002 Isn’t that your daughter?

It was already three days later when Jian Xia woke up.

Turning his head, the midsummer sunlight outside the window was particularly dazzling, and bunches of them pierced into her eyes.

Jian Xia narrowed her eyes slightly with some discomfort. When the scenes before her coma flashed through her mind, tears came out of control in her eyes.

She is not sad! She is just sad!

She fell in love with Leng Yan at the age of 17, married him at the age of 21, and slept in the same bed as him, but he would never touch her.

She thought he had that obstacle, so she hid everyone for him. When he said he wanted a child, she lay on the cold operating table and let the hard steel pipe pierce her and undergo artificial insemination.

Jian Xia remembered clearly that when she was less than eight months pregnant, Leng Yan pushed him off the stairs with his own hands, causing her to give birth prematurely and her life was hanging on the line.

It turns out that all unintentional accidents are all betrayals that have been planned for a long time!

The door of the ward was pushed open from outside at this time.

Jian Xia did not turn her head to look, but raised her hand and quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Fragility and tears have always been the most despised, and Jian Xia understood this very early.

At the door, Leng Yan, who was holding a large bunch of perfume lilies in his hand, saw Jian Xia raising her hand to wipe her tears, paused slightly, and her originally gentle eyes instantly faded away the temperature and became cold.

"You're awake."

I don’t know when the door of the ward was pushed open, and a familiar voice came.

Jian Xia quickly wiped away the fragile tears in the corner of her eyes, turned her head and looked at the door. The husband who had known each other for 13 years, loved her for 7 years, and had been sleeping in the same bed for three years in the name of a husband and wife.

"I don't like perfume lily." Looking at Leng Yan, she smiled extremely calmly, just like the gentle and considerate wife who knew nothing at the time, "I like the stars all over the sky."

It’s a pity that Leng Yan didn’t remember it for so long!

"Don't you like it?" Leng Yan raised his lips coldly, then walked into the ward and threw the lily in his hand into the trash can beside him, "Just throw it away if you don't like it."

Jian Xia smiled and looked into Leng Yan's cold eyes. Inside, she could not see a trace of pity. Even in it, even in disguise, he was disdainful.

"Jian Xia, you are a smart person. You know what to say and what not to say." Leng Yan's condescending voice was very light, but it had a strong sense of threat.

“What else?”

Leng Yan smiled meaningfully, "Your daughter is in my hands. If you want to see her, don't talk to me about any conditions, and don't do anything you shouldn't do!"

Even though his heart was ashamed, at this moment, Jian Xia's heart still stinged hard, and his internal organs were torn and hurt. A fishy and sweet smell stuck in his chest, unable to get up or down.

"Isn't that your daughter?"

Leng Yan looked at Jian Xia so calm and didn't speak. After a long time, he was defeated and staggered his sight.

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open from outside again, and an old couple with silvery temples walked in.

"Xiao Qi, you're awake!"

Hearing the loving voice, Jian Xia quickly blinked and covered the tears in her eyes. At the same time, Leng Yan, who had a cold expression, returned to his former gentle appearance.

"Grandpa, grandma." Leng Yan turned around and called the old couple at the door first.

"Grandma." Jian Xia used both hands to support her body slightly, looked at the door, smiled and called again, "Grandpa."

"A Yan, why don't you help your wife quickly?" The old lady Wang Huilan saw Jian Xia on the hospital bed and asked her to get up, so she quickly instructed her grandson to say.

Leng Yan nodded, turned back and helped Jian Xia.

Jian Xia subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but when she thought of Leng Yan's words just now, and the couple who had loved her for more than ten years, she barely took back her hand that she wanted to push Leng Yan away.

"Xiao Qi, are there any discomfort?" The old man Leng Qirong came to the bedside with a crutch and asked lovingly but majestic.

Jian Xia shook her head, "No, I'm fine anymore! I'm worried about grandparents."

"Ayan said you accidentally tripped, fell down, and fell into a coma, but you scared me, the old woman to death." The old lady said angrily, but her eyes were full of love for Jian Xia.

Jian Xia smiled and lowered her head quickly, "I'm sorry! I was too careless."

"Okay, okay, now that people are awake, it's fine if you're fine. Come and go home with your grandparents."

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"Hehe, Dad, come, come and catch me!"

Back at the Leng family mansion, the car stopped in front of the main building. The servant opened the car door. Jian Yi raised her legs and got out of the car. A crisp sound like a silver bell was heard in her ears.

Looking up in the sound, not far away, a little girl wearing a small floral skirt immediately caught Jian Xia's eyes.

In the midsummer evening, the sun sets, and the golden afterglow spreads over the little girl's shoulders, like a little angel, stepping on the colorful auspicious clouds, reversing the rays of the sky, and running towards Jian Xia.

The little girl who was about the same age as her "son" seemed to have seen her somewhere, and she felt so familiar, but Jian Xia couldn't remember where she had seen her.

Suddenly thinking about something, Jian Xia's heart trembled suddenly, squatted down, and grabbed the little girl's shoulders excitedly, and asked with a trembling voice, "Who is your dad?"

The little girl tilted her head slightly, opened her pair of particularly bright and lively big eyes, and grabbed her delicate eyebrows and looked at Jian Xia in front of her. Her eyes were full of curiosity and exploration.

"My little guy, why are you running around outside alone?" The old lady got out of the car and saw the little granddaughter who was sweating all over the head, and she couldn't help but blamed her dotingly.

"Grandma, I'm not alone, Dad is with me!" As she said that, the little girl pointed under a big tree not far away, "Look!"

Following the direction of the little girl's finger, Jane Xia looked over.

Against the golden light, Jian Xia saw that there was indeed a long and tall figure not far away.

The simplest white stand-up shirt, khaki casual trousers, hand-written in their pockets, stood there leisurely and lazy, motionless, a pair of deep eyes as old wells narrowed slightly, looking at the child's direction, with a corner of his lips, with a curvature that seemed to be there or not.

Calm, elegant, yet cold, and indifferent, out of place with the golden glow behind him.

That was the youngest son of the old man and the old lady, the fourth son of the Leng family, and the fourth master of Leng, who is known to everyone in Huinan City.

Jian Xia lowered her head and hadn't seen her for almost three years. Unexpectedly, Master Leng had already gotten married quietly and came back with a daughter.

"Tingyu, what are you doing? It's so hot that Xiaomili runs sweat all over?" The old lady looked at her young son not far away and blamed her with a stern face.

Leng Tingyu lowered his head and smiled, stepped on his long and straight legs, and walked towards everyone like a wandering stroll.

"Uncle Fourth." Leng Yan, who followed the old man out of the car in the car behind, saw Leng Tingyu walking over, smiled and called respectfully.

Leng Ting curled his lips and his eyes quickly passed by Leng Yan and landed on Jian Xia.

Jian Xia stood up, looked up inadvertently, and her eyes suddenly fell into Leng Tingyu's deep and vast ink eyes like the starry sky.

His breathing suddenly stopped, and Jian Xia quickly lowered his eyes and called out, "Uncle Fourth."

Leng Tingyu nodded lightly and made a "Yes" note from his nose.

"Dad, who is this beautiful sister?" Xiao Mili asked curiously, pulling the corner of Jian Xia's clothes, tilting her round little head.

"It's your sister-in-law Tang." Leng Tingyu looked at his daughter, and his cold eyes instantly felt warm.

"What is Tangsao?" Xiaomili frowned her thin eyebrows, "Can you eat it?"

"Hahaha..." The old man and the old lady were both amused by the cute little granddaughter. The old man went over and picked up Xiao Mili, "Xiao Qi, it is your brother Yan's wife. Brother Yan is your brother Tang, so you have to call Xiao Qi, Sister Tang."

Xiaomi Li pouted and said in a pleasing manner, "Grandpa is called Tang Sao Xiaoqi, can I also call Tang Sao Xiaoqi?"

"What do you think?" the old man asked replies without answering.

"Dad, can I?" Xiaomi Li looked at Leng Tingyu with a consultation. She looked so cute. She looked so tender and tender.

Leng Tingyu smiled and looked deep, looking at Jian Xia, "This depends on your wife Tang's meaning."

Leng Tingyu's low and mellow voice made Jian Xia, who was staring at Xiaomi Li, suddenly come to her senses.

She lowered her head and smiled to hide all the bitterness in her heart, "Yes, just call me Xiaoqi."

If her daughter was by her side at this moment, wouldn’t she be as cute as Xiaomili?
Chapter completed!