Chapter 6: The Scumbag’s White Moonlight Miscarried and Had Massive Bleeding

As soon as she heard those words, Tong Caihe broke out in a cold sweat. Her heart was pounding uncontrollably, and she felt so guilty she couldn’t even meet Lin Jianxue’s gaze.

She knew very well—leaving now would definitely raise suspicions among the Lin family.

She’d always played the role of a warm-hearted, understanding mother-in-law in front of them.

How could she, at this critical moment, abandon Shen Wu, who was in labor, to go care for a stranger?

Especially now—Lin Jianxue might still be smiling, but those eyes of hers looked as though they could see right through her. The longer Tong Caihe met her gaze, the more uneasy she felt, with cold sweat dripping down her back.

She quickly averted her eyes, forced a dry laugh, and said, “Yes, yes, Jianxue is right. Of course, Shen Wu is the priority.”

Then she turned to the elderly woman and said, “I’m tied up here. You’ll have to hold off for now.”

She paused, then shot the old woman a quick look, silently signaling:
“If it’s really serious, call her an ambulance! I’m busy. Just go back already!”

With that, she gave the old woman a hard push, urging her to leave.

The elderly woman staggered, nearly falling.

Still muttering in dialect, she clung to Tong Caihe’s arm, clearly desperate for her to come back with her.

Though Lin Jianxue couldn’t understand the dialect, she could clearly see the urgency in the woman’s gestures—and the way Tong Caihe and Jiang Yubai’s faces were growing paler by the second.

But since Jianxue was right there, neither dared say much. They just kept trying to get the old woman to leave.

In the end, Tong Caihe nearly shoved the woman out of the hospital.

The old lady looked back repeatedly as she left, mumbling all the while, clearly worried but helpless.

Once her figure disappeared down the hallway, Lin Jianxue sweetly linked arms with Jiang Yubai.

“Yubai, my mom’s still in labor—we should go back. This isn’t really our business, is it? You can’t let every little thing fall on your shoulders. You should know what matters most.”

“Yes, yes, Jianxue is right.”

Tong Caihe forced a smile uglier than a cry, awkwardly echoing her words.

She then sneaked a glance at her son, who looked visibly pale.

The mother and son exchanged a look—both filled with deep anxiety and unease.

Seeing their expressions—like they couldn’t wait to sprout wings and fly out of the hospital—Lin Jianxue sneered inwardly.

But on the surface, she continued to smile sweetly, as though she noticed nothing.

For the rest of the time, Jiang Yubai and Tong Caihe were visibly restless and fidgety.

They stood, sat, paced—glancing at the delivery room door again and again.

Lin Qiufeng thought they were simply worried about Shen Wu, and felt quite moved.

He walked over, patted Jiang Yubai on the shoulder, and comforted him, “Don’t worry, Yubai. Your Auntie Shen is strong—she’ll be fine.”

Jiang Yubai forced a smile and nodded. “Mm, I know. Dad, don’t worry either.”

Tong Caihe quickly added, “Yes, yes, Qiufeng. Shen Wu is blessed—both she and the baby will be fine!”

But no matter how much they smiled, it all looked stiff and unnatural.

At midnight, the delivery room door finally opened.

A doctor wheeled Shen Wu out on a gurney, with a nurse holding a crying baby boy in her arms.

“Congratulations! Both mother and child are safe! Six pounds, two ounces—a healthy boy!” the nurse said cheerfully.

“Mom!”

Lin Jianxue rushed over, eyes locked on Shen Wu.

In her previous life, her mother had nearly died from postpartum hemorrhage. She had looked like a shell of herself—so weak she could barely speak.

But now, although her mother’s face was pale and her forehead slick with sweat, she looked alert and spirited.

Lin Jianxue’s anxious heart finally settled.

Lin Qiufeng quickly came forward, gripped Shen Wu’s hand tightly, his eyes red and voice choked:
“Ah Wu, thank you… thank you so much…”

Shen Wu shook her head gently, returned his grip with a faint smile.

The nurse carefully placed the baby into Shen Wu’s arms. “Such a handsome little guy! Looks just like his mom. I’ve never seen such a pretty baby before!”

Lin Jianxue leaned in to look.

In her past life, her baby brother had died shortly after birth—he hadn’t even cried properly. He’d been blue and lifeless, starved of oxygen in the womb.

But now, the little one lay quietly in Shen Wu’s arms, breathing steadily. His face was rosy and healthy.

Seeing both her mother and brother safe, Lin Jianxue exhaled deeply. It felt like a huge weight had finally been lifted from her chest.

This time, she’d truly changed the past—and rewritten the fate of her mother and brother.

She slowly lifted her gaze and looked toward Jiang Yubai and Tong Caihe.

They stood there frozen, staring in disbelief at the baby in Shen Wu’s arms.

Jiang Yubai was still trying to keep a calm face, though his eyes were clearly unsettled.

Tong Caihe, however, couldn’t even maintain her expression. Her smile froze, her eyes bulged like they were about to pop out, and her jaw hung open in utter shock.

How?!

She had made Shen Wu drink so much of that “special” chicken soup. How could she still give birth safely?

And not only that—the baby looked perfectly healthy!

Tong Caihe’s mind buzzed, completely blank.

“Yubai,” Lin Jianxue suddenly raised her voice sweetly, “Come take a look—my baby brother is so cute!”

Jiang Yubai snapped back to his senses, forcing a smile. “Very cute. You two really look alike.”

“Of course! We’re real siblings!”

Lin Jianxue looked at Jiang Yubai’s fake smile and found it laughable.

Soon after, the family happily helped Shen Wu into her recovery room.

The nurse assisted her, explaining how to breastfeed the baby.

Lin Qiufeng was bustling around—pouring water for Shen Wu, tucking in her blankets—busy but clearly joyful.

Just then, a piercing ambulance siren rang out from outside the window.

Lin Jianxue instinctively looked outside.

Through the hospital window, she saw a white ambulance, lights flashing red and blue, speed into the ER entrance and brake sharply.

With a swish, the door opened. Several nurses and doctors jumped out and quickly unloaded a stretcher.

A woman lay on it, covered with a white sheet—soaked in blood. The sheer amount of red was shocking.

Wherever the stretcher passed, a long trail of blood was left behind—glaring and horrific against the cold hospital tiles.

Even from a distance, Lin Jianxue immediately recognized the woman.

Even if she turned to dust, she’d still recognize her.

It was Jiang Yuning.

Right then, Jiang Yubai was standing next to Lin Jianxue, carefully peeling an apple with a small fruit knife.

When he heard the commotion, he instinctively looked out the window.

The moment his gaze landed on the blood-soaked figure on the stretcher, his pupils shrank violently, and his hand trembled.

“Tss—”

The sharp blade sliced his finger. Bright red blood immediately welled up.

“Aiya! Yubai, how could you be so careless?” Lin Jianxue exclaimed, pretending to be concerned.

“Huh? Oh… I’m fine.”

Jiang Yubai lowered his head, flustered, trying to hide his shaken expression. He tucked his injured hand behind his back and clumsily wiped the blood away with a tissue.

“How could you be so clumsy?” Lin Jianxue gave him a playful scolding, then walked out to get some disinfectant and cotton swabs.

“Here, let me clean and bandage it for you.”

As she dabbed the purple antiseptic onto his wound, Jiang Yubai winced slightly in pain—but his eyes never left the window.

Lin Jianxue noticed everything. As she tended to his cut, she casually said:

“That woman outside—so pitiful. Did you see all that blood? I wonder what happened? She looked pretty young too… do you think she’ll make it?”