"Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door" - Chapter 178, 100 Days

Sun Defu was shot twice by Yan Yu and died after being rushed to the hospital. Cheng Xiaoyu was discharged and attended the court hearing with Yan Yu. Sun Defu had taken a pregnant woman hostage, nearly causing a miscarriage; from any perspective, Yan Yu's actions constituted self-defense. The verdict was unsurprising: Cheng Xiaoyu was an eyewitness, and Yan Yu was ultimately found not guilty. Cheng Xiaoyu, however, was filled with mixed emotions. This was the second time she and Yan Yu had appeared in court regarding Sun Defu's case; he was now dead at Yan Yu's hands, and her daughter was still in an incubator in the hospital, her fate unknown. Both of her pregnancies had ended in tragedy; was it truly her bad luck, a burden she had unjustly placed on Yan Yu?
Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu's daughter stayed in the incubator for over twenty days, experiencing several dangerous moments followed by stabilizations. During this time, Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu truly understood what marriage meant—a couple is one, sharing joys and sorrows, supporting each other through thick and thin. Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but cry every time she saw her tiny daughter with so many instruments and tubes attached to her body. Zhou Dongmei was very worried, saying, "What if you cry like this during your postpartum period and develop health problems later? Besides, she wasn't eating properly; in less than a month, she was thinner than before she was pregnant, unlike other new mothers who were still trying to lose weight." Although Yan Yu often tried to comfort and reassure her, Cheng Xiaoyu, as a mother herself, couldn't focus on her health if her daughter wasn't doing well. Finally, the little one showed great resilience. Although still much weaker than other babies, her vital signs gradually stabilized. After being transferred from the incubator to a warm bed, Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu finally held their baby for the first time. So soft, so small, so cute, looking like both him and her, they felt they couldn't get enough of holding either of them.
Two months later, the baby was finally discharged from the hospital. Grandparents and maternal grandparents all came to pick her up that day. The baby was wearing an adorable pink outfit and a little hat knitted by Zhou Dongmei; she looked absolutely cute. The baby was carried into the nursery her father had carefully prepared for her. Lying in her crib, her big, dark eyes darted around excitedly, and her little fists pounded excitedly. Snoopy slipped in through the crack in the door, raised its chubby little face, and stared wide-eyed at the baby in the crib decorated with beautiful vines and flowers. Humans, such tiny humans, even smaller than itself—it's truly amazing!
The baby is growing more and more beautiful and adorable. Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu cherish her more than a treasure. However, the baby's health is still very weak. That day, Cheng Xiaoyu only held her and sat by the small flower bed downstairs for a while. Her original intention was to let the child experience the outside world, but the baby coughed for several days in a row, which caused Yan's mother to complain a lot.
Yan Yu discussed with Cheng Xiaoyu what name to give their child. Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I thought of a name when I was pregnant with her. Regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, I'll choose a name with the character 'shuang' (双, meaning double). What do you think?"
Yan Yu said, "Yan Shuang? Hmm... Yan Shuangshuang sounds better, don't you think?"
Cheng Xiaoyu read it aloud as well, "Yan Shuangshuang." Then she smiled and said, "It sounds nice. And the name Shuangshuang is auspicious for a girl."
The name Yan Shuangshuang was thus decided. Her parents squatted in front of her crib, smiling and calling her Shuangshuang, Shuangshuang. Little Shuangshuang didn't know they were calling her yet; she just drooled and giggled as she sucked her fingers.
When Yan Shuangshuang turned 100 days old, they wanted to take commemorative photos. Yan Yu was worried his precious daughter would catch a cold if she went out, so he simply asked a photo studio to bring clothes, cameras, and a backdrop to his house. A three-month-old baby can't be photographed sitting or lying down; she can only lie on her stomach or prone. Cheng Xiaoyu was in charge of playing with Shuangshuang's favorite little flower drum to capture her lively expressions, while Yan Yu was responsible for picking out clothes he liked from the wardrobe for Shuangshuang to wear. Lying on the bed, Yan Shuangshuang looked at her mother in front of her, waving her little arms and making "ah ah" sounds. Her purple princess dress had been slicked up to below her chest. Cheng Xiaoyu bent down and laughed, "Baby, you're showing your nipples."
Yan Yu quickly straightened Yan Shuangshuang's clothes, "Cheng Xiaoyu, don't laugh at my daughter."
After taking photos of Yan Shuangshuang in the afternoon, the photo studio staff took them back to make an album. Cheng Xiaoyu wrapped Shuangshuang up tightly in a small blanket and put her in Yan Yu's car. The family headed to the Yan family's old house. Yan Yan's family had already returned to Hecheng. The Yan and Cheng families had a happy meal together. Little Shuangshuang was naturally the star; every smile, wave, and step drew admiring glances. At the dinner table, Yan's father said that Shuangshuang was already three months old, and their wedding should be held soon. The conversation then turned to the wedding, with everyone discussing which hotel to book, what to buy, and which property to choose as their new home. Cheng Xiaoyu simply smiled at Yan Yu, and Yan Yu felt joy in his heart as well. Although Mrs. Yan had a deep prejudice against Cheng Xiaoyu, she couldn't help but like her beautiful and lovely granddaughter. Moreover, Cheng Xiaoyu was generally obedient to her. Besides, her son's wedding had to be a grand and enviable affair, so as not to embarrass the Yan family. Therefore, she began to plan it with great enthusiasm.
When they got home that evening, Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoyu played with the child for a while longer. Around eight o'clock, both of them started yawning. Cheng Xiaoyu kissed her little face and asked the nanny to take her to the children's room to sleep. She and Yan Yu went back to the bedroom and discussed for a few more minutes where to take their wedding photos and how they could book hotels months in advance. Then Cheng Xiaoyu took her pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
When Cheng Xiaoyu came out of the shower, she saw that Yan Yu wasn't using the computer or reading as usual, but standing by the window with the window open, seemingly looking at something. Cheng Xiaoyu walked over and hugged Yan Yu from behind, rubbing her face against his back. "What are you doing?"
Yan Yu remained silent.
"Hmm? I'm asking you."
Yan Yu said, "Xiaoyu, is there something you're hiding from me?"
Cheng Xiaoyu was taken aback, released her arms from Yan Yu's waist and said, "Why do you ask that?"
Yan Yu turned back to him, "You actually know the truth about how Bei Mingcheng died, don't you?"
On the day of the incident, Cheng Xiaoyu cried in his arms, saying that she had bled just as much last time, and then the doctor said the baby couldn't be kept. After the C-section, Cheng Xiaoyu woke up very emotionally, saying she dreamed of Bei Mingcheng, and that the baby was definitely gone. At the time, Yan Yu was also in a state of confusion and didn't have time to think about so much, but afterwards, he couldn't help but have doubts. The night before, Cheng Xiaoyu had clearly promised him that she would go to the hospital with him the next day, so how could she go directly to the hospital with Chu Chen the next day to have an abortion? Yan Yu thought he knew Cheng Xiaoyu fairly well; she wasn't such a heartless person. When Yan Yu saw the abortion receipt, he was almost driven mad with anger, and he couldn't have thought of so much. Now, recalling what Cheng Xiaoyu had said, Yan Yu felt more and more uneasy. But his baby was still in the hospital, and his condition was changing every day. Yan Yu was so busy that he couldn't eat or sleep, wishing he could have two people, one to accompany Cheng Xiaoyu and the other to accompany his precious daughter. He had no time to care about anything else. Only after returning home and settling down, and with the baby's health gradually improving, did Yan Yu ask someone to investigate Bei Mingcheng's case. Just now, while Cheng Xiaoyu was taking a shower, his friend called him, saying that information about Bei Mingcheng's case wasn't in the ordinary criminal case files, making it difficult to find specific details. All he could find was that Bei Mingcheng died from a gunshot wound to the back of his head in the early morning of December 25th, and the killer was named Chu Chen. However, no information about Chu Chen could be found in the criminal records, indicating he was acquitted. Yan Yu was stunned upon hearing this. How could the timing be so coincidental? Could the events of that year really be related to Bei Mingcheng? And if so, what kind of relationship would it be?
With the Yan family's connections in Rongcheng, Yan Yu could have found out the truth of the case, but after standing by the window for a while, he decided to ask Cheng Xiaoyu in person. They were husband and wife, and no matter what it was, he wanted to hear her tell him.
After hearing Yan Yu's words, Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why did you ask that?"
“When you woke up after your C-section, you said you dreamed about Bei Mingcheng, which I found strange. Later, I asked a friend to check, and it turns out that the day Bei Mingcheng died was the same day you had your abortion. Is there something you're hiding from me? I hope you'll tell me.”
Cheng Xiaoyu remained silent for a while before saying, "I do have something I'm hiding from you. You might not believe me now, but although I've been keeping it from you, I've always wanted to tell you, but I haven't been able to find the right time, and it's hard for me to say it."
Yan Yu felt a tightness in his throat. This Cheng Xiaoyu always managed to give him a "surprise" when he let his guard down. Yan Yu said, "What is it? Tell me."
“You’ll be very angry if you find out about this, but I hope you can remember that everything is in the past. We’re together now, and we still have Shuangshuang.”
Yan Yu frowned and said, "Just tell me what's on your mind. As long as you don't lie to me, I promise I'll listen as calmly as possible."
Cheng Xiaoyu swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke, "After you left on Christmas night, I couldn't sleep at all. Then I suddenly remembered that pharmacies usually sell pregnancy tests, and I couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to go to the 24-hour pharmacy not far from the entrance of the community to buy one. It was snowing heavily that night, and I was walking forward with my head down, holding an umbrella. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the head from behind, and everything went black. When I woke up, I found myself tied to a bed in a strange room. There was someone sitting in the room—it was Bei Mingcheng. He said I didn't know what was good for me and that he would show me what he was capable of. Then… he raped me."
Yan Yu's face turned pale. "What did you say?!"
Cheng Xiaoyu sniffed. "Let me finish. After that, my stomach hurt a lot, and I felt like I was bleeding. I begged Bei Mingcheng to let me go, saying I was pregnant, but that bastard ignored me. I don't remember how long that lasted, but I felt like I was dying. Then Chu Chen came. He killed Bei Mingcheng and took me to the hospital. The doctor said the fetus couldn't be kept, and I had to... I had to abort it." Cheng Xiaoyu's voice choked up even more as she spoke. She stopped Yan Yu from continuing, "You probably don't understand how Chu Chen found me. I asked him about it later. It turns out that after your father's illness was reported in the newspaper, Chu Chen was afraid I would suddenly disappear again, so he invited me to dinner and asked what I planned to do. Then, when I wasn't paying attention, he sent a tracking system to my phone. It's fortunate he did that, otherwise I might not have survived that night. That's basically what happened. I've kept it from you for so many years, and it hasn't been easy for me either. I wanted to tell you, but in the end, you're the one who has to ask me."

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