Chapter 452 Stubborn

Xia Ling sneered softly: "I don't dare to eat what you cook just for the sake of my children."

Not only did she not dare to eat, she even dared not touch the ready-made ingredients in the kitchen at home. No matter how nervous she was, she didn't want the baby in her belly to have any more mishaps.

She stood up and left the restaurant.

I'm very hungry, heart-burning and lung-burning. She went to the room to find a heavy coat and wrapped it around herself, put on sunglasses, covering most of her face, and went to a nearby supermarket to buy some things.

Unopened mineral water, instant noodles, ham, milk, etc.

After taking it back to the villa, she went into the kitchen and turned on the gas stove, intending to heat it up and eat it.

Mother Zhou felt very distressed when she saw this. How can a pregnant woman eat these things? I wanted to persuade her, but found that I had already lost the qualification to persuade her. "Sir, why don't you find a new servant." Zhou Ma said to Pei Ziheng cruelly, "Miss Ye doesn't trust me. If we find a new servant, maybe she will be willing to eat."

"This is not something you should worry about." Pei Ziheng's voice was low.

So, Zhou's mother didn't dare to speak, but she blamed herself in her heart. She was the one who was sorry for Miss Ye!

In fact, Pei Ziheng knew very well that it would be the same if he replaced ten thousand servants. As long as he, Pei Ziheng, arranged it, they would not gain Xia Ling's trust. His Xiao Ling may be foolish sometimes, but she is very clear-headed about some things. She must know that every injustice has its own debtor, and Zhou's mother cannot be blamed for the abortion pill.

Xiao Ling is having a temper with him.

Pei Ziheng was unhappy and didn't even try to persuade her. He watched Xia Ling cooking with cold eyes.

She was clumsy and accidentally knocked over the pot. The boiling water splashed out, and there was a loud bang that shook the world. The kitchen was in a mess, and all the ingredients she bought were wasted.

Xia Ling only felt pain in her hand. When she raised it, she saw a big blister on her thin wrist.

She stared blankly at the blisters and the mess on the ground, and suddenly she felt that she was so stupid. She couldn't do anything, and couldn't even cook a meal. How could she be worthy of the baby in her belly? The more she thought about it, the more she felt sad. She felt wronged and helpless. She seemed to have lost all her strength. She hugged her injured hand and slowly squatted down.

Pei Ziheng watched all this with cold eyes and whispered something to Zhou's mother.

Not long after, Zhou's mother brought a medicine box.

Pei Ziheng opened it and rummaged through it to find disinfectant, gauze, and other things. Regardless of the mess on the floor, he walked up to Xia Ling and squatted down too. "Show me your hands."

Xia Ling retracted her hand, lowered her head, and said with a nasal sound in her voice: "I don't want you to worry about it."

Pei Ziheng frowned: "The skin will leave scars."

Xia Ling's body trembled slightly, and she suddenly understood why Pei Ziheng, who had not said a word to her since she came home today, suddenly became concerned about her injury. She raised her head and looked at Pei Ziheng with red eyes: "Pei Ziheng, do you only care about whether there will be scars on my hands? You don't care about the child's life or death at all?" She cried, her whole body about to collapse, "I hate you, I hate you!"

The mood of a pregnant woman is not stable to begin with, not to mention that she has suffered so many stimuli.

Pei Ziheng was unhappy, but he couldn't bear to argue with her. He took her hand forcefully and gave her medicine.

After applying the medicine, wrap it with a white bandage.

Xia Ling couldn't fight him off, so she was forced to bandage the wound. Tears still flowed down her face, her shoulders were shaking from crying, and her body curled up into a small ball, terrified and helpless.

"I'll take you out to eat." Pei Ziheng couldn't bear to see her cry the most, so he said.

Xia Ling shook her head desperately, whimpering, and pushed him out, "Go away!"

The little tenderness and compassion that Pei Ziheng had just felt suddenly disappeared. He left Xia Ling and stood up, and coldly told Zhou's mother: "Don't worry about her, just let her starve to death!"

Zhou Ma's eyes were even more worried, but she couldn't persuade her, so she was so anxious that she stamped her feet.

Xia Ling was still hungry after all. After crying for a while, she went out to buy dinner again. She still went to the same supermarket as before, but this time she bought a frozen lunch box. She didn't dare to take it back and heat it herself, so she asked the clerk for help.

Unexpectedly, he was recognized by the clerk.

"Ye Xingling, are you Ye Xingling?!" the clerk said excitedly, "Can you sign your name for me?"

Xia Ling was startled. The clerk's voice was so loud that several nearby customers turned to look at her. It is human nature to watch celebrities. Many people's eyes were shining and they gathered around her in twos and threes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xia Ling ran out without even asking for a sandwich. After running a few steps, she found that her stomach started to hurt again, which was a terrible pain for pregnant women.

She turned pale with shock and regretted running away. She hurriedly stopped a taxi on the side of the road and repeatedly said to the driver, "Go to Huaxin Maternal and Infant Hospital!"

The driver quickly took her to the hospital and emergency room.

There was no need for a senior professor like Mr. Zhang to be on duty at the night emergency room. The person who treated her was a young doctor. He recognized her celebrity face and was excited and happy. However, the young doctor had known for a long time that Ye Xingling had her card set up at her own hospital, and had been doing prenatal checkups here, and would also give birth here in the future. So, it wasn't too surprising to see her. Although she was excited, she maintained good professionalism and carefully examined her.

"There are slight signs of miscarriage, Miss Ye, you should never do strenuous exercise again." The young doctor said, "I suggest that you be hospitalized immediately to ensure miscarriage, and wait until Mr. Zhang goes to work tomorrow morning to give you a more detailed diagnosis and treatment."

Everything about a child is a big deal.

Xia Ling nodded, followed the doctor's advice, and was admitted to the hospital again.

She was obviously discharged from the hospital this morning.

"I want to...eat something." In the ward, she said to the head nurse who came to check her condition with some embarrassment, "I haven't eaten lunch or dinner."

The head nurse was startled: "How can you not take good care of yourself in a situation like yours? It is the most basic thing to eat three meals on time. You can't do this anymore."

Xia Ling listened obediently.

The head nurse turned around and went out. After a while, he brought her a lunch box and said, "It's midnight and the hospital canteen has long been closed. The nearby small restaurants are full of gutter oil. You can't eat it randomly. If you don't mind it, just Eat my meal - I am working an all-night shift today, and my husband at home made me a late-night snack, which is very clean."

Xia Ling was very grateful, thanked her and took the lunch box.

Opening it, it is a very simple home-cooked dish, stir-fried wild rice and fungus meat slices. However, Xia Ling could tell that they were really carefully cooked. Every piece of wild rice and meat slices were cut evenly in thickness and had a perfect color, flavor and aroma.

I tasted it and it tasted good.