The little boy stood there, his big black eyes kept circling on Xia Zhenai and Leng Haoxuan, one corner of his lips was raised, and there was a light of wisdom that was inconsistent with his young age.
Immediately, he walked up to Zhongqing, pulled the hem of her clothes, and said in a tender voice: "Mom, are these my cousin and aunt?"
Zhong Qing's face changed instantly, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
Leng Haoxuan narrowed his eyes coldly and said in a calm tone, but full of anger: "Tell me, whose seed is this?!"
Seeing this posture, Xia Zhenai felt something bad. She quickly grabbed his arm and tried to smooth things over and said: "Haoxuan, if there is anything, let's talk about it when we go back. If we don't go back, my daughter will cry."
Leng Haoxuan glared at Zhong Qing coldly, then turned around and walked out of the airport.
Xia Zhenai breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhong Qing, who was still stunned, and sighed: "Haoxuan is just heartbroken for you."
Zhongqing lowered her eyes, covering up the emotions there, caressing her son's little head, raising a wry smile on her lips, and said softly: "From the moment I decided to come back, I knew what I would face."
Xia Zhenai frowned: "What are your plans?"
Zhongqing's movements paused, she took a deep breath, pretended to be fine, and said calmly: "I want to take my son to meet his parents."
…
…
villa.
This is the place where Leng Haoxuan and Xia Zhenai lived before.
Because of the special circumstances of love.
Let her stay for now.
Perhaps it was the jet lag, but Zhong Xi's child fell asleep as soon as he touched the soft big bed.
Listening to the little guy's sweet breathing and stroking his angelic face, no matter how much pain he had experienced, Zhong Qing felt that no matter how much he sacrificed, it was worth it.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the ring on his ring finger.
Her heart ached, and the memories she had tried so hard to suppress over the years swept over her like waves.
Leng Yan, I'm back...
At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door——
"Ms. Zhong, Mr. Leng wants you to go to the study."
The servants here are all replaced by Leng Haoxuan, which can be regarded as a disguised protection for Zhong Qing.
"I know." Zhong Qing responded lightly, lowered her eyes, looked deeply at her son, leaned over slightly and kissed his forehead gently, and then stood up gently.
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…
In the study room.
A chill filled the entire space.
Zhongqing was sitting on the sofa with her eyes lowered all the time, making her expression unclear.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Leng Haoxuan stood on the edge with his back to her. Even though he didn't speak, his cold back exuded a strong evil look.
It makes people shudder.
Faced with such a depressing atmosphere, Zhong Qing could no longer hold back. She took a deep breath, raised her eyes, looked directly at Leng Haoxuan's back, and said bluntly: "Elder cousin, I gave birth to this child willingly, please.
Don't pursue it any further."
Leng Haoxuan clenched his hands into fists, looked sideways and stared at Zhong Qing with deep eyes, and his voice was extremely cold: "Is he Leng Yan?"
Every time he heard this name, Zhong Qing's heart was in turmoil. He tried his best to suppress the uneasiness. He turned his face away, with an unprecedented desolation reflected in his eyes. He pursed his lips and said softly: "My son has no father. He only has me."
Mother!"
"Zhongqing! Do you know what you are doing!" Leng Haoxuan growled through gritted teeth.
Not angry, but sad for her.
She is only in her early twenties.
She has to bear the bitterness that she cannot bear at this age.
Plus her identity.
Ahead, waiting for her is most likely an unpredictable storm.