After Miss Zhan became Mrs. Zhan

Madam Sheng's face turned pale with fear. This is too pitiful:

"What's going on? How could such a young child have so many injuries? Little boy, was it really your mother who beat you?"

Lin Jingyan nodded while eating a lollipop.

His expression was indifferent, as if it was a common occurrence for his mother to beat her.

Madam Sheng was anxious: "This--, isn't this child abuse?"

Zhan Ruoyin pulled the child to the sofa in the hall, bent down slightly, rubbed his head, and asked him seriously:

"Aren't you afraid? Does your mother beat you often?"

Lin Jingyan recalled it again, it seemed that only on rainy nights would his mother become like a different person, very fierce.

But before his mother gets angry, she will let him hide.

Mom would smash everything in the house. It was terrible.

Lin Jingyan shook his head, and as he thought about it, tears as big as beans fell down. He pouted his lips and cried:

"Woo, woo, woo, don't let it rain. Don't let mom become fierce."

When Zhan Ruoyin saw that the child suddenly started crying without any warning, she quickly hugged the child and gave him some warmth.

"Don't be afraid. It's not raining. Your mother hasn't become fierce."

The two sentences "Don't let it rain" and "Don't let mom become fierce" echoed in Zhan Ruoyin's mind.

She guessed that there was a causal relationship between the rain and her mother's vicious behavior.

The rain was the cause that irritated Lin Jingyan’s mother, and the fierce weather was the result.

Could it be that this child's mother has a mental illness?

At this time, a female voice cut through the air, very soft, a little tired, but the tone was very anxious:

"Lin Jingyan! Why are you running around again? Mom is worried to death."

Lin Yin was wearing a dress made of diamond tassels, which was dazzling and obviously the same dress she had just worn on the catwalk.

As soon as she got off the stage, she heard that Lin Jingyan was missing. She was so panicked that she didn't even have time to take off her catwalk clothes and hurried to find her son.

Lin Yin's eyes were bloodshot. She ran back and hugged Lin Jingyan tightly.

She cried and accused, "Lin Jingyan, didn't I tell you not to run around? You can only stay in the locker room. Why don't you just disobey your mother?"

Lin Jingyan stretched out his soft white hands, wiped away the tears on Lin Yin's face, and said aggrievedly:

"Mom, don't cry. Mom, don't cry."

Lin Yin choked up, saying that it would be good if she found her son.

It was all her own fault. The locker room was crowded and noisy, and her son liked quietness, so he must have wanted to go out and find a quiet place.

It was her fault for not thinking it through. If something really happened to her son, it would all be her fault and she could not escape the blame.

She deserves to die!

Zhan Ruoyin looked at the overly young girl in front of her and said hesitantly:

"Are you Lin Jingyan's mother?" She really looks so young, she is no more than twenty-three years old.

Lin Yin wiped away her tears, stood up and looked at Zhan Ruoyin and Madam Sheng gratefully:

"I'm his mother. I was too busy with the fashion show and left him in the dressing room. I didn't expect him to sneak out on his own. Thanks to you, otherwise my son would have been abducted by human traffickers. Thank you!"

Then Lin Yin bowed to them.

Zhan Ruoyin looked deeply at the female model who didn't even have time to change her clothes. She could never imagine that she would abuse children.

Zhan Ruoyin nodded calmly and said, "You're welcome. It's just a small favor." As soon as she finished speaking, she asked tentatively:

"I was tidying up the child's clothes just now and found that his arms were covered with bruises and burn scars. What happened? It must have been very painful when the child was injured, right?"

Lin Yin's eyes began to avoid her. She had taken all the medicines for treating mental illness, but they were of no use at all.

Every time she woke up, Lin Jingyan had curled up in the corner of the sofa, his body covered in blood and the scars on his arms were shocking.

Every time she saw this scene, she would go crazy with her heart broken.

Lin Yin's eyes were bloodshot. She didn't want to hurt her son, but every time she had an attack, she seemed to lose consciousness and her body attacked her son uncontrollably.

But Lin Jingyan didn't hide at all. Even if he was asked to hide, he wouldn't hide.

When Lin Yin was conscious, she asked Lin Jingyan why she didn't hide in the room so that she wouldn't be beaten by her mother.

But Lin Jingyan always said: Love mom, don’t let mom cry.

He wanted to comfort his mother, but he was just a child and there was nothing he could do.

Lin Yin didn't want to discuss this sad topic with outsiders, so she replied calmly: "Yeah. It hurts."

He took Lin Jingyan away.

Lin Jingyan also looked back at Zhan Ruoyin, as if he was reluctant to leave and as if he was seeking help.

Zhan Ruoyin was extremely worried, so she called Gu Xin over and gave him half a day to find out all the experiences and backgrounds of this mother and son.

Just now, Zhan Ruoyin suddenly thought of something. The protagonist and the little protagonist of this incident vaguely coincide with the current girl and Lin Jingyan.

Moreover, Lin Jingyan looks 80% like Li Xiangyu when he was a child. It cannot be said that they were carved from the same mold, but the facial features are very similar.

No wonder Zhan Ruoyin always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity when she first met Lin Jingyan.

Madam Sheng looked at Lin Yin's back, sighed, and said to Zhan Ruoyin:

"If it's true what you think, that this girl suffers from a serious mental illness, that's horrible."

Such a young and beautiful girl, not only was she born at a young age, but she is also a two-faced person.

Zhan Ruoyin felt very sorry for the child. Thinking of this, she told Gu Xin beside her:

"Find out the details of that girl. If there is no problem, donate money to her so that she can get good treatment. Be sure to take Lin Jingyan to the hospital for a full-body check-up. The child is innocent. No matter what, she must not continue to hurt the child."

Gusin nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

Madam Sheng also echoed:

"Yes, if she needs money, I will donate to her. That kid and I get along well, and I really don't want to see him get hurt again."

After this little episode, Zhan Ruoyin's plan to go shopping and have afternoon tea with Mrs. Sheng was not affected.

But both of them were unhappy because it was the first time they saw such a young child being beaten like this by his own mother.

Madam Sheng was full of worry: "My dear, why don't I take the child to the hospital for a check-up right now? The scar has not even formed a scab. It must be that the wound was not bandaged carefully."

Zhan Ruoyin shook her head. It was obvious that the girl just now was very sensitive about this matter. What if she noticed something and left with Lin Jingyan?

"Let's wait for Gu Xin's investigation results. After all, she is Lin Jingyan's biological mother. If we rashly take the child to the hospital, won't they report us to the police for child trafficking?"

Mrs. Sheng nodded, thinking it made sense.

When Zhan Ruoyin returned home, Gu Xin walked in from outside with a serious face.

Zhan Ruoyin smiled immediately. The last time she saw him with a serious face was when she went to Lanhe to visit Li Jinyu and investigate Zheng Zhihe.

"Madam, you may have guessed it. Lin Xian's daughter, Lin Yin, has a three-year-old son named Lin Jingyan, the child you saw today. He - he is the Third Young Master's child."

Zhan Ruoyin's mouth twitched, as expected.