C8

At the Leng Residence.

Song Yuesheng lay on her bed, staring out the window at the dusky sky in a daze.

Since the wedding, she had been sent to the old house by Leng Tinchen's assistant and had never been seen again.

With a squeak, the door opened, and Grandma Zhang Miao walked in smiling while holding a bowl of soup.

"Jasmine!" Mom saw that you haven't had any appetite for the past few days, so I'm worried about your health. You must be pregnant with the grandson of my Leng Clan! I've made you some soup, hurry up and drink it! "

As Zhang Mao spoke, he placed the bowl in Song Yuesheng's hand.

Song Yuesheng was somewhat astonished. Ever since she had started living in the Leng Clan, her family had either mocked her or turned a blind eye to her. Was her mother-in-law just making a fuss out of nothing?

"Jasmine!" Mom knows that because of what happened at the wedding, she made everyone in the family think a little about you. But as Tinney said, he believes you, and I believe you. I'm waiting to carry my grandson! "

Watching Song Jisheng carrying the bowl, Zhang Miaomiao held Song Jasheng's other hand, with a face full of love.

Song Yuesheng pulled her hand away without a trace, picked up Wan, and took a small sip.

Zhang Miao looked into the bowl with longing eyes, eager and a little strange.

Song Yuesheng's heart froze for a moment before subconsciously placing the bowl on the bedside table. "Mom, I'm tired. I'll drink again if I rest."

A look of disappointment flashed across Zhang Mao's face, and he forced a smile, "Rest! I went out. Remember to drink the soup! "

She stood up and walked out slowly, her eyes still on the bowl of soup.

Song Yuesheng subconsciously clutched her stomach as a bad premonition arose in her heart. She hurriedly got off the bed to put on her clothes.

Sure enough, before she could clean it up, her stomach began to ache.

Song Yuesheng felt a chill run down her spine. She took her bag and prepared to go to the hospital.

But her stomach hurt more and more, and she leaned against the cabinet and breathed deeply. Her face was covered with sweat, and she forced herself to go outside.

The door was pushed open again.

Leng Ting Chen walked in expressionlessly. A trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes when he saw the ashen and lifeless look on Song Jia Sheng's face. It was impossible to detect.

"Ting Chen ?" Help me, go quickly... "Hospital..."

Song Yuesheng's voice became lighter and lighter due to the pain coming from her stomach.

Leng Ting Chen's gaze quickly swept across Song Jia Sheng's body. Seeing the blood that was wriggling between her legs, he felt a tendon in his head being pulled.

Without any further hesitation, she quickly picked her up, "How could this be?"

Song Yuesheng weakly looked at the soup on the bedside table and grabbed his shirt collar. "Hurry! Save Children... Save the child! "

His voice gradually faded as he slowly loosened his grip on Leng Ting Chen's shirt, letting it drop to the ground.

Hospital.

"Tinchen, we're also sad to see you like this. How can you suspect Mommy? "Don't tell me I'm going to harm my grandson ?" Zhang Miao choked and said.

"Enough!" Leng Ting Chen ruthlessly cut him off, his eyes glinting as he raised his voice, "I will not pursue today's matter."

Zhang Mao was overjoyed, but before she could rejoice, Leng Ting Chen's next words struck her like a bolt out of the blue.

"Regardless of whether it is the son or the daughter, all of my wealth is the child's!"

"Tyne, what did you say?" Leng Jingshan's father cried out in alarm.

Leng Ting Chen swept his gaze over everyone with an expressionless face, "I have the final say in this family!"

His tone was cold, without a trace of warmth.

Everyone was silent.

"If the child cannot be kept, all of the money will be transferred to Song." Before the crowd could digest this terrifying news, Leng Ting Chen opened his mouth once again.

Leng Rushan and Zhang Miaomiao's faces turned purple, but facing their son who looked like Raksha, they did not dare to say anything, and could only walk away with their sleeves spread.

Song Yuesheng, who was on the sickbed, opened her eyes.

"Ting Chen, do you hate me that much?"

"You made my family hate me, and then you put me back in the Leng Clan, making me the target of the Leng Clan's criticism."

Leng Ting Chen suddenly turned around, his sharp and sinister gaze falling on her face. The corners of his mouth curled up into a cruel smile. "That's right, your hellish life has only just begun!"