Old Fifth said impatiently, “Brother Wei, what do we do now? If she dies on this mountain, we definitely won’t get anything good out of her. Why don’t we just let her miscarry? If the child is gone, so be it. Anyway, the only hostage we need is Jiang Nanshu.”
The man called Brother Wei twitched his brow slightly and nodded: “Then let’s get rid of the baby.”
Yu Zhuyin stared wide-eyed, incredulously, and immediately stood in front of Jiang Nanshu, saying, “Are you all crazy? Her belly is so big! Losing the baby now isn’t called a miscarriage; it’s called an induced abortion! She needs to go to the hospital; otherwise, she will die! Don’t you want her alive? She’s worthless to you if she dies!”
She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but suddenly, she felt quite sorry for Jiang Nanshu.
Although she was also bad, she only scared Jiang Nanshu before because she saw that there were people around her.
She wouldn’t just stand by and watch someone else’s child die.
Old Fifth said coldly, “Then what do you suggest we do? She’s delaying our progress.”
Yu Zhuyin looked at the pale-faced Jiang Nanshu; she had completely lost the arrogance she had that day—that arrogant woman who had thrown a stone at her, making her trip and fall in satisfaction.
She shouldn’t care about her.
Whether Jiang Nanshu lived or died was none of her business.
Jiang Nanshu even said that she was bad.
But would a truly bad person take care of a child who was a complete stranger?
And carry her all the way?
Yu Zhuyin’s long nails dug into her palms.
The wrists, handcuffed, had lost all feeling of pain.
She reached out to Old Fifth: “Help me unlock these things. I’ll carry her. I don’t want her to die on this mountain. I hate dead people.”
Old Fifth looked at her with amusement: “You were born in southern Myanmar. Aren’t there even more dead people there? You’re still afraid?”
Yu Zhuyin looked at Old Fifth seriously: “It’s not fear, it’s dislike. I’ve seen it too much, so I dislike it. There’s no contradiction between the two.”
Old Fifth looked at Brother Wei.
When Brother Wei saw that the rain had subsided, he nodded: “Since you are willing to carry her, then carry her. However, you can carry her, but you can’t be slow, or I will have to resort to my own methods.”
Yu Zhuyin chuckled, too lazy to reason with these people. After the handcuffs were unlocked, she took Jiang Nanshu’s hand, saying, “I’ll carry you on my back. You can’t walk in your current condition.”
Jiang Nanshu lowered her head.
She actually felt that this baby wouldn’t survive.
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t heartbroken.
The baby had been by her side for almost six months.
She went from being resistant at the beginning to looking forward to it now, even though they would be able to meet in a few months.
She took a deep breath: “I don’t need to—”
“Stop talking nonsense. Get on.”
Yu Zhuyin didn’t give Jiang Nanshu a chance to refuse.
She hoisted her onto her back, trying to hunch her back and avoid touching her stomach: “You’re a bit heavy.”
Yu Zhuyin couldn’t help but make a sarcastic remark.
Jiang Nanshu remained silent.
“Walk faster, or you’ll know what happens.”
Yu Zhuyin gritted her teeth and carried Jiang Nanshu forward.
Her voice was low: “I’m sorry, Jiang Nanshu.”
“What?” Jiang Nanshu was slightly taken aback.
“It’s nothing. I was just being naive. This trip has actually made me grow up a lot. My brother used to protect me too much. Let me tell you a secret: in southern Myanmar, there are basically no newborns.”
Jiang Nanshu leaned against her back, her voice soft: “Why?”
Yu Zhuyin breathed softly: “Because even if they were born, they wouldn’t live long. They don’t support idle people there.”
She paused for a moment, then said in a soft voice, “So I hope your child will be born safely.”
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