July. The weather was extremely hot.

Wen Lu, who had just come out of the hospital, felt cold all over. She held a wrinkled medical sheet in her thin and white fingers.

She looked at the sky blankly for a moment, then went to the open-air parking lot and entered the Porsche.

As soon as the cold air was opened, the cool wind rushed up to Wen Lu's face, and the words of the doctor just echoed in her ears.

"Miss Wen, I want you to have an operation as soon as possible. There may be a glimmer of hope."

"This child, I'm sorry. You can't keep him any longer..."

"..."

It was clearly a hot day, but just as the cold air started, Wen Lu felt that her body was extremely cold. She took out the car key from her bag and her hands kept trembling. Finally, she inserted the key into the hole.

As she drove, she pressed the handphone button and dialed the familiar number.

After a while, the phone was connected.

"What's the matter?" The man's voice was as cold as ever. Perhaps because of her phone call, Wen Lu could hear a little impatience in his tone and could not help but feel a lump in her throat.

He hadn't been home for more than 20 days. Was he tired of picking up her calls now?

Wen Lu tried to calm herself down and asked, "Honey, are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

"I have an appointment with the investors for dinner tonight."

He refused again.

In the past half a month, no matter how much she thought about him, called or texted him, he always said that the company was so busy that he didn't even want to talk to his wife.

Wen Lu's throat was burning hot.

She looked at her finger, which was wearing a very big and bright diamond ring, but because her finger was slender, she had to stick it to prevent the ring from falling off.

This was what he bought for her when they got married. He said that she deserved the best.

"Honey, come back tonight." Today was the third day of their marriage, and she was pregnant. She wanted to tell him these two important things, and her tone unconsciously became heavier. "I..."

"Brother Xing, have I disturbed you?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the other side of the phone. It was low, but her voice was very gentle. The words "Brother Xing" made Wen Lu's blood freeze and she almost hit the car in front of her.

Did Li Feng change his assistant?

Wen Lu was a little dazed. A few seconds later, she heard a sharp voice coming from the other end of the phone. She said lightly, "Eat your dinner yourself. I'll try my best. I'll go back after I finish my work."

After that, he hung up the phone.

Wen Lu looked at the black screen of her phone and drove it slowly. Her face was calm, but her tears could not stop falling.

How could she not know that Li Feng had people outside?

She had been secretly in love with him for six years. She spent four years with him in spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and lived a peaceful and sweet life until a month ago, he left early and returned late.

At first, Wen Lu did not notice that the company was developing new products and pulling investors around. She was also running around. Later, she tidied up his suit. When she saw his hair with a hint of fragrance on it, she felt that she was too stupid.

She pretended not to see it. Lying to herself was just a business partner of his. However, the lipstick marks on his shirt and the perfume on his suit were all tugging at Wen Lu's nerves.

They had only been married for three years, and they had just gotten married. Why did they feel that their marriage was coming to an end?

Wen Lu returned to the new city garden in a daze.

This was her and Li Feng's wedding home. It was a single villa, more than 300 square meters. Li Feng had spent more than a hundred million yuan to buy it, saying that she lived in the best place. They had lived here for three years, but since a month ago, the man rarely came back.

"Mrs. Yu, you're back?" Mrs. Yu opened the door with a warm smile. "The dishes are ready and the cake is on the way. Mrs. Yu, what's... wrong with you?"

As if seeing that Wen Lu's expression was not good, Mother Yu paused and asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Her stomach hurt, making her face very pale. She could hardly stand straight. She smiled at her mother and said, "I don't have a good appetite today. Please cook some porridge for me."

She had no appetite, but she still had to eat something. Even if the child could not stay, she wanted to retain him.

Mrs. Yu answered and went to the kitchen.

Wen Lu hurried to the second floor. As soon as she entered the bathroom, she threw herself into the sink to vomit, but she couldn't vomit anything. She coughed again and again, and blood fell on the sink.