Love You More Than I Can

Sea tide villa in Ancheng.

The kid was put on bed in her room while Yu Lan was hugged by Meng Shaoqian in another room. Meng Shaoqian patted her gently on her back, trying to comfort her, “Lanlan, I’m here. I’m here! You little treasure Qibao is here too!”

Meng Shaoqian’s back was against the wall, protecting Yu Lan from her unconscious self-torture of hitting her head to the wall repetitively. Her head was hard but Meng Shaoqian bore the pain she gave to him.

It was two babies that Yu Lan had in her belly when she got pregnant two years ago. One was taken out in the miscarriage surgery. Originally, it would be perfect to take another baby out. However, Yu Lan cried and begged him hardly, “Brother Shaoqian, I’ve done a test after marriage. It turns out that there are some problems with my chromosome. The doctor said it would be hard for me to get pregnant. I beg you, beg you to help me to save the remaining baby!”

Of course, Meng Shaoqian was reluctant to let her take the risk to keep the baby, “We’ve taken one out. If you insist to save another one, that may kill you.”

“It’s all right. It’s all right. Nowadays, medical technologies are advanced. You must have ways to help me. I, I still have a house. Though it’s left to me by my mom and I’m reluctant to sell it, I think she won’t blame me if the house is to save her grandson. I can send to house to you as a compensation. Brother Shaoqian, I beg you!”

Meng Shaoqian was a doctor. He knew and was on good terms with a lot of excellent doctors. He contacted the top doctors he knew in this area immediately to help Yu Lan save the baby which shall be taken out originally.

Yu Lan’s miscarriage surgery lasted for two days and one night in others’ eyes. However, it was actually a half miscarriage surgery and a baby saving surgery at the cost of Yu Lan’s life.

At first, all went well. However, unexpectedly, Yu Lan was stimulated by Yu Yi so much that she got depressed. She was indulged in compunction, self-accusation, resentment, and despair, which was not good for saving the remaining baby in her belly.

Yu Lan knew it clearly when she was conscious.

So she begged Meng Shaoqian to take her away from Jincheng.

It was not easy for her to carry the baby. When she was conscious, she would give her baby sweet prenatal educations like the sun in March, warm but not to hot. However, when she was not conscious, she would seek for self-torture desperately. She would knee down on the ground and kowtow, murmuring in her mouth repetitively, “Forgive me, baby. Mom is the sinner who can’t save your life.”

Meng Shaoqian had spared every effort to cure Yu Lan’s mental trauma. He always kept her company. Every time when she wanted to torture herself, he would hug her and made himself the target for her to let out her compunction. If it couldn’t help, he would then use a dose of sedative.

Even his alumnus who worked in a New Zealand hospital was trying to persuade him to put Yu Lan in a asylum. However, he couldn’t bear to put her in a asylum and let her suffer. How could these people in a asylum take care of a pregnant woman?

In just several months, Meng Shaoqian got gaunt. He was unable to sleep through a night.

Finally, the baby was born. Upon the first cry of the little baby, he knew that Yu Lan was cured. She looked at the baby with care and love even though tears was shed from her eyes. Right in her eyes was the shimmering warm sunshine in March days. And then she was occupied by the baby all day. She waited for the baby to open her eyes in the morning and took care of her throughout the day with all her energy.

The kid cured all her diseases...

It was an angel sent by the God to her.

However, they accidentally met Sheng Youting today and he robbed her angel away. It drove her crazy again.

Meng Shaoqian hugged Yu Lan tightly, “Lanlan, be quiet. Qibao is sleeping now. You would awake her. Listen, it’s her breath!”

Yu Lan was led into the kid’s room by Meng Shaoqian. She came beside the pink little bed with one hand supported by the edge of the bed and another hand touching Qibao’s supple black hair. Qibao’s eyelashes were long and curled. Her diamond-shaped pick little mouth was closed now, just the same way she saw every day, “Qibao is still here, not robbed by others. Still here, still here...”