Chapter 315 The Illness is Dangerous

Chapter 315 The Illness is Dangerous

“I know,” Jiang Ruomi said, touching her belly. “But what if he’s not Jin Que’s child after he’s born?”

Not wanting to be Jin Que's child?

Shen Qingshu stared at her. "What does this mean?"

Jiang Ruomi looked at Shen Qingshu and said, "Qingshu, I've been having nightmares lately."

She suddenly changed the subject, and Shen Qingshu frowned.

“I dreamt that I died in childbirth, and Jin Que also died.”

Shen Qingshu pursed her lips.

When she was pregnant with twins, she often had some unpleasant dreams.

Later, the twins suffered premature birth and severe bleeding, and the scene was indeed very similar to the bloody image in her dream.

Perhaps this is the expectant mother's sixth sense.

Could it be that Jiang Ruomi's dream was also a premonition of the expectant mother?

If Jin Que is dead, does that mean that Fu Siyan and his team's operation was a great success?

If that's the case, then it's a good thing.

But how innocent is Jiang Ruomi?

Shen Qingshu did not want Jiang Ruomi to end up like in her dream.

She simply loved the wrong person, but she wasn't completely lost.

The fetus in her womb was equally innocent.

The sins committed by Jin Que should not be borne by Jiang Ruomi and the innocent child!

"During pregnancy, hormonal changes can cause some women to have more dreams. If you overthink things, it can also affect your dreams," Shen Qingshu said gently, trying her best to comfort her.

But Jiang Ruomi just smiled and said, "Sister Qingshu, you still care about me."

Shen Qingshu was naturally concerned about Jiang Ruomi.

They were both from unhappy families, and she felt a certain degree of sympathy for Jiang Ruomi.

"Ruomi, I know you have your own reasons. I misunderstood you before and said some harsh words to you. I hope you don't take it to heart. Actually, I've always thought you're very brave. It's just that you love Jin Que too much without any self-respect. But you and the child are innocent. Jin Que's sins are his own. I hope that if you have the chance, you can decisively give up Jin Que, take the child back to China, hide the child's identity, and live a good life."

Jiang Ruomi nodded, her gaze towards Shen Qingshu carrying a profound meaning.

"Qingshu, I'll listen to you."

Shen Qingshu was somewhat surprised. She thought she would have to say a few more words of persuasion, but unexpectedly, Jiang Ruomi agreed.

This is a good thing.

Jiang Ruomi's willingness to give up on Jin Que means that there is still hope for her life.

Next, all that's left is to wait for the wedding.

…

That evening, just as Shen Qingshu was about to go to sleep, her bedroom door was pushed open.

Jin Que walked in, a suit jacket draped over his arm, his white shirt tie loosened, the top two buttons undone, revealing a reddish neck.

He walked towards Shen Qingshu and bent down to sit on the edge of the bed.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted over me.

Shen Qingshu's nape was pressed down by his burning palm, and she was forced to move towards him!

"Jin Que, what are you doing!"

Shen Qingshu raised her hand to block his chest, frowning and glaring at him, "You're drunk, stay away from me!"

Jin Que did drink, and quite a lot of it.

But the wine wasn't enjoyed at all.

Tonight's banquet was originally intended as a pre-wedding feast hosted by him for the leaders of his various branches.

Jin Que thought he should have received plenty of congratulations and blessings tonight.

Unexpectedly, led by Guan Yue, everyone was advising him to give up the wedding.

The reason is simple: it's too ostentatious. The scale of the wedding day is equivalent to gathering all the important people in one place.

Such a high-profile approach is completely out of character for Jin Que over the years.

Furthermore, who is Shen Qingshu?

She is Fu Siyan's ex-wife!

Even though Fu Siyan is dead, she is still Fu Siyan's ex-wife. Who knows if Fu Siyan revealed some information during the years he was married to her?

In short, everyone present was Jin Que's confidant, but not a single one of them supported Jin Que in holding this wedding.

Jin Que knew that it was Guan Yue who told everyone that Shen Qingshu was Fu Siyan's ex-wife.

He looked at Guan Yue and smiled.

The next moment, Guan Yue groaned and knelt on one knee, blood gushing from his thigh.

The bullet was stuck in his bone, and Jin Que used his military knife to personally remove it.

The blood-stained bullet was placed in Guan Yue's hand. Jin Que's hand was covered in blood as he patted Guan Yue's pale, sweating face, which was wracked with pain.

"I've said it before, I don't like being told what to do."

Guan Yue lowered his head, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, "Mr. Jin, I was wrong."

No one else dared to utter a sound.

The wedding will ultimately be held in a grand manner, just as Jin Que wished.

Everyone thought Jin Que had gone mad, but no one dared to stop him, so they could only grit their teeth and go along with his madness.

At the subsequent dinner, Jin Que raised his glass and drank with each of the leaders.

Each leader raised their glass, offering insincere congratulations.

There were quite a few people, and Jin Que didn't let any of them go. After one round, he himself drank quite a bit.

He was drunk and didn't care about anything else; he just wanted to hug Shen Qingshu and get close to her.

Shen Qingshu hated him and naturally resisted him.

"Jin Que, you came back from outside, you might have brought germs with you, are you hoping I'll die sooner or later?"

Jin Que paused.

Taking the opportunity, Shen Qingshu pushed him away, pulled the blanket up higher to cover herself, and said angrily, "If you're drunk, go back and rest. You don't want anything to happen to my body before the wedding, do you?"

Jin Que stared at her.

His eyes, red from the alcohol, gradually softened with a smile.

"Ah Shu, you're also looking forward to this wedding, aren't you?"

Because of the anticipation, there is a fear of something going wrong before the wedding.

“Yes, I look forward to this wedding.” Shen Qingshu met his gaze, her eyes resolute.

Jin Que smiled and leaned down to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Touch and then leave.

Shen Qingshu didn't even have time to dodge.

Jin Que stood up. "Get some rest."

Shen Qingshu responded faintly and watched him walk out of the room.

The door closed.

The room returned to silence.

Shen Qingshu closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily she was sick, otherwise she might not have been able to handle Jin Que, that devil!

…

The following week, Jin Que became increasingly busy.

Several more servants have joined the manor to help with the wedding preparations. They are all Filipino maids who don't speak Chinese and their English is only so-so.

Shen Qingshu finds it difficult to communicate normally with them.

It was obvious that Jin Que was still wary of her.

Shen Qingshu didn't care about this.

She spends most of her time in her room every day.

I have to get IV drips every day, even though they are indwelling needles. After more than half a month of IV drips, the backs of both hands are still bruised and swollen.

Jin Que never stopped taking Chinese medicine, and Shen Qingshu became a veritable medicine addict.

The day before the wedding, Shen Qingshu experienced nosebleeds and a high fever again.

Her leukemia progressed too rapidly and dangerously. The foreign doctors who were helping Shen Qingshu with her treatment suggested more than once that Jin Que send Shen Qingshu to the hospital for standardized and systematic treatment.

In her case, chemotherapy would be necessary to control the cancer cells in a regular hospital.

But Jin Que firmly disagreed.

Chemotherapy has severe side effects, and Shen Qingshu's current physical condition may not be able to withstand it.

Moreover, he has already contacted the research institute in Switzerland, and he will take Shen Qingshu there after the wedding.

In the dead of night, Shen Qingshu lay on the large bed, delirious with fever, and vaguely heard voices beside her bed—

“Mr. Jin, leukemia is a dangerous and difficult disease to control during its onset. The best treatment is bone marrow transplantation. Most of the drugs in the research institute lack standardized clinical trials and reliable data to support their use. Giving Ms. Shen these drugs rashly is like using her as a guinea pig. I do not recommend that you do this.”