Chapter 411 I Don’t Want This Child

Chapter 411: I Don’t Want This Child

Zhao Qing bit her lip in shame, tasting blood but refusing to let go.

Faced with Sun’s mother’s wheedling tone, her stomach churned with waves of nausea.

“When I choose to have a child is my own business! Nothing excuses your scheming!"

Sun Zailiang couldn’t stand seeing his mother beg her so meekly, and his attitude hardened instantly.

“If you won’t have children, why did I even marry you? Don’t forget—you were the one begging to marry me! Otherwise, I could’ve done better!”

Zhao Qing sneered coldly. “Someone better? You mean Xie Feifei? Too bad Xie Feifei wouldn’t give you the time of day. Even if she were looking for a husband to move into *her* family, she’d never pick you! You should be thanking me—if it weren’t for me settling for you, you’d still be single!”

Sun Zailiang, humiliated and enraged, snapped and raised his hand to strike her, until Jiang Yu roared.

“Sun Zailiang, how dare you raise a hand!”

His movement froze, his arm suspended mid-air, too scared to follow through.

Sun’s mother, terrified, hurriedly pulled him back.

“Have you lost it?! She’s pregnant! What’s the point of fighting her? If anything happens to my grandson, you’ll regret it!”

Even Jiang Yu, as an outsider, was furious hearing this, let alone Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing clenched her teeth in hatred. “I don’t want this child! And you don’t even know—the doctor said I’m showing signs of a miscarriage because of those drugs you made me take. Who knows if this child would even be healthy? I’m getting an abortion tomorrow!”

The words hit like lightning, nearly knocking Sun’s mother unconscious.

Horrified, she grabbed Zhao Qing and shrieked, “You’re lying! Tell me you’re lying! Those were fertility drugs for a son—how could there be any problems?”

Watching her and Sun Zailiang’s devastated expressions, Zhao Qing suddenly laughed, savoring their devastation.

She hadn’t actually decided whether to keep the child yet, but regardless of her final choice, for now, she would act as if she wouldn’t.

She would use this child to punish Sun Zailiang, to make him suffer for his disrespect.

“Forget it!”

With that, she coldly shoved Sun’s mother aside and walked into the house.

Sun Zailiang stood there, dumbstruck. The child he had longed for—just… gone?

Sun’s mother frantically rushed forward, gripping his hand tightly.

“Liangzi, take your wife to the hospital for a check-up, now! That’s impossible!”

Sun Zailiang’s face contorted, his expression twisted into something terrifying.

Suddenly, he seized her arm with a crushing grip, hard enough to bruise, making Sun’s mother cry out in pain.

“Liangzi…”

“Why did you give Zhao Qing that poison?! It’s all your fault—you killed my son! You murdered my son!”

Sun’s mother froze in terror, her mouth hanging open as she stared at an unrecognizable Sun Zailiang.

She stumbled back several steps before crumpling to the floor.

"Liangzi... Mom didn’t do it on purpose, I swear—"

"Shut the hell up!" Sun Zailiang bellowed. "I don’t want to hear you speak, just shut up!"

He yanked at his own hair, turned, and stormed out, ignoring his mother’s desperate pleas behind him.

Jiang Yu watched the estranged pair, then turned and went inside.

He Feiyan edged closer. "Do you think Zhao Qing will really abort the baby?"

Jiang Yu shook her head. "I don’t know."

He Feiyan sighed. "Mrs. Sun dug her own grave. If she hadn’t recklessly given her daughter-in-law those medicines, none of this would’ve happened."

Jiang Yu had a weird feeling but couldn’t pinpoint what.

All she knew was that after the day’s drama, things had finally quieted down.

That evening, when He Tingyue returned home, he passed along news.

"Engineer Chen will be back soon."

Jiang Yu was surprised. "How are things in Yunan?"

"The rebuilding’s on track, gradually getting back to normal."

Jiang Yu was already eager to see Chen Yu (Engineer Chen) again.

As the couple chatted, Jiang Yu muttered about Zhao Qing’s situation.

He Tingyue frowned slightly. He knew Jiang Yu had always been uneasy about childbirth.

Especially after Mrs. Sun’s reckless meddling, which had left a shadow in her heart.

Jiang Yu said quietly, "Who knows if Zhao Qing will keep the baby. Does it really matter if it’s a son?"

"It doesn’t." He pulled Jiang Yu into his arms.

"At least to me, you’re the most important."

Taking in his clean, familiar scent, Jiang Yu felt a sense of calm and wrapped her arms around him.

"Kids are such a headache."

Even before conceiving, people pressure you.

Once pregnant, you suffer through pregnancy pains and everyone’s opinions.

If the baby is a girl, before you’ve even recovered, you’re pressured to have another.

Jiang Yu felt a pang of resentment, irritation bubbling up.

He Tingyue gently stroked her hair, smoothing it with his fingers over and over.

"If it’s too hard, we’ll skip it."

Jiang Yu looked up at him, her eyes glistening with trust.

"We... don’t have to?"

"You're the one having the baby, so of course it's your call."

He Tingyue cupped her small face in his hands. "If you don’t want to have a child, no one can make you—not even me."

She raised her hand and rested it over his.

"You wouldn’t make me."

"I wouldn’t."

Jiang Yu pouted and buried her face in his chest.

"It’s just the whole Sun family situation that’s got me worked up. It’s not that I don’t want kids—I’d love ours."

He Tingyue patted her back gently. "You’re already doing great."

As he kept soothing her, Jiang Yu’s eyelids grew heavy and slowly closed.

The next day, she woke up to more drama from the Sun household.

Mrs. Sun was already wailing first thing in the morning, pleading with Zhao Qing not to get rid of the baby.

Zhao Qing refused, saying the baby wasn’t healthy and keeping it wouldn’t help anyone.

Mrs. Sun was about to go down on her knees, begging her to spare the child.

After going back and forth, Zhao Qing finally gave in and agreed to keep the baby—but she had one demand.

She wanted to take over the money.

Zhao Qing was after the Sun family’s cash. From then on, Sun Zailiang’s salaries would be handed to her, no longer left in Mrs. Sun’s hands.

Now too mad to even care about the baby anymore, Mrs. Sun started screaming at Zhao Qing.

You’d almost think she’d planned this.

Like hell she’d just give up the money.

Without another word, Zhao Qing headed for the door. "Then we’re done talking. I’m going to the hospital right now to get rid of it."

In the end, Mrs. Sun had to cave.

No way was she handing over everything—the family’s money wasn’t just Sun Zailiang’s salaries but also her dead husband’s blood money.

But Mrs. Sun promised Zhao Qing that from then on, Sun Zailiang’s salaries would be collected by her.

Zhao Qing gave in—for now, and the baby in her womb was spared.

He Feiyan whispered, "Sister-in-law, Zhao Qing plays hardball."

Jiang Yu nodded. "She knows what she wants."

Perhaps from the start, she hadn’t wanted control of the household—just to reclaim Sun Zailiang’s salaries.

He Feiyan lowered her voice further. "I heard Sun Zailiang’s eldest sister is coming back soon. No wonder Zhao Qing’s grabbing his paycheck."

Jiang Yu wasn’t particularly interested in the Sun family’s affairs and didn’t respond.

But then He Feiyan added, "Sister-in-law, get this—Mrs. Sun actually tried to set up her daughter with my eldest brother."