Chapter 300: He Was Back and Suddenly Took Her into His Arms

The helicopter didn't fly as slowly and steadily as a passenger plane. During the takeoff, the morning sickness, which Ji Nuan had been holding, finally broke down. Even if she wanted to ask when Mo Jingshen would go with them, she couldn't do it.

As soon as the helicopter flew up, she ran to the bathroom, held the toilet, and began to vomit. She threw up so much that she knelt by the toilet and lost all her strength.

These days because she was pregnant, she forced herself to eat as much as she could, but still didn't eat much.

Now she had almost thrown up everything she had eaten in the past few days.

She wanted to throw up when she was pinned to the ground by that disgusting man, and she had been putting up with it ever since.

"Mrs. Mo!" Feng Ling had found the spare medical kit from the helicopter. When she turned to see her lying on the edge of the toilet, she reached out to help her.

Ji Nuan was helped out by her and sat in the cabin. Feng Ling took a soft cushion and put it behind her. "Can you hold on? This helicopter is here to pick you up. I'll get you right back. It'll be better when the helicopter lands. Hang on a little longer."

"It's just morning sickness. I'm not sick." Ji Nuan leaned back feebly; her eyes slightly open. "You don't have to send me back personally. I'll wait for them with you. Just do your jobs. You don't have to accompany me."

Looking at her, Feng Ling didn't speak but just took Ji Nuan's hand and quickly put the medicine on the back of her hand. "Is this a scald? How did your hand get scalded like this?"

"I scalded it myself. They set a trap and asked me to bring him food. Whether he ate or not, it would end with the worst result. To avoid this, I spilled a boiling broth on my hands," Ji Nuan said in a low voice.

While applying the medicine on her hands, Feng Ling paused and said with a frown, "Maybe you should have let Mr. Mo decide. He must have had a way to save you and, at the same time, protect himself."

Ji Nuan was silent for a moment before saying, "Yes, he would have handled the problem very well if I had thrown it at him, but I wasn't thinking about it that much, so I did it in the stupidest way possible..."

"It's not stupid. It's probably because you love him so much that you'd rather bear your wounds than let him suffer even a little. Mrs. Mo, you already did a good job." Feng Ling said, taking out a gauze to wrap the wound on her hand. "I've just simply treated your wound. Your wound is too severe. Besides, a pregnant woman can't use too much medicine. When we come back safely, I'll have your wound treated carefully."

Ji Nuan looked up gratefully at Feng Ling. "Thank you."

The helicopter hovered over the center of the camo in the dense forest, neither leaving nor landing, and Ji Nuan finally didn't want to vomit anymore. After closing her eyes to calm down for a moment, she turned and leaned against the open hatch with Feng Ling, looking down.

The helicopter didn't fly very high, so she could see the panicking crowd in the camp controlled by the police, but didn't see Nan Heng, Mo Jingshen, Aqib, or Dali. She suddenly caught a glimpse of the old woman who was lying beside the tent. The old woman remained motionless. She didn't know whether the old woman had fainted or been hit by a stray bullet.

Ji Nuan paused. The old woman had followed Aqib for years. She didn't know whether she was a maid or a relative of Aqib, but at least these days the old woman gave her clothes to wear, helped her bandage her hand, and protected her. Although she also knew that the old woman wanted to force her to stay here to take over her job because she was too sick to work or cook.

Despite her selfish motives, Ji Nuan might have been humiliated or faced with a more difficult situation if it had not been for the occasional help from the old lady.

"Feng Ling, do you see the old woman beside the tent?" Ji Nuan asked.

Feng Ling looked down. "Yes."

"What's wrong with her?"

"She is dead. The gangsters shot at random, and she was killed by their own men."

There was a moment of silence.

Ji Nuan turned back and leaned against the cabin, no longer looking down. After a short silence, she said in a husky voice, "If these people can keep their body complete, please tell them to bury this old woman."

Feng Ling didn't ask. She looked at Ji Nuan's dirty, bloodstained white dress, and guessed that it must be the old woman's.

"All right."

After a while, there was a sudden commotion below. There would certainly be no shortage of casualties on either side. She couldn't bear to see it anymore, so she raised her hand to cover her stomach, which had been convulsing, and sat quietly there.

"Mrs. Mo, let's go back?"

"I'll wait for him here," Ji Nuan insisted.

At this height, it was already a safe distance from the ground and would not affect anyone below, so Feng Ling respected the choice of Ji Nuan. If she insisted to stay here to accompany Mr. Mo, Feng Ling wouldn't reject her, as long her body could stand it. After all, it was simply tortured for a pregnant woman like her to sit in this helicopter with the hatch open.

After a long time.

Ji Nuan had been sitting in the cabin, listening to the whirring propeller sound, but it gave her a great sense of security. She had escaped from the camp where she was almost killed, and Mo Jingshen had joined Nan Heng, so her mood gradually relaxed.

She tried not to listen to what was happening below. Even if she heard something, she could only pretend to be watching a war movie. Otherwise, facing up to this gory scene, she would have nightmares.

She gradually fell asleep. As time went by, the sun moved from the east and then to the west. Suddenly, she felt a slight bump in the helicopter.

Ji Nuan suddenly opened her eyes. At the moment she turned her head, she heard Feng Ling said, "Mrs. Mo, we've landed now."

"Okay." Ji Nuan nodded.

The cabin door had been shut. No wonder she slept like a log.

Just then, Feng Ling suddenly opened the cabin door again, and Ji Nuan heard her said, "Mr. Mo is back."

Ji Nuan who was leaning against the wall froze. She jerked her head to look at the cabin door, lunged to her feet, and rushed forward. She pounced over before Feng Ling had the time to support her, and the tall black figure, which had just come up from the outside, suddenly took her into his arms—