<h4>Chapter 288: Miscarriage I</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    “It’s rare to be so intimate with you,” he whispered into her ears as he lovingly groped her, “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”


    “Stop being cheesy yo—ahhhhh!” She tried debunking his romantic oath but the buoyancy gave her a surprise lift. Her heart raced as she lost her words.


    Lu Zhaoyang was never so d for being able to feel the ground the moment they returned. She rummaged through her body to unbuckle her belts to throw the safety vest away furiously. But her stampede did notst as the spike of her blood pressure pushed her down, right into Huo Yunting’s embrace. It was a grip wlessly done. A perfect lift too as her man carried her over his shoulders as he snorted, “Well, if you don’t feel like walking, just say it. Don’t act like you don’t care every single time.”


    “Alright, no more ‘client visit’ tomorrow onwards! What kind of ‘work-rted’ task is this? How can you lie to your own grandmother? I don’t know what more lies your big fat mouth could say,” confronted Lu as she pped Huo’s back several times on their way to the car.


    He then ced her into the car. His eyes zapped through the door, “Well, she rather has her beloved granddaughter-inw apanied.”


    “News sh—she rather has her beloved granddaughter-inw in gory circumstances because that’s me. She will d-” She held her words, feeling that it sounded too ruthless for an elderly, “How about this? We divorce. You bring a real deal home. Your grandmother will be happier than ever.” She brought up a proposition.


    “But I’ll be unhappy.” The proposition was shot down immediately after as he turned on the engine, “Looks like somebody has released enough tension today. Alrighty, we will be resting at home the whole day tomorrow.” He winked.


    Life had been happening—a little too happening for Lu Zhaoyang these days.


    Her face was drained during the day while her body was drained at night. There was not a point where she could breathe in peace. While the hanky panky sounded tempting in bed, her feet tried moving the man away, “No.”


    “Well, okay, somebody seems tired. We’ll continue this tomorrow night,” said Huo, cuddling her.


    “I said no!” She turned with her elbow holding him back.


    “Quit messing around and sleep, darling.” He rested his handsome face over her forehead before closing his eyes and falling asleep.


    As promised by the man, there was no ‘client visit’ the next morning.


    “What happened to the important client? Did you two manage to agree on any deal?” Asked the olddy.


    “Yeah, we’re done,” answered the president quite concisely.


    Lu Zhaoyang, holding her mother, gave a quiet stare on their way out of the dining hall as the conversation urred. The ‘important client’ was probably her after all in a certain context...


    She invited Xue Yuming to have a seat on the sofa and took the orange on the table to peel it. She remembered how her mother craved for the tangy food like oranges ever since she got pregnant. The doctor told them to limit the number, however. “Thank you, sweetie.” Xue Yuming watched her daughter preparing oranges for her. That smile was thest before she lost everything as she grabbed her daughter’s hand very tightly. “Yang Yang—Yang—Yang...” She whimpered, rubbing her stomach in unbearable agony.


    “Mommy?” She tossed the orange away and got close to her, “What’s wrong?”


    “W-Where’s the doctor?” Lu Zhaoyang frantically began shouting, “GET ME THE DOCTOR! QUICK! NOW! GET ME THE DOCTOR!”


    “Ahhhhhhh...” Xue Yuming moaned on the top of her lungs. Her head was soaked with sweat.


    “Mommy, be still. The doctor will be here rig...” Her words froze. She could not believe the sight before her. “Oh my god...” She muttered as she stumbled upon the scarlet liquid between her mother’s legs, “Blood—there’s blood...”


    “Yang—please—save the baby—please...” The mother copsed onto the sofa as she lost every shade of color with every hope on her expression.


    Both Old Mrs. Huo and Huo Yunting did not manage to react promptly to the upheaval of events.


    “Honey!” Huo Zhenning rushed downstairs like a hurricane, “Don’t worry! It’ll be fine! WHERE’S THE DOCTOR?” He lifted the fainted woman and ran outside with a sore back. He left Lu Zhaoyang rubbing her reddened arm while staring at the pool of blood in nk dismay.