When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

After 23 years, Fu Wantang had assumed that Leng Jiaren was nothing but a pile of bones.

Unexpectedly, she was now lying on a hospital bed, with books and blankets on her back and an IV drip hanging from her head.

Leng Jiaren, while ill, inexplicably possessed a serene beauty.

That kind of beauty is one that has weathered countless storms and accepts whatever may happen to her with equanimity.

For example, her sudden visit did not cause any emotional fluctuation in Leng Jiaren.

She could even laugh and say "long time no see" to her.

Fu Wantang gritted her teeth; Leng Jiaren's indifference was something she could never learn in her entire life.

It seems that nothing can make Leng Jiaren cry or laugh.

No matter what happens, she always has a faint smile.

She gets irritated just thinking about the names 'Leng Jiaren' and 'An Jiaren'.

At this moment, her guess was confirmed, and her heart calmed down.

Fu Wantang stepped inside, locking the ward door behind her.

"I never imagined that An Jiaren was Leng Jiaren."

An Jiaren smiled faintly, "Thanks to you, I've been living a very good life all these years."

Fu Wantang has always disliked Leng Jiaren, who is indifferent to everything.

No matter what she says, it won't hurt Leng Jiaren at all.

This feeling of powerlessness left her with nowhere to vent.

"You actually survived. You truly deserve to be the adopted daughter of a family of doctors."

With such potent medicine and the man carrying a deadly virus, Leng Jiaren actually lived for 23 years and even gave birth to that little bitch An Xiaoyue.

If this isn't a medical miracle, what is it?!

An Jiaren's expression was cold and aloof. "I knew it was you who did it. You really went too far, tampering with my water glass at Susie's funeral. But..."

An Jiaren paused briefly, folded the book, marked it, and set it aside.

"The person I was with that night wasn't someone you arranged."

Fu Wantang narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, "So that's how it is!"

"Heh~" An Jiaren chuckled, showing great disdain for Fu Wantang's methods. "With your brains, you can only hurt the people who love and trust you."

Seeing Fu Wantang's displeasure, An Jiaren continued speaking.

"For example, your sister-in-law Susie, your brother Fu Yixiu, and also Fu, Sheng, and Yang!"

When the secret was revealed, Fu Wantang's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Ah!" An Jiaren exclaimed, "It seems you didn't succeed either. The person who married Sheng Yang is Xiaoyue, my daughter. I'm really curious what kind of woman you'll arrange for Sheng Yang."

"Someone like you, all brains and no brains, is still..."

"Leng Jiaren, shut up!"

In her entire life, Fu Wantang hates nothing more than being told that she is not smart or acts without thinking.

Susie said that.

So, Susie died.

"Fu Wantang, you're almost fifty years old, and you're still so impulsive and easily angered!"

Fu Wantang was completely enraged. She threw away her expensive limited-edition handbag, rushed to An Jiaren, and ripped off the IV tube from An Jiaren's drip.

But An Jiaren slapped her across the face, making her face turn to one side.

This slap was the culmination of 23 years of effort by An Jiaren.

She ignored the pain from the needle and the red blood, her breath coming in short gasps.

"This is what you owe Susie."

"Fu Wantang, you'd better go around me if you see me."

“My daughter, you’d better not get any funny ideas. You can’t afford to mess with her biological father, and even your father can’t protect you.”

Fu Wantang was slapped, and her mind was buzzing like a bee flapping its wings.

She was stunned by the blow and didn't react for a moment.

Now, upon hearing the words "can't afford to offend," she loses control of her emotions and completely explodes.

She, the dignified eldest daughter of the Fu family, was actually beaten by a half-dead man.

If this gets out, how will she ever be able to work in Beijing again?

Today, she must teach Leng Jiaren a lesson.

Fu Wantang lost her temper and grabbed a cushion from the side, covering An Jiaren's face with it.

Her face contorted with rage, she said viciously, "You bitch, you dare hit me? You're asking for death. There's no one in Beijing I wouldn't dare mess with."

The more frantic Fu Wantang became, the calmer An Jiaren remained.

Her muffled voice came from under the pillow, "Xiaoyue is Leng Shize's daughter!"

Fu Wantang could hear the words clearly even through the pillow.

An Jiaren's words struck Fu Wantang like a bolt from the blue; she refused to believe them.

"No way, no way."

At that time, Leng Shize, the second brother who was most protective of Leng Jiaren, had already taken up a high-ranking position at the embassy and was no longer in the country.

She made sure she knew the details before she acted, so how could it be Brother Shize?

An Jiaren, now able to breathe, took slow and deep breaths, staring at the necklace around Fu Wantang's neck.

It was an ordinary snowflake-patterned pendant necklace; the chain had been replaced, and the snowflake pendant also showed signs of repair.

It's clear that Fu Wantang cherishes it very much.

Because it was a coming-of-age gift from Leng Shize, and also the only gift he ever gave her.

"If you dare touch Xiaoyue, I'll go find Leng Shize right now. Do you want Leng Shize to know what kind of person you are?"

Do not!don't want!

An Xiaoyue is actually Shi Ze's brother's child.

Shi Ze and Leng Jiaren, they are siblings, this is... incest!

No, they are not related by blood. Leng Jiaren is an adopted child.

It was Old Madam Leng's choice after she had given birth to two sons, because she loved her daughter.

They are not blood siblings.

She had always noticed Shi Ze's special treatment of Leng Jiaren, and she was jealous of him.

How could they...sleep together!

Fu Wantang couldn't accept it and just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible to end this nightmare.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, the door was flung wide open.

Exhausted, An Jia used her last strength to press the call button.

"Bed 3, what's up?"

"The IV needle has fallen out. Could you please get it replaced for me?"

The nurse came over at the sound of the call, saw the bloodstains on the floor, took it for granted, and didn't think much of it. She then switched hands to continue the IV drip.

An Jiaren looked at the liquid, knowing in her heart that this was the only thing she could do for Xiaoyue and Shengyang at the moment.

Fu Wantang, who is obsessed with love, doesn't want Leng Jiaren and Leng Shize's names to be put together, and she doesn't want the perfect image she has built in front of Leng Shize to be ruined.

Therefore, Fu Wantang dared not lay a hand on Xiaoyue.

In the stillness of the night, the vibration of his phone woke Fu Shengyang.

An Xiaoyue was very sleepy during her pregnancy and couldn't hear her phone vibrating at all.

He propped himself up to grab An Xiaoyue's phone and answered it directly.

"Hey."

"Hello, are you a family member of An Jiaren?"

"I'm."

"Please come to the liver disease hospital immediately."

Fu Shengyang got up, walked to the window, and asked in a low voice, "What happened to An Jiaren?"

"We are rescuing them."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Everyone in the department knows about An Jiaren in bed 3; she has a son-in-law who is a big shot in the business world.

The on-duty doctor who made the call knew that Fu Shengyang was answering the phone and reminded him, "Medical documents must be signed by an immediate family member."

"it is good."

An Xiaoyue was already awake when Fu Shengyang got up. Half asleep, she thought something had happened to Fu Shengyang's company.

Upon closer inspection, the four-leaf clover pendant in his hand turned out to be her cell phone.

She woke up instantly when the phone rang late at night and asked in a panic, "What happened to my mother?"