Jing Jiaren understood what Leng Lintian meant. Jing's mother was very crazy when she was sick and would hurt the people around her. Jing Jiaren might abort the child if she was pushed a few times.
At this moment, Jing's mother had already pushed down a large blue and white porcelain vase by the stairs.
The fragments scattered on the ground, and some splashed and scratched Jing's mother's body.
"Whoever dares to come here - whoever comes here to hurt my child, I will kill him!" Jing's mother caressed her belly, "Baby, mother will protect you."
When the servant saw such a situation, how could he dare to step forward?
Leng Lintian put Jing Jiaren down and hurried downstairs.
How could Mother Jing allow Leng Lintian to get close...
Just when he reached out to grab her, she grabbed the porcelain piece in her hand and slashed it towards Leng Lintian.
After all, Leng Lintian didn't dare to fight back and hurt Jing's mother, and he was even more worried that Jing's mother would hurt him during the random strokes.
He simply walked up to her and held her wrist.
At that moment, a piece of glass passed across his palm...
But he still quickly caught Jing's mother, snatched away the porcelain pieces, then picked up Jing's mother and carried her upstairs.
"Let me go... Feng Lie, you can't do this to me..." Jing's mother's eyes were distracted, "This is our child, are you going to murder our biological child?..."
Over the years, Jing Jiaren heard the name "Feng Lie" from Jing's mother's mouth countless times.
But this was the first time I saw her going crazy talking about children.
She was stimulated and became ill after seeing the canvas.
One servant picked up the canvas, while other servants quickly collected the broken porcelain bottles.
Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand: "Give me the canvas."
He took the canvas and looked at Ximen Longting's evil and arrogant face.
"Call Dr. Bell over immediately and tell me that my mother's condition has relapsed." After informing the servant, Jing Jiaren turned around and followed Leng Lintian to the room.
Along the way, there was blood dripping from Leng Lintian's scratched palm.
Jing's mother was placed on the bed, making a fuss like crazy.
Leng Lintian patiently restrained her body until the doctor came and injected a sedative into her body.
"Feng Lie..."
Mother Jing's vision was blurred, and the tears in her eyes quickly overflowed and trickled down.
Jing Jiaren looked at Jing's mother who had fallen asleep: "Master Ximen's name is Feng Lie, isn't he?"
Leng Lintian stood up, took the cotton handed by the doctor and pressed the wound.
"You said, Mr. Ximen's name is Feng Lie?" Jing Jiaren rushed forward and grabbed Leng Lintian's clothes tightly.
He looked down at her: "Isn't this obvious?"
She just wants a confirmation...
"The child she is talking about is her and Mr. Ximen's child?" Jing Jiaren asked, "Is that child you - or me?"
"Your imagination is so amazing," Leng Lintian frowned, "How could it be me."
"That's me?" Her heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
"That child has died," Leng Lintian explained calmly, "Don't worry, it won't be any of us."
"The child is dead? How did you know?"
"The death of the child is the main reason that triggered your mother's mental breakdown. Of course, there are other comprehensive reasons." Leng Lintian stretched out his injured hand, "Honey, should you be more concerned about my injury? I am