My Wife is a Psychic

Jiang Xi lay next to Zhao Ruifeng without eating, drinking, or saying a word. Even the look in her eyes did not change at all. His eyes were blank, and there was no expression on his face. He held Zhao Ruifeng’s hand tightly, as if he wanted to warm his cold body.

“Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, don’t be like this. The child in your stomach is almost eight months old. Even if you don’t think for yourself, you have to think for the child. This is big brother’s only child, and also the only child of the Zhao family. Big brother still doesn’t know that he’s already a father.” Zhao Yingying bit her lip until it bled.

Prince Ding stood outside the door and looked at Zhao Yingying with a face full of heartache. Zhao Yingying seemed to have stepped into the darkness and was struggling and wandering in the darkness.

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Song Yun stood in front of the saintess and the little girl, who were powerless. Her face was cold. “I’ve already informed Sister Yi to come over and handle it. You can explain it to her.”

Hearing about Sister Yi the kneeling saintess and the little girl instantly raised their heads, their eyes full of shock and disbelief. The saintess kneeled on the ground and suddenly sneezed. She felt as if dark clouds were gathering above her head and she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Oh my God, she was not the main character, but why were the big shots from her previous life here? It’s fine if the boss is here, but why was Sister Yi here too?! The heavens wanted her dead!

The saintess was stiff and desperate. The little girl was still young, but she had already started crying. As she cried, she pinched the saintess’ thigh, causing the saintess to grimace.

The people of the saintess’ palace were confused but did not dare to ask more questions. However, since the saintess was kneeling, they did not dare to stand and could only kneel with her.

“It’s been three days. If we don’t bury them now. their bodies will stink. I’ve already… I’ve already ordered people to prepare coffins and cemeteries. Do you want to be cremated or buried…” The White-robed old man sighed. Although he did not know Jiang Xi’s identity, it seemed that… Their saintess seemed to have offended a big shot.

Song Yun’s body stiffened. She looked up at the room and saw Jiang Xi holding Zhao Ruifeng in silence. She did not dare to go forward and tell Jiang Xi about this. When Zhao Yingying heard the conversation outside, she covered her mouth and sobbed uncontrollably. Jiang Xi’s heart ached as if it was being cut by a knife. It was so painful that she was numb.

Song Yun stepped forward and carried the stiff Jiang Xi down with some strength. She shook her soft body and said, “Boss, wake up! Have you forgotten that you’re not alone now? The child in your stomach is General Zhao Ruifeng’s only child. You can go without food and water for three days, but what about the child? What are we going to do with the child?”

Song Yun shook Jiang Xi with all her might. Slowly, Jiang Xi’s eyes brightened up a little. However, song Yun’s heart ached when she saw his dull and indifferent expression.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know there would be such serious consequences…” The saintess’ voice had changed. It was as hoarse as an old lady’s. This time, it was the moment she was closest to death.

Jiang Xi’s body was a little weak. She would have fallen to the ground if Song Yun had not supported her.

“He should go, he has a place to go.” Song Yun, who was holding Jiang Xi in her arms, felt her breath stop for a moment and then sighed.

Jiang Xi did not want to say anything, as if she had sealed herself off. She was brought away by Song Yun mechanically, holding her bowl mechanically and eating without any expression. One bowl, two bowls, three bowls… It was as if she was not full or hungry. Song Yun could not stand it anymore and snatched her bowl and chopsticks away, “Have a good sleep and take good care of your baby. Leave the outside matters to me. I have experience.” Song Yun had hosted several funerals in the mental hospital, including sky burials, cremation, and burial. She had experience.

At this time, Jiang Xi was sitting alone in her room, but her stomach was churning and rumbling as if her child could not wait any longer.