Huang Jinjin regained her composure. She walked up to Chen Miao and bowed deeply.
"Mr. Chen, thank you."
"It was no trouble, but..."
Chen Miao looked at Huang Jinjin and, after a moment's thought, asked, "Have you ever dealt with anyone like me before?"
Huang Jinjin paused, then shook her head.
"No, you're the first person I've met in this line of work. But my grandfather invites people over every year to check the Feng Shui and things like that. Does that count?"
Chen Miao shook his head.
"There's something I'd like to ask you about your baby... When you lost the baby, had it not yet taken shape?"
Huang Jinjin froze.
Only after a long silence did she tell him what had happened.
At the time, Huang Jinjin had been over seven months pregnant. Her belly had already grown large, so the baby could not possibly have been unformed.
That day, she had suddenly suffered abdominal pain. When she went to the hospital, the examination showed that the fetus had died in the womb.
Repeated examinations all produced the same result.
In the end, they had no choice but to induce labor.
But what no one had expected was that, after the induction, what came out was nothing but a puddle of bloody fluid!
Huang Jinjin's husband, who had only recently registered their marriage and planned to hold the wedding after the baby was born, believed that she had caused it all by eating things she should not have.
On top of that, Huang Jinjin had been short-tempered during her pregnancy and had talked about getting an abortion. Her husband therefore believed that everything had happened because she did not want the baby.
Once Huang Jinjin recovered physically, she divorced him outright.
After that, Huang Jinjin stopped caring about