Time and you are my fault

Lian Shanshan couldn't understand, "Isn't Jiashu in the manor?"

The more Chu Yi listened, the more painful her heart became.

When everyone surrounded 'Zong Jiashu' in the manor and gave him endless love and care, her real son was suffering in nowhere!
If Lin Luolian's child is really her Jiashu, then it will be hard for him to be there!

He is still so young, since he was born, he has not had his parents by his side!

Why did her child come to this world to experience these sufferings!
Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

Chuy immediately clicked to answer.

She listened nervously to the voice on the other side.

Lin Luolian smiled faintly, "Have you received the mail?"

"Lin Luolian, the child beside you is mine! It's my son!"

Lin Luolian wasn't surprised by her questioning at all, she gently touched the baby's skin with her hand, "What are you talking about, this is the child of Yanzu and me, his name is Zong Qiyu."

Chu Yi gritted her teeth fiercely, with tears in her eyes, "What on earth do you want!"

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago." Lin Luolian smiled softly, as if she was very happy with Chu Yi's helplessness.

"Lin Luolian, I promise you, I will leave Zong Yanxiu, and I will... also make him hate me. Don't hurt the child, he is still so young! I beg you, don't hurt him!"

"How could I hurt him? It's too late for me to love him."

Suddenly, the cry of a baby came from the opposite side.

That voice was like the heartache of a mother and child, as if her heart had been dug out from her chest.

Chu Yi seemed to be taken away from all the supports in an instant, leaning against the wall weakly, "Don't touch him!"

Lin Luolian glanced at the suddenly crying baby in annoyance, and let the servant beside him take it away.

Chu Yi heard that there was no movement on the other side, and her whole body froze, "Lin Luolian, don't hurt the child, I promise you, I promise you whatever you say!"

"Chui, you don't have much time left. There are less than ten days before the last antidote."

Chu Yi stared blankly at the night outside the window, as if she had lost her soul.

She heard her hoarse voice reply, "I promise you."

At this moment, Chu Yi was absolutely certain that the child in Lin Luolian's hands was her Zong Jiashu.

What can she do.

She can't do anything.

His own son is in the hands of the other party.

The life of the one you love is also in the hands of the other party.

She is willing to be slaughtered.

As long as they are safe.

Lian Shanshan listened to the call in fear, and guessed about [-]% to [-]% of it.

"Yi..."

Chu Yi hung up the phone, looked up at Lian Shanshan, unable to keep the secret.

"Shanshan, keep it a secret for me, even if I die, don't tell anyone."

"That bitch Lin Luolian! How dare she transfer the child! Why didn't you tell Zong Yanxiu! Or let's call the police, let's call the police!"

Chu Yi wiped away her tears and forced herself to stand up, "Don't call the police."

Calling the police cannot guarantee that Zong Jiashu will be taken back, but it will anger Lin Luolian.

Shiyue couldn't catch it for a long time, only Lin Luolian had the antidote.

If she really doesn't take it out, what will Zong Yanxiu do?

Chu Yi went back to her apartment with Lian Shanshan that night.

She slept restlessly throughout the night and was awakened several times by nightmares.

Later, she stopped sleeping and sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the sky outside the window, which gradually changed from black to dark blue.

At six o'clock in the morning, Chu Yi was about to go out to buy some breakfast for Shanshan, but suddenly received a call from Zong Yanxiu.

She hesitated and clicked to answer. Before she could speak, a man's hoarse voice came from the opposite side.

"The child is sick."

Chu Yi's heart skipped a beat. What happened last night, the fear and panic made her mess up her stitches again, "Why are you sick? Who is sick!"

"Both of them have a persistent fever. I didn't want to tell you, but the confinement wife said that it would be better if mom was around."

"Why didn't you tell me! I'm their mother!" Chu Yi hurried out.

The man's voice paused, but he didn't speak.

Chewie drove to the hospital.

In the baby ward, the two little guys were crying heartbreakingly.

Chu Yi hurried in and hugged Chu Wanxing in her arms. Seeing the little guy's flushed face, her heart ached to be broken.

"I'm sorry baby, mom is here, mom is here." Her hand gently patted the little guy's back.

Seemingly wrapped in a familiar atmosphere, Chu Wanxing, who was out of breath from crying, cried a little weaker, and shrank his little head into Chu Yi's arms.

Chu Yi burst into tears immediately.

After coaxing for more than ten minutes, Chu Wanxing finally calmed down and fell asleep.

Chu Yi glanced at Zong Jiashu, who was being held by Yuesao, with an extremely complicated expression.

When she learned that the little guy she had cared for for two months was not her son, a sense of desolation and fear lingered in her heart.

She didn't even know how to treat this child.

"Ma'am, give the young master a hug." Yue Yue handed the child over.

Chuy took it, but just as he patted him on the back, the little guy burst into tears again.

Chu Yi was stiff all over, not daring to move.

Zong Yanxiu took it from behind, and held the little guy in his arms in the posture of an airplane hug.

The crying faded away.

Chu Yi stood there in a panic.

"It's okay, it's okay, maybe the mother who hasn't seen in the past two days is a bit born." Yuesao helped smooth things over.

Chuy pursed her lips.

Only she herself knows that it's not about birth, but about never getting close.

From the very beginning, this little guy used his own way to tell everyone that she was not his mother.

It's just that everyone can't understand it.

Seeing Chu Wanxing's flushed little face, Chu Yi's heart ached again.

The real Zong Jiashu, in Lin Luolian's place, did he eat well, sleep well, and was he sick?

Tears fell uncontrollably, propped on the edge of the bed, and his back slowly collapsed.

Behind him, a familiar aura enveloped him.

Her whole body was embraced by the man from behind into his arms.

"The doctor said it's okay." He stroked her hair lightly.

But at this moment, the fear in Chu Yi's heart had reached its limit.

The children in front of them, if they bumped or even refused to eat, everyone would be in a hurry.

But what about her son?

After he was born, did he eat well?
Will he refuse to eat milk powder and starve?

If he is sick, will someone hold him in his arms and comfort him?

The pain of mother and son's heart-to-heart swallowed her.

Seeing her crying too hard, Zong Yanxiu frowned tightly with his thick eyebrows.

In the next second, Chu Yi turned around and beat his chest hard, "Why didn't you tell me earlier! Why didn't you tell me when you had a fever! I'm their mother!"

He held her in his arms and let her vent her uneasiness, "It's my fault, I'm sorry, Yiyi, I'm sorry."