Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

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Huo Yunque could imagine what would have happened if he had not found out, or if he had come out a little later. What kind of accident would have happened next?

Song Yaoyao listened to his serious question. There was no hint of fluctuation in his voice. It was as if she was a stranger.

She suddenly lost her temper and pushed his hand away, glaring at him with red eyes.

"So what if I want to have a child? I'm old enough to have a baby!"

Huo Yunque took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suppressed the anger that was rising in his heart. He said in a low voice, "You're still studying."

"But I already know everything. It doesn't matter if I don't go."

She was always the first in her grade in every exam.

Actually, she didn't have to have a child. What she cared about the most was Huo Yunque's attitude towards it.

"Song Yaoyao!"

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and called her name, word by word. His eyes were filled with warning. "Take those words back."

Song Yaoyao was louder than him. She wiped her tears away and stood on the bed. She looked down at Huo Yunque and said, "No!"

She was like a little firecracker. Dopey and Unhappy sensed that something was not right between the master and mistress of the house, so they quietly went under the bed.

The atmosphere froze as if it had turned into a solid object, and it pressed down on her head.

Huo Yunque was helpless, reaching out to pull her. "Be good, life doesn't have to be about having children. If you like children, you can always adopt."

Song Yaoyao could not believe it. "Why do you want to adopt?" Her smart little head was in a mess. She could not figure it out at all. "We're both very healthy. Isn't it good to have a child of our own?"

She stepped back, trying to avoid Huo Yunque's hand.

It was obvious that she wanted an explanation.

Huo Yunque's thin lips moved slightly. He was about to say something when his eyes met Song Yaoyap's and his breathing stopped.

"Be careful—"

Song Yaoyao tripped over the pillow on the bed and fell backward uncontrollably.

Huo Yunque moved very quickly at that moment. He quickly pulled her back into his arms the moment she started falling off the bed.

Song Yaoyao was still in shock and her face turned pale with fear.

The next second, the world turned upside down and Huo Yunque had already pressed her onto his thigh.

"Slap!"

A merciless slap landed heavily on her butt.

"Ah!"

Song Yaoyao cried out in pain and physical tears welled up in her eyes. She struggled violently, "Huo Yunque! You b*st*rd!"

"Does it hurt?"

Huo Yunque sneered. "It's good that you know how painful it is. Do you know how painful it is to give birth to a child? Are you sure you can handle it?"

Song Yaoyao stopped struggling and her mind regained some clarity. She turned around in a daze. "I thought you didn't want to have a child of our own."

Huo Yunque sighed and pulled her into his arms. He gently stroked her long hair.

"It doesn't matter if we have a child or not, I don't care about that."

The most important thing to him was that he didn't want to lose the little woman in his arms.

Song Yaoyao leaned into Huo Yunque's arms in a daze. His words were like a giant hammer hitting her on the top of her head, directly knocking her into a daze.

"It's not that you don't want it... It's that you're worried about me?"

Huo Yunque did not say a word. The bedroom was extremely quiet.

Silence meant implied agreement.

That's right, Huo Yunque loved her so much and cared about her. Song Yaoyao had also heard that childbirth was very painful. In ancient times, there was a saying: "When a woman gives birth, it's like taking a trip through the gates of hell." From this, one could see how dangerous it was for a woman to give birth.

It was also because the medical standards had developed that the risks were less than before. However, it was not completely safe.