Wang Ci paused. “Fengguang… you didn’t know you were pregnant?”
Fengguang said nothing.
A sudden sense of dread struck Wang Ci. She had always prided herself on being sharp and composed, yet she had carelessly spoken at the worst possible moment. She quickly said, “Fengguang, don’t worry. This child will absolutely not affect your life in any way. Soon, it will be gone… You’ll still be the carefree young miss of the Xia family. No one will ever know…”
“I’m going to give birth to this child.”
Wang Ci froze for a moment, almost unable to believe what she had heard. “What did you say?”
“I said I’m going to have this baby.” Fengguang’s expression was unwavering. It was rare for her to show such firmness in front of her parents.
Wang Ci only assumed her daughter was being overly kindhearted, and she gently tried to persuade her. “Fengguang, it hasn’t even developed into a person yet. And… and this child is only the result of a rapist’s crime. You don’t need to think of it as a life, and you absolutely don’t need to feel guilty. Your life is still so long ahead of you. This is only a small stain that can be erased. Trust your father and me—we can protect you.”
Fengguang smiled softly. “Mom, I know you and Dad will protect me. But this child… I’m definitely going to keep him.”
“You can’t do this!” Wang Ci’s emotions finally snapped. These past days of worrying over her daughter had nearly driven her mad, and now Fengguang’s refusal to cooperate pushed her completely over the edge.
Her voice rose sharply.
“Fengguang, do you understand what giving birth to this child means? Being laughed at by other people is the least of it! Every time you look at this child, you’ll be reminded of those days you were imprisoned there. By then… it’ll become a lifetime of torment for you. Do you understand?”
Wang Ci was considering everything from the perspective of a mother. Yes, the child in Fengguang’s womb was also related to her by blood, but compared to Fengguang, that unseen embryo—which could barely even be called a person yet—was insignificant.
“It won’t…” Fengguang embraced her mother, who was on the verge of breaking down, and smiled gently. “This child isn’t a sin. He’s the greatest gift fate has ever given me.”
Qi Wei was gone…
And this was the only thing he had left behind for her.
And she knew that even if Qi Wei were still alive and standing beside her, she still would never give up this child.
Wang Ci suddenly choked back a sob. “Have you ever thought about… how you’re supposed to get married in the future if you have this child?”
“Mom, I think…” Fengguang wiped the tears from her mother’s face. “I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to marry anyone again in this lifetime. So just let me raise this child properly.”
Qi Wei was dead, yet she still had not been transported out of this world. She thought it must be because of the child.
She would give birth to this baby safely, and she would raise him well.
She would never abandon this child.
It was as simple as that.
That evening, Xia Chao returned home from the company. Seeing that Fengguang had finally woken up, he was just as overjoyed as Wang Ci had been. But when he heard that Fengguang intended to keep the rapist’s child, he was equally furious.
“I heard from Lu Heng that that man was mentally ill. Have you ever thought about what would happen if this child inherited his illness?”
Fengguang calmly drank a glass of milk.
“If that really happens,” she said evenly, “then I’ll personally lock this child away myself.”