At five o'clock in the hospital.

"Doctor Cheng, and all the beautiful ladies, I'll get off work first." After waving goodbye to everyone with a smile, the little nurse turned around and walked towards the elevator.

"Look at her impatient face. It will take her three minutes to get off work."

"He has a boyfriend of 24 years of filial piety downstairs. How can he not be anxious?"

"The girl who is nourished by love is happy!"

The medical staff in the office chatted and laughed as they talked. Cheng drawing wrote down the last line of medical journal with a smile and closed the notebook.

A girl who was nourished by love was indeed the happiest.

"Xiao Tu, are you going to sing karaoke with us?" Little Song asked with a smile.

In fact, everyone knew that Cheng drawing had no time, because she had to go to another department to take care of the vegetable mother after work every day, or go home to accompany her husband.

Sure enough, Yan Ruhua shook her head and said with a smile, "I won't go. You guys have fun."

"Hey? Isn't that the BMW in the little painter?" Xiaojing, who was standing on the windowsill, suddenly shouted. Her colleagues went over to her and stretched out their necks, saying with a smile, "It's true, the little painter's carriage."

"Alas, another happy woman who has been nourished by love." Little Song sighed with an ambiguous look.

Cheng drawing walked to the window in surprise and looked down. Sure enough, she saw her husband Lin Yuan's car parked downstairs. There was a sweet smile on her pretty face. She quickly folded the belt and packed up her things before leaving the office under the envious gaze of her colleagues.

Lin Yuan rarely came to the hospital to pick her up from work, so when she heard her colleagues say that Lin Yuan's BMW was downstairs, she almost couldn't believe it.

Lin Yuan's BMW was parked in front of the hospital building. Cheng Tianhua happily opened the door of the front passenger seat and got in. He looked sideways at Lin Yuan and asked, "Why are you free to pick me up today?"

"Today is the third day of our marriage. We'll treat you to seafood." Lin Yuan turned his head and glanced at her. The smile on his handsome face was a little stiff.

Marriage was three years old. Yes, he would forget about it if he didn't tell her.

She didn't expect that he, who had always been indifferent to her, still remembered their wedding day. Was this a good start?

Finally, when he saw the bright moon in Yun Kai's eyes, Cheng drawing suddenly became full of confidence in his future days.

The car drove away from the busy market and headed for the direction of Dawan. While Cheng drawing was still imagining the future, the car turned right less than a kilometer away from Dawan and drove on another path.

She looked around and was about to ask something when Lin Yuan stepped on the brake and stopped the car in front of a dilapidated factory. He untied his seat belt and got out.

Cheng drawing hesitated and did not follow her.

The environment here was dilapidated and sparsely populated. Just by looking at it, one would feel uneasy.

At this moment, a woman's terrified scream came from above his head. "Yuan, come and save me, save me... I'm so scared..."

Cheng drawing looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a man and a woman standing in front of a broken wall on the second floor. The woman was as beautiful as a flower and had a slim figure. Her beautiful little face lost its color due to fear.

The man was tall and thin, with a face full of hostility. At this moment, he was circling an arm around the woman's neck, and holding a sharp fruit knife in one hand. The blade was against the woman's slender neck, looking as if it could be dangerous at any time.

"Yuan..." The woman cried and her makeup was ruined. She was trembling all over, which made people feel sorry for her.

Cheng drawing, the woman named Feng Jing, had seen her before. Moreover, it was more than once that Lin Yuan had abandoned her, his legal wife, and openly married her.

In the past three years, Feng Jing had never left Lin Yuan's life.

However, she did not understand what was going on today. Had the mistress been kidnapped? Had her husband brought her here to plead with the kidnappers?

She was just a weak woman. What could she do?

Lin Yuan, who had a cold expression on his face, said, "As I said, Xiaojing is pregnant. You'd better not touch her."

"She's pregnant..."

Tian Tu's brain went blank with a boom.

Feng Jing was pregnant and was pregnant with her husband's child?

"I've also said that if you want her to be safe, you either take five million now or trade your wife for it." The man upstairs threw out a sentence fiercely.

As her brain was still in a mess, the door beside her suddenly opened, and her body was pulled out of the carriage. Lin Yuan pulled her into his arms, and his mouth was close to her ear. He said in a tough and cold voice, "Jing is pregnant. This is something you can't do. If you want to continue to be the young mistress of the Lin family and get a penny from me, then get on here immediately and replace her."

Lin Yuan waved his arm and pointed at a similarly dilapidated staircase.

Tian Tu stared at him in a daze. Clearly, he could not believe what he had just heard.

This man was called Lin Yuan. Since her husband had asked her to replace the mistress upstairs?

His heart went cold in an instant.

Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.

She knew that Lin Yuan didn't love her and was even annoyed with her. But she was his real wife, wasn't she? A couple for a day and a hundred days, wasn't it?

How could he be so heartless?

"Go!" He urged her anxiously.

How much was he worried about his woman?

Thinking of the honorable throne of the Young Madam of the Lin family and his mother in the hospital bed, Tian Tu looked up and blinked his eyes, forcing the tears back to his eyes. Then he stepped forward and carefully walked to the stairs leading to the second floor.

Obviously, the man upstairs did not expect that Lin Yuan would really trade his wife for a mistress. He was so shocked that he was speechless. He looked at the painting a few meters away, then at Feng Jing in his arms, and finally let go of Feng Jing.

Heavenly Painting was held hostage by the man and did not dare to move.

There was a man's violent shout in her ear, Mr. Lin! I will only give you one night. If you don't bring five million yuan before dawn, just wait to collect your wife's body...

What responded to him was the sound of the BMW's engine leaving quickly.

Looking at the direction in which the car left, Heavenly Painting smiled desperately.

Five million was a small sum of money that Lin's Group could easily take out, but Lin Yuan would rather trade her safety for Feng Jing's.

"What are you laughing at?" The kidnapper seemed to realize that he had done something wrong and threw the painting to the ground angrily.

Heavenly Painting got up from the ground and sat on the dusty floor, looking at him. "I'm laughing at you. You're too stupid."

"What do you mean?" The kidnapper frowned.

"Don't you see it? Lin Yuan doesn't care about my life at all. When I die, he can marry Feng Jing and live happily with the family of three."

"You..." The kidnapper leaned over angrily and grabbed her clothes, rudely lifting her up from the ground.

Heavenly Painting still sneered. "He won't give us the money. If he still has a little conscience, he will call the police immediately and ask the police to save me. As for whether you want to kill him or let him go, he doesn't care."

"I'll kill you now!" The kidnapper raised his knife.

"Then you won't get anything." Heavenly Painting stared at him arrogantly. "If you kill me, the police will punish you in the whole city. At that time, not only will you not be able to get the money, but the law will also ask you to pay me with your life. It's not worth it at all. It's better for me to pay you 200,000 yuan. If you let me go, I'll take it as if I'm buying my own life."

"Two hundred thousand? You wish!"

"My humble life is worth it. If you don't want to, then kill me."

Staring at the calm Heavenly Painting, the kidnapper was a little shaken.

He had seen Lin Yuan's attitude towards Heavenly Painting just now. When he left with Feng Jing, he didn't even give her an explanation. He didn't care about the life and death of Heavenly Painting at all.

At this moment, there was a sudden siren coming from the distance.

The kidnapper cursed in a low voice, threw down the Heavenly Painting, and turned to escape.

He ran a few steps, turned around, and pointed at the painting with his index finger. "Two hundred thousand, remember it well."

As soon as the kidnapper left, Tian Tu, who had been pretending to be calm, suddenly felt weak in his legs and collapsed on the cold ground.

Heavenly Painting was brought back to the city by the police. She made a record in the police station for more than an hour before she finally regained her freedom.

It was almost nine o'clock. At this time, she only felt cold and hungry for dinner. She waved to stop a car on the side of the road and walked in the direction of home.

The Lin's Villa was brightly lit. From a distance, Lin Ting said in a disgusted voice, "Mom, as you can see, Cheng drawing is a hen who doesn't know how to lay eggs. Why don't you let me divorce her?"

"Tianhua is still young. Give her some more time." It was Mrs. Lin's voice.

"It's been three years."

"Shh..." Mrs. Lin saw Heavenly Painting coming in and hurriedly made a gesture to stop Lin Ting.

Heavenly Painting was used to this kind of discussion. She tried to squeeze out a polite smile and greeted the two people on the sofa, "Mom, Tingting, I'm back."

Lin Ting glanced at her and turned her face away coldly.

Mrs. Lin looked at Heavenly Painting's pale face and asked with concern, "Xiao Tu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

At this time, not only did Heavenly Painting look pale, but her clothes were also dirty and wrinkled. She just wanted to go back to her room to take a hot bath and change into clean clothes.

"Yes, I'm a little uncomfortable. Mom, I'll go up and have a rest first." She lowered her head and walked in the direction of the second floor.

It was not the first time for her to walk so slowly, as if she would never reach the end of the ladder.

Even at the end, it was still emptiness and loneliness, not what she wanted.

The large room was luxurious and exquisite, but it could not warm the cold heart of draw.

Lin Yuan didn't come back as usual. He was probably comforting his little lover wholeheartedly.

She took off her dirty clothes and sank her body into the bathtub filled with hot water. With her eyes closed, what had just happened came back to her mind like a movie.

Lin Yuan said that Feng Jing was pregnant, which was something that she could not do. Her aunt also said that she was a hen that would not have an egg. She also wanted to be pregnant and give birth to a child for Lin Yuan. She wanted to form a complete family. But did Lin Yuan give her a chance?

She had been married for three years, but she was still a virgin. How could she tell such a shameful thing to others?

Yes, Lin Yuan had raised more women than the clothes he wore. However, he did not look directly at her, his real wife, nor did he touch her body. How could she be pregnant?

On the night before their wedding, Lin Yuan held her in his arms and swore that he would love her for the rest of his life. The words he had said to her for the rest of his life had already become a dream.

She stood up from the bathtub, and the opposite mirror reflected her body. Her white and delicate skin, her slender and well-proportioned figure, could be regarded as plump breasts. Each of them was exquisite, but why couldn't it attract her husband's interest?

How deep was Lin Yuan's hatred for her? And where did he come from?