The Blessed (Book 1)

101. Miscarriage; More Vicious Thing

When Yan Shengrui and Ling Jingxuan arrived, the house was already crowded with onlookers outside, also a lot in the yard, including people from the old Ling family, including Ling Jingwei, the village head, and a few elders. People’s noisy discussing sound was mixed with some screams and howling, like some people were arguing about something. Ling Jingxuan’s heart sank. Having no mood to care about so much, after Yan Shengrui made a way among the crowd for him, he directly elbowed through.

“Ling Jingxuan! You still have the guts to come? You are not welcomed here…”

“Bang!”

Seeing Ling Jingxuan come in, Ling Chengcai who hated him to the bones because of his son’s thing rushed over first, but before he could draw close, Ling Jingxuan cast a glance at him, with a nearly unnoticeable shake of his hand, that tall body fell to the ground, the same scenario with Ling Chenghu last time. Many people gasped on seeing this and simultaneously took a few steps back, only afraid that they would be the next.

“Big brother, our mother…”

Hearing the noise outside, Ling Jingpeng with a pair of swollen eyes rushed out, his voice clearly mixed sobbing. Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan totally ignored those messy people, walked over with a cold face, “What’s wrong with our mother?”

“The doctor said the baby was gone and the matron is decocting herbs for her.”

Ling Jingpeng felt awful and lowered his head, tears dropping. At this time yesterday, they were still immersed in the excitement of the new coming little sister, but today…

I knew it! Ling Jingxuan closed his eyes heartbrokenly. When the kid came to look for him, he had guessed it was likely that something happened to the baby. For the first time, Ling Jingxuan hated his own shrewdness for the first time, and also deeply regretted why he would have decided to wait for a good opportunity. If he had taken out the money earlier, his mother wouldn’t have suffered this.

“Let’s go inside first.”

Knowing he must be very sad now, Yan Shengrui took hold of him on the shoulder. Things had happened, it’s no use to regret or blame himself, and, strictly speaking, this thing had nothing to do with him. Before the family was divided, even if he really took out his money, by the greed of those people, it would be no use, but only leave hidden trouble, which would only make it more difficult to divide the family.

“Hmm.”

Ling Jingxuan opened his eyes and walked into Ling Chenglong yard with only two small rooms. Perhaps because of his ruthless means at the beginning, or maybe because people of old Ling family got stung by conscience, this time no one stopped him, even the stroppy old lady fell silent standing behind the old man, it was just that they all didn’t look pleased.

On a big wooden bed lay Lady Wang, frowning, face ghastly pale. Her breath was so weak that you could barely feel any vitality. The disgusting blood smell suffused the whole room. By the bedside, Ling Chenglong was sitting there dully, with Ling Jinghan standing behind, lips tightly pressed. Next to them was an old man, with chrysanthemum-like wrinkles all over the face, from which one could tell he was quite aged.

“Mom.”

Lady Wang was a very traditional village woman, who was hard-working, tough and loved her own children. Although having no big capabilities and sometimes kind of nagging, Ling Jingxuan had always liked her. Because of her, he finally felt what really maternal love is. But now seeing that she was lying in bed, nearly half dead, Ling Jingxuan only blamed himself in the heart. He gently pressed a finger on her impulse. The baby was really gone. And…in the future she could never get pregnant.