cup of hot water, "Drink it up."

Du Rongzhi hugged the quilt and sat up, thanked her, and drank the whole cup.

The warm liquid flows through the internal organs, and the previously cold heart seems to be slowly warming up.

"Are you still drinking?"

Du Rongzhi shook her head, "No, thank you."

Song Zixun hummed, hugged her and lay down again.

"Why don't I go and tell my mother tomorrow... Let her invite the mother-in-law to come and accompany the delivery." He pondered for a while before slowly saying.

Du Rongzhi was stunned.

The folks have always had the custom of the mother accompanying the childbirth when the daughter is born.However, in recent years, there have been frequent cases of dystocia in pregnant women, disagreements between husband's family and mother's family, and finally fighting, and the in-laws have turned into enemies, so this custom has gradually disappeared recently.

Especially for people like them, the in-laws are deeply intertwined. If everything goes smoothly, everyone will be happy, but if something goes wrong in the middle, no one knows that these mothers-in-laws who love their daughters and mothers-in-law who are eager to embrace their grandchildren will be overwhelmed. What happened to tearing up.Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, and to maintain a long-term harmonious relationship between relatives, generally unless the in-law's family specially invites, otherwise the Yue's family will rarely ask to accompany the childbirth.

By saying this, Song Zixun meant to put her safety first.

Du Rongzhi suddenly wanted to laugh - wanted to laugh, and even more wanted to cry.

She even couldn't help thinking maliciously, what would it be like if Song Zixun said these words to the former Du Rongzhi who loved him, worshiped him, and valued him more than anything else?
she does not know.

She will never know.

All she knew was that Du Rongzhi, who loved him wholeheartedly, had already been poisoned to death by his most beloved woman together with their children.

Du Rongzhi's hand gently covered the back of his hand.

"You have a heart." She said softly. "It's just that my younger brother is still young, so I can't live without my mother. What's more, my concubine's birth date is in Niangen, which is the busiest time in the mansion, so how can my mother leave... Your kindness, I appreciate it physically and mentally. "

More importantly, if she still can't escape the fate of her previous life... She would rather her mother listen to others than witness it with her own eyes.

But he seemed to have read her mind, instead he took her hand and brought it to his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid...it will go well."

"Yeah." She nodded with a smile, and after a moment of silence, she said half jokingly and half seriously, "If there's really something wrong with my concubine—"

"Nonsense." He squeezed her hand tightly and interrupted with a frown, "You and the child will be fine."

"It's all said if..." Du Rongzhi pouted in pain, and said coquettishly, "Besides, a woman's childbirth is like entering the gate of hell, anything can happen."

"There is no such possibility." He said with a straight face, "You mustn't think like that."

This man... is always so domineering.

But life and death, who can control it?
"I'm just talking casually." Du Rongzhi could only say, "Anyway, this is our first child, no matter if it's a boy or a girl, you should love him more in the future."

"Naturally." Song Zixun smiled faintly, "I am his father, and I will love him even if you don't tell me."

"I will remember what you said." She buried her face in his arms and said softly, "You may not know that I like children very much..."

He stroked her hair, "I know."

You can tell by seeing her with Song Zimo... always very gentle and patient.

She hummed lightly, and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I really want to see what he looks like."

He hugged her back, nodded and said, "Me too."

Not the same...never will be the same.

Du Rongzhi closed her eyes tightly.

What can be said and what can be done, she has said and done.

leftover……

Let God decide.

(End of this chapter)