"Yan... Be more gentle... You'll wake our son."
After getting off the plane in the morning, Jian Xia received a message from the maid at home that her son had been diagnosed with acute pneumonia. She could not bother with anything else ever since, and she quickly rushed over to the hospital.
Arriving outside the ward, her hand was on the doorknob when she heard an enticing female voice from inside.
She was startled, and she stood outside of the ward, dumbfounded.
"So what? He has a high fever of 40 degrees. We won't wake him up so easily."
The other voice from inside the ward was too familiar to Jian Xia, and she felt like she was struck by lightning when she heard the conversation. She shivered a little.
"You're so irritating!"
"Irritating!? Don't you like it when I'm working harder on you?"
"Hmm... When will Jian Xia return to the country?"
"She has an important meeting overseas, and I doubt she will be back that soon. Don't worry. You just have to be here with my son and me. I've told the doctors and nurses to help us keep a secret."
"Okay... Ah... Be gentle!"
Hearing the moans and panting sounds from inside, Jian Xia silently clenched her fist.
There was one thing that confused her. She was pregnant for eight months before risking her life by giving birth to her son, but Yan Yiru mentioned that it was her son instead.
Jian Xia felt like rushing into the ward to question her husband for three years and her childhood best friend. She wanted to know what was going on.
However, she felt like her feet were cemented, and she could not move an inch.
"Leng Yan, what if Jian Xia finds out that the son she has been spending time with was not even hers, to begin with? Also, how would she react if she knew she gave birth to a daughter instead?"
Daughter?
Since when Jian Xia gave birth to a daughter?
Jian Xia furrowed her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes.
"Hmph!"
A disdainful snort pierced through the air like a blade stabbing into Jian Xia's ears and heart.
"We can become a family of three like we always were when she finally loses her mind."
Immediately after, all the reasons in her brain and mind had dissipated.
Jian Xia finally could not stay back anymore.
She had lost it!
Bang!
The loud noise made Leng Yan and Yan Yiru bounce away from the couch. They hurriedly put back on their clothes.
"Jian Xia, you..." Yan Yiru widened her eyes in shock when she saw who it was that rushed into the ward.
Slap!
Before Yan Yiru could finish her sentence, Jian Xia rushed up to them. Then, with a wave of her hand, she gave Leng Yan a hard slap across the face.
"Jian Xia, listen to me..."
"Shut up!" Jian Xia roared, "Yan Yiru, get out of here!"
"Jian Xia..." Yan Yiru covered her bare chest with a hand, and she reached out another hand, trying to grab Jian Xia. "Jian Xia, this is not what you thought. Leng Yan and I..."
"Not what I thought?"
Jian Xia glanced at Leng Yan, facing her with his back while putting on his pants. She scoffed, with tears brimming in her eyes, and then she shot Yan Yiru a sharp glare. "Yan Yiru, tell me then. What's going on with you and my husband?"
"I... I was here to see Leng Jun, but I accidentally tripped into Leng Yan's arms."
"Really?"
Jian Xia laughed. Yan Yiru looked fragile and feminine, but to Jian Xia, she was no different from a wicked demon. Jian Xia raised her hand, and she was about to slap Yan Yiru.
Her hand was in mid-air when suddenly a big hand grabbed her wrist.
"Jian Xia, that's enough!" Leng Yan roared.
Jian Xia turned around and looked at the angry man standing next to her. She wanted to laugh, but she could not laugh. Instead, tears started rolling down her cheeks. She gaped, trying to muster all her strength before asking, "Leng Yan, why are you doing this?"
Leng Yan narrowed his eyes on her. "Jian Xia, do you think you're in the right place to ask me why? Don't you know what you've done?"
Jian Xia stared at him blankly. She had a lot to say, but she could not find the words to say.
At that moment, she felt like her entire world had collapsed.
"Yan Yiru is my woman, and you'd better not lay a finger on her."
Yan Yiru smirked when she heard what Leng Yan had said. She had never felt this exhilarated.
Jian Xia stopped crying when she looked at Leng Yan. She snickered. "How about my daughter? Where is she?"
Leng Yan and Yan Yiru turned pale when they heard that.
"What daughter? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Leng Yan, you basterd!"
Jian Xia was in despair. She tried to wrestle her arm away from Leng Yan's grasp, but Leng Yan tightened his grip around her, and then he tossed her out with all his strength.
Jian Xia's forehead hit heavily in the corner of the coffee table. Warm liquid started seeping through the wound.
Leng Yan sneered at that sight. "Even if I'm a basterd, you still did everything for me, didn't you?"
"Mommy..." The kid on the patient's bed was finally stirred awake by the noise. "Mommy..."
Jian Xia struggled to support herself from the ground. She glanced at the bed, and she lifted the corners of her lips.
She reached out her hand, trying to hold the child, but her vision gradually became blurred...
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