The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

Gu Shiyu and Gu Shiche rushed forward, their eyes filled with tears.

Gu Jingsi and Nan Yuan'er also looked at Ruolan with tears in their eyes and smiles.

A cute little figure was also lying by the bed.

Her eyes glistened with tears, and she was so excited that she could hardly speak, yet she also suppressed a slight sense of unease and trepidation.

The little girl took a soft breath and called out in a sweet, gentle voice, "Mommy..."

With a mixture of curiosity and longing.

She couldn't help but ask herself, was this really not a dream? Was she really going to have a mother? Would Ruolan's mother be willing to accept her and become her mother?

Her hands clenched slightly, her heart raced, and she feared it was all just a fleeting illusion.

Ruolan slowly looked around.

My gaze swept over each familiar yet unfamiliar face.

A sense of disorientation washed over me.

Her consciousness was in a state of chaos, as if she were in a dream, or as if she had entered a strange world.

My mind was a blur, and I almost forgot who I was.

She frowned, trying hard to recall, but her thoughts seemed distant and ethereal.

Her gaze was fixed on Gu Yinshen in front of her.

The handsome and resolute face I remember from the past now bears a hint of weariness.

His eyes were sunken, and a few strands of silver hair appeared at his temples.

Blood was still streaming down his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it away; his eyes were filled with excitement and joy.

That heartfelt joy made him feel as if he had become several years younger.

He gazed at her, his eyes filled with endless longing and tenderness.

Ruolan trembled slightly, then shifted her gaze to the two tall boys beside her.

A sense of familiarity welled up in her heart, and she couldn't help but murmur to herself, "Xiao Yu? Xiao Che?"

These are clearly the likenesses of her sons, Xiao Yu and Xiao Che.

The two children I remember were still so young, how could they have suddenly become so tall and handsome?

Then, her gaze settled on the small figure standing to the side.

She was a little girl with delicate features, as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

His eyes sparkled with a gentle, expectant light as he timidly gazed at her, as if cautiously anticipating something.

Ruolan was startled, and a look of confusion appeared in her eyes.

Who is this child? Is she my child?

Her gaze fell gently on Mengmeng, and she felt a faint sense of indescribable warmth and affection in her heart.

She hesitated for a moment, her voice weak but gentle, and softly asked:

Are you...my child?

A soft, sweet smile appeared on Mengmeng's little face as she nodded gently. "Mommy, I'm your child. My name is Mengmeng, and Daddy adopted me from an orphanage..."

Ruolan froze, then she remembered...

This girl is not her child...

Her child died right in front of her after birth!

Ruolan's memories flooded back to that terrifying night.

Back then, she left her family in Europe and came to Jiangcheng alone, where she spent several months peacefully.

She forced herself to forget her husband's and friend's betrayal and focused her attention on her unborn child.

But just as she was about to give birth, she was attacked by two groups of people.

One group consisted of highly trained assassins, cold and silent, seemingly from a mysterious noble family, whose goal was to take her life.

The other group consisted of Taoist priests dressed in robes, whose purpose was even more chilling: they wanted the child in her womb.

She still remembered the Taoist leader's cold words, which echoed in her ears like a curse: "The child in your womb is a demon. Once born, it will surely bring chaos to the world and endless calamities."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was immobilized by a spell, unable to move her limbs.

Fear and helplessness overwhelmed her; she could only watch helplessly as the Taoist priest plunged a sharp blade into her abdomen.

They cruelly cut open her body and forcibly removed her unborn child.

That heart-wrenching pain and despair were deeply etched into her heart...

And her child was indeed extraordinary.

When she was taken out by the Taoist priest, the heavens and earth changed color.

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky, and a torrential downpour began, accompanied by rolling thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding trees and flowers withered and died, and all life was extinguished.

The Taoist priests' eyes widened in fear upon witnessing this scene.

Before they could even react, a barrage of lightning crashed down, instantly turning them into scorched earth, leaving no trace of their bodies.

She was controlled by the spell, suffering immense pain, yet unable to move.

They could only watch helplessly as their child was reduced to nothingness by the heavenly lightning.

The child's cries disappeared as the lightning dissipated.

Life and death were happening right before her eyes...

Her heart was filled with despair, blood gushed out like a fountain, and her life slowly slipped away in despair...

Ruolan's thoughts were pierced by the memories, and she broke down in tears of grief and despair.

Her hands helplessly touched her flat stomach, and she called out repeatedly, choking back sobs:

"My child...my child..."

The profound pain weighed her down, leaving her breathless.

The people around her were stunned by Ruolan's emotions and looked at her helplessly.

Upon seeing this, Gu Yinshen immediately grasped Ruolan's hand, vaguely understanding the source of her grief.

She must have remembered that child...

He didn't fully know the hardships she had endured back then.

But he knew that Ruolan, the woman before him, was his only concern, the lover he had fought so hard to win back.

He couldn't lose her again, and he absolutely wouldn't allow her to fall into pain again.

Gu Yinshen gently pulled her into his arms and softly comforted her, "Ruolan... I'm here."

We'll have children in the future. The past is the past; I won't let you go through that pain again.

Ruolan sobbed softly in his arms, her tears soaking his clothes.

The pain of losing a child remains profound.

She closed her eyes and let the tears flow.

The group exchanged silent glances, knowing that all Ruolan needed at that moment was Gu Yinshen's company.

So he quietly left the room, leaving them a quiet space.

……

Outside the room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Ruolan's awakening filled the entire Gu family with joy.

For them, it was a miracle.

While Mengmeng was overjoyed, she also felt a little confused.

She gently tugged at Gu Shiyu's trouser leg, tilting her head back and blinking her big, questioning eyes.

Gu Shiyu lowered his head, smiled slightly, and picked her up.

"Mengmeng, what's wrong?"

Mengmeng tilted her head and asked softly, "Brother, what did Mom mean by 'children'? Does Mom have other children?"

Upon hearing this question, Gu Shiyu's gaze instantly became complex and sorrowful.

He paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, his voice low and heavy as he said, "Yes, Mengmeng. When your mother left, she was pregnant..."

But later, when we found the mother, the child was gone.

We still don't know whether that child is alive or dead...

Gu Shiyu's voice carried a hint of pain.

Mengmeng frowned, pondering her brother's words intently, trying to process the complex information.

Looking at her mature-beyond-her-years demeanor, Gu Shiyu couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. He sighed softly and added:

"That child... is a girl."