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tion. He heard the sound of the door being opened, then "swish swish" was the sound of slippers rubbing against the floor, followed by "knock knock knock" knocking on the door. Outside the door, Lin...Jiang Chengfeng reached out again, trying to take Lin Meng. [..tw super many good novels] But Rong Ling was a man with an extremely strong possessive desire. He couldn't possibly let his woman be taken away by another man! He naturally had to stop it!

Two powerful men, just like that, squatting halfway. In a few seconds, they went back and forth, you slash me stab, you grab me block, two arms fighting in the half-space, unconsciously, they had already fought for several rounds, only leaving Xiao Youyou dumbfounded.

Lin Meng was getting a headache, and cried out: "Stop hitting me! I'm uncomfortable, I want to go home!"

Saying that, struggling to get out of Rong Ling's arms, but was held tightly in his embrace by Rong Ling.

"Where does it hurt!" He persisted, still not letting up. He wasn't going to let her leave until he got a clear answer.

Lin Meng inhaled deeply, her stuffy nose making a soft squeak. She whispered, "I have a cold, I don't feel well!"

Rong Ling was stunned for a moment, and immediately her eyes narrowed like needles as she glared at Jiang Chengfeng. Then, with a sudden jerk, she swatted away Jiang Chengfeng's arm that had been poised in the air opposite hers. She reached out with her own hand and pressed it to her forehead. On touching it, she felt a slight warmth.

Take another look at the lingering blush on her face, then—

All of her seemingly out-of-place circumstances now had a reasonable explanation!

"Your mother is sick, why didn't you tell me!"

Rong Ling gave Xiao Youyou a stern look. The little guy pouted and held onto Lin Meng's hand, his head down, silent.

Lin dreamt of a scene, raising her eyes and glaring at Rong Ling. What qualifications did he have to blame her son!

"Don't talk to the child like that!"

Rong Ling pursed her lips, feeling a little guilty. She turned her head and glared at Jiang Chengfeng instead. She thought to herself angrily: "You, Jiang Chengfeng, you deliberately led me on!"

"Come on, let's go to the hospital!"

Putting his sick child first, he scooped up Lin Meng in his arms.

Lin Meng naturally refused. Who would want to entangle with him again. "Let me down, I've already been to the hospital!"

Rong Ling's body stiffened, and she raised an eyebrow. "What did the doctor say!"

"It's nothing, just take some medicine!" she snorted, rolling her eyes. "Let me down, I can walk myself!"

Rong Ling ignored her, holding her and walking away by himself. He then commanded, "Youyou, follow me!"

This means we need to put Jiang Chengfeng aside.

Jiang Cheng, riding the wind, couldn't possibly be just some nameless passerby! With a shift of his form, he stood before Rong Ling, ignoring the sinister look on Rong Ling's face and smiling at Lin Meng instead.

"Dream Dream, do you need me to beat him away! Trust me, I definitely have the ability to drive him off!"

Lin Mengxin's heart was filled with gratitude for Jiang Chengfeng's protection, but she still quickly shook her head. This was a matter between her and Rong Ling. If possible, she didn't want to involve others.

"No need, thank you, Brother Jiang. I'll find you again when I'm better!"

Upon hearing this, Rong Ling's face turned rather unsightly!

"If you're sick, don't talk so much!"

Lin Meng seemed not to hear, and pointed with her finger at the little radish head following behind her, "Mumbling, this is my son, Youyou!"

"Yoyo, call Jiang Uncle!"

"Uncle Jiang!" the little boy called out, his voice clear and friendly. After rolling his eyes around, he smiled and asked, "Are you Uncle Dajiang !"

Jiang Cheng Feng was puzzled, and then he heard the little boy continue to ask: "Uncle, are you Big Brother Jiang's brother Mom told me about Uncle Jiang. I have a picture of Uncle Jiang! Uncle looks so much like Uncle Jiang!"

Jiang Cheng was slightly taken aback, looking at Xiao Youyou's eyes, and immediately changed.

As soon as the little boy appeared, he stood by Rong Ling's side. Jiang Chengfeng didn't have much fondness for anything related to the Rong family. Jiang Chengfeng knew in his heart who the little boy's son was, so even though the little boy had half of Lin Meng's blood, he couldn't feel any affection for him. Moreover, four years ago, if there hadn't been this accident, Lin Meng wouldn't have been hiding with a big belly. Perhaps, she would have directly severed ties with Rong Ling, and there would be no entanglement now, nor the past four years of wandering!

This child has caused quite a bit of trouble!

But now the little boy looked up at him, innocently, with a smile in his eyes and those words still coming from his mouth. Suddenly, he felt that this little guy was different somehow.

For a moment, he was reminded of his younger brother when he was small, the same way. A tiny ball of fluff, always smiling, tilting his head back to look at him, blinking with big eyes, and asking in a childish voice about this and that.

He never expected that Lin Meng would even tell this to the little guy. Judging by what the little guy said, he even had photos of Xiao Lang. Suddenly, his nose felt a bit sore and his emotions were swirling. It turned out that his younger brother hadn't died in vain, he truly lived on in Lin Meng's heart, and even this brand new life remembered him.

"Yoyoyo!" Jiang Cheng called out softly. The more he looked at the little kid, the more he felt that there was a shadow of Lin Meng in his eyebrows and eyes. He found himself quite fond of him. And there was also a bit of…Xiao Lang's shadow.

This face is just as fair and smooth, with those big black eyes and that indomitable spirit, like Little Wave!

His heart pounded, he knelt down and scooped up the little one in his arms.

Rong Ling pursed her lips, wanting to coldly snort and tell him to stay away from the child. But then she remembered Jiang Po Lang who had died for Lin Meng, so she swallowed the cold snort back down.

Without Jiang Po-lang, there would be no Lin Meng today!

Rong Ling was grateful to that person and would respect them for the rest of their life. This was an acknowledgment that could never be erased, no matter what happened.

So, even though he wasn't happy that his son was being held by Jiang Chengfeng, he still endured it gracefully. Lin Meng's life was saved by Jiang Bolan. The child's life, in a way, was also given to him by Jiang Bolan. Jiang Chengfeng, as the older brother, holding this child is absolutely acceptable!

Yet, this scene of holding a child still made Rong Ling feel disgusted!

Jiang Cheng riding the wind doesn't care about Rong Ling at all!

He felt the softness in his arms, a strange yet familiar touch that awakened distant memories. When his parents were busy, he would often take on both roles of father and mother, holding his younger brother up and down, playing with him. Back then, Little Lang was still young, his words not always clear, and when he nestled in his arms, he would use those big, bright eyes to stare at him. Whenever he lowered his head, the little one would grin and spray him with a mouthful of milky fragrance. Now, the faint scent of milk emanating from the child in his arms coincided with the memory of long ago. For a moment, he couldn't tell where he was!

Is this a dream!

Or time travel, back to the past!

In a blink of an eye, Youyou was still Youyou!

Actually, he loves his younger brother very much!

Then such vivid life, to say it disappeared, would surely be a pain for him his whole life!

Inside his heart, a bitter ache throbbed. At that moment, a soft little hand caressed his face! He came to his senses and saw the little one in his arms gazing at him with big eyes. The soft hand brought a subtle comfort. The little one said nothing, but their innocent face and wide eyes already spoke volumes.

Before, when he was tired from training or in a bad mood, Xiao Lang would always be the same!

With a heavy heart, he reached out and gently grasped the little hand. He whispered softly, "Call me Uncle Jiang!"

If there are big rivers, there will be small rivers! Don't forget him! Otherwise, he would be too lonely!

The little boy immediately cried out, "Uncle Da Jiang!"

Jiang, riding on the wind, tilted his head and gently kissed his hand with his lips, just like he used to kiss his younger brother when they were kids.

The little guy opened his eyes, a bit curious. But when Jiang Chengfeng looked at him, he grinned and broke into a smile, his eyes crinkling into a beautiful crescent moon shape. This expression was exactly like Xiao Lang as a child. Even the missing tooth gap was similar!

Jiang Cheng felt a tremor in his heart as he looked at Xiao Youyou, his expression a mixture of emotions.

Rong Ling frowned, alertly noticing something was amiss.

This is his son. Jiang Chengfeng, this kid, what kind of look is he giving the little one!

Against his will, he walked back and put Lin Meng down. But with one hand, possessively gripping her waist, he held her close to his chest, making it impossible for her to leave.

"Give me the child!" he then said, extending a hand to try and take the little one back.

This breath is still polite!

Ke Jiang squinted against the wind, a cold light flashing in his eyes. Instead of sending the child away, he held the little one even closer. Looking at Rong Ling, he calmly said, "Help Meng Meng up, I'll send Youyou to the car!"

This breath...

Her heart was filled with displeasure!

He had just gotten into a misunderstanding and didn't want to fight with Jiang Chengfeng again. On second thought, he decided to give Jiang Baolan some face and have his brother take him. This child was undoubtedly his son, Rong Ling's. Just see who dared to take advantage of this!

Then, he once again scooped Lin Meng up in his arms.

Lin Meng rolled her eyes, this time not saying a word. She was too lazy to waste words with Rong Ling, this conceited man!

When the mother and son both got into Rong Ling's car, Old Master Yan had already come out to hear the news. Seeing that the scene was relatively harmonious, he didn't speak rashly.

Rong Lingchong's stern old grandfather nodded and drove away.

Jiang Chengfeng didn't leave because of this. He greeted Mr. Yan and was invited into the house by him. He knew Mr. Yan. They hadn't seen each other for over half a year, and they happened to meet today, so naturally, they had to catch up.

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As soon as the car left the housing complex, Rong Ling stopped it. Old Man Yan's house was already far behind them, they wouldn't be able to see this side anymore.

Rong Ling leaned over, frowning, and then touched Lin Meng's forehead.

"Really, no need to go to the hospital!"

“Don’t…” Lin Meng hummed softly, her voice muffled, and turned her head slightly to avoid his hand. She didn't want this man's tenderness at this moment. She had already made up her mind to let him go, and he shouldn't be so close to her, nor should he treat her with such ambiguity.

"Take me home right now!" There was no refusing his escort, so I could only command him. As soon as we got home, I could get rid of him.

But her dodging motion, pierced Rong Ling. He moved his big hand, protecting Lin Meng's forehead again, and rebuked: "What are you hiding from!"

She turned her head again.

He was certain now, this wasn't his imagination, she was definitely avoiding him!

“You're insane!” he roared, his voice low and menacing. He restarted the car, but this time, his intention was clear: to take her to the hospital. The car turned onto a different road after a while. It wasn’t heading towards Yue Companion Community. Lin Meng reacted a little slower, but she also realized that something was amiss!

"Where are we going" she panted, turning her head.

"Hospital!"

She felt a surge of anger. "Take me home, I'm not going to the hospital!"

She hates this man's arrogance!

But he won't listen.

She glared at him, her eyes blazing with fury as she repeatedly scorched him with her gaze. But the man had a thick skin, impervious to her burning stare. The longer she glared, the more that fire within her grew. In that time, the small ember of anger had blossomed into a raging inferno.

She just didn't understand, what did this man want! Was he so shameless and self-important! Time and time again, he ignored her wishes! He was powerful and everyone flattered him, let alone the beautiful women who flocked to him. So why did he come to pester her! If he and He Ya were so compatible and their relationship was progressing well, then shouldn't he at least show that woman the minimum respect

No matter how outstanding he is, if he has the intention of playing both sides, he will definitely be looked down upon!

"Either take me home, or put me down, I'll walk home myself!" She glared at him, her teeth gritted as she said it.

He gave her a cold glance and rebuked her again in a frosty tone, "This is for your own good. Don't be ungrateful!"

She was so angry that she felt a lump in her throat, panting heavily, her little face flushed red.

"Rong Ling, send me home. I understand my own illness, in my own heart!"

He did not change his driving route.

She roared again, "You're not me, so don't tell me what to do. Now, take me home!"

He frowned sharply, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and slammed on the brakes! He turned his face and glared at her.

"Lin Meng, you're being stubborn again!"

She suddenly felt drained. Looking at the man's handsome face, she ultimately still felt exhausted, so she closed her eyes.

What were they arguing about! He's always so domineering, and she's just so small. Why would she argue with him! She never stands a chance anyway!

Well, let him do whatever he wants!

Rong Ling couldn't help but notice the change in her attitude, that subtle distance making him feel a little irritable. He simply thought she was feigning illness and forced himself to brush off the irritation. Reaching out, he gently touched her cheek, intending to check her temperature again. This little woman, was she really delirious with fever!

But in an instant, two tears emerged from her tightly closed eyes. Those sparkling points of light, like two fine needles, pierced his heart!

He stood there as if someone had pinned him down, his whole body stiff and uncertain. Then, he watched helplessly as the two drops of tears became two thin streams, sliding from the corner of her eyes, and quickly disappearing into her hair.

His hand, remained on her face, unable to move away.

And she remained closed-eyed, all her pent-up emotions now flowing freely as tears. The corners of her eyes were dry, left only with scarlet cheeks and lips, revealing an overly vibrant bloom, perhaps on the verge of wilting away in a sickly manner!

He looked at her for a long time, his chest feeling tight and his breath coming in short gasps. But the woman remained asleep, seemingly oblivious to everything around her, as if nothing could penetrate her world.

He retracted his hand with a huff, rubbed his brow, muttered under his breath, and continued driving. The car remained on its course, and she no longer opened her eyes. When they reached the Shumu district, she followed him like a puppet on a string, going wherever he went. Then there were tests, prescriptions, and leaving the hospital. Afterwards, into the car, back to the Yue Companion district.

The silence was profound, and it was unsettling.

The little boy was sensitive and didn't speak up. He huddled in the car seat, staring with his dark eyes at Rong Ling and Lin Meng sitting in front of him.

After arriving at the doorstep, Lin Meng carried the medicine bottles and refused Rong Ling's entry.

"Thank you for sending me home. I'm tired and want to sleep. I can't keep you. Sorry!"

Her eyes, her brows, her face, her whole body radiated an unmistakable aloofness. Rong Ling didn't know what was wrong, everything had been fine before he saw her, so why, upon meeting again, did she become like this!

He needs to figure it out!

He hates the way this woman is looking at him with such a creepy expression.

"You'll need another IV drip tonight, and I have to give you a shot." He found the perfect excuse to stay.

It's a pity that it was broken by Lin Meng.

"No." She panted, refusing softly. "Chengyang will handle this, just let him do it when the time comes!"

His face darkened once more.

She sighed. "Rong Ling, it's getting late, you should go back!"

This was clearly concern, but he felt like she was driving him away when he heard it!

"I'm fine!"

His domineering nature reappeared, snatching the medicine from her hands and marching into the yard without giving her a chance to refuse.

"This puts me in a difficult position!" she sighed softly behind him. "None of them - Ruan Chengyi and the others - want to see you. You're making trouble for me. I'm a patient, please have some compassion and let me rest quietly, okay!"

He stood there frozen.

She walked over, reaching out to gently take the thing he was holding. At the same time, her finger twitched, gripping the plastic bag and refusing to let go.

She lowered her head, gazing at the fingers dangling from the plastic bag, different in color: hers was white, his a slightly yellowish hue; hers were slender and short, while his were thick, hard, and long. The two were sharply divided!

"Róng Lìng, be careful on your way!" she softly said, her voice truly filled with gentle concern. Her slender hand moved slightly, tugging at the plastic bag.

His hand, loosened.

She finally took the medicine. The little guy stood beside her. Lin Meng reached out and patted the little guy's head, smiling.

"Goodbye, Uncle!"

The little boy raised his head and softly said, "Goodbye, Uncle," then pouted and lowered his head.

Feng Ling's heart grew heavier and heavier!

Why is each one of them looking so strange!

What on earth did he do to deserve this!

He reached out to touch the little guy, but just as his big hand landed on the little guy's head, the little guy tilted his body and dodged past.

"Mommy, I'll take it!" the little boy said softly, reaching out his hand and kindly grabbing the plastic bag Lin Meng was carrying.

It seemed like his evasion was unintentional, but Rong Ling knew something was wrong!

Lin Meng smiled, and walked away with the little one carrying a plastic bag. She fished out her keys, unlocked the door, went in, and shut it, finally keeping that man outside. She should have felt relaxed, but her body softened and she collapsed against the door panel. Only the support of the door panel prevented her from losing her strength and sliding to the floor on her bottom.

She was utterly weak and could no longer force a smile.

Looking up, taking a deep breath, she could force herself not to let the tears fall.

Letting go of him hurts!

This pain, it always finds a way.

If she can't, she has to be harsher on herself!nd four concubines. They joined forces and it was always the choice of every household head. During the Republic of China period, behind those secondary wives were all powerful backgrounds!Mu Xin Feng...