Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Doesn’t She like Watching People have Abortions? Translator: 549690339 Yôur f vorite stories on /o/(v) /lb n(.)c m The assistant saw that the Chairman had arrived and knew that the task of inducing a miscarriage might be impossible to accomplish now. The situation had exceeded his ability to handle, and he needed to report back to Lu Lingche. Without saying anything else, he left with two bodyguards and the medical staff. Upon seeing them leave, Lan Yuyi threw herself into Madam Lu’s arms and wept loudly: “Aunt Yao, Lingche said he doesn’t want the baby, is that true?” Madam Lu held her tightly, consoling her: “It’s okay, he’s acting out of character, don’t mind him. Don’t worry, as long as I am here, nobody can touch your baby!” Lan Yuyi continued to cry uncontrollably: “I’m still so scared, why is this happening? Lingche, didn’t he always like me, didn’t he like this baby? Aunt Yao, if he doesn’t want the baby, does he not want me either? Can I not be your daughter-in-law anymore?” “No, don’t worry. Lingche was just a bit shocked today, he’ll be fine once he’s calmed down. Don’t cry anymore, it’s not good for the baby. Go back to your ward and have your doctor check on you.” Madam Lu and Wen Bilan supported Lan Yuyi, comforting her softly as they led her out of the operating room towards the elevator. Lu Mingzhen watched from behind, his frown never easing. He was growing to dislike Lan Yuyi more and more. Ads by PubFuture

When she was with his eldest son, he thought she was gentle and understanding, but now he only saw her as manipulative and scheming. She had deceived Lu Lingche, claiming her child was his, now that Lu Lingche didn’t want the child, she acted as if she had suffered a great injustice. What right did she have to cry? However, why did his younger son suddenly not want the child? Had he discovered that the child wasn’t his? Regardless of whether he had discovered it or not, the child in Lan Yuyi’s stomach must be protected at all costs. This was the only bloodline his eldest son had left in this world, they must keep it. When the assistant returned, he saw Lu Lingche sitting on the sofa drinking alcohol. The tea table was littered with empty bottles, yet he continued to drink without changing his expression. Ever since he was drugged and ended up sleeping with Lan Yuyi, he had seldom drunk alcohol after waking up in the same bed. Even in work situations, he would merely sip symbolically and not actually drink it. But now, he had suddenly drunk so much. “President Lu, you’re drinking too much. Your body can’t handle it.” Lu Lingche glanced at him and asked coldly: “Has Lan Yuyi’s child been aborted?” “Not yet, the Chairman and Madam Lu both went to the hospital. They won’t let our people touch Miss Lan, and the Chairman even said that he wants an explanation from you directly.” Ads by PubFuture

“Understood.” Lu Lingche felt no surprise; it would have been a surprise if Madam Lu didn’t interfere. “Continue to send people to the hospital tomorrow to force Lan Yuyi to abort the baby, preferably in front of my mother. She likes to watch abortions, doesn’t she? Then let her watch!” The assistant couldn’t help saying: “Madam Lu has provided eight bodyguards for Miss Lan. It may be difficult for our people to find an opportunity.” “If not tomorrow, then the day after, or the day after that. It would be nice to stress them out every day too.” Lu Lingche took a sip of his alcohol and suddenly laughed. He could almost see his mother’s terrified and furious expression. Her anger brought him pleasure! “Who hit your face?” “Madam Lu.” Lu Lingche sneered: “She wanted to hit me but failed, so she hit you purposely to show me.” The assistant lowered his head: “I’m fine, President Lu.” But Lu Lingche’s anger roared on. She had forced the abortion of his child, and now she’d beaten his people. As a mother, Madam Lu had never really considered him a person, had she? She treated Lan Yuyi better than she treated him! “Double your bonus this month. Go rest!” “Thank you, President Lu..”

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