C1 Happy little woman

Five o'clock, hospital.

"Dr. Cheng, as well as the beauties, I'll be getting off work first." After waving goodbye to everyone with a smile, the young nurse turned around and walked back to the elevator.

"Look at her face. She's still three minutes away from getting off work."

"How can I not be anxious when I have a boyfriend of 24 years old who is downstairs at the right time?"

"A girl nourished by love is such a blissful thing!"

The medical staff in the office were jabbering away as they took over shifts. Cheng Tianshu smiled as he wrote down the last line of medical logs and closed the book.

A girl who was nourished by love was indeed the happiest.

"Little Painting, do you want to join us for dinner?" Little Song asked with a smile.

Actually, everyone knew that Cheng Tian Painting didn't have time, because she either had to go to another department to look after her plant mother, or she had to go home and accompany her husband.

Sure enough, Yan Rushui shook her head and said with a smile, "I won't be going. You guys have some fun."

"Eh? Isn't that the BMW from the little painters? " Jing, who was standing on the windowsill, suddenly shouted. Her colleagues hugged her, stretched out their necks and smiled. "It's really the painter's car."

"Alas, another happy woman who has been nourished by love." Little Song sighed with an ambiguous expression.

Cheng Tian Painting went to the window in surprise and looked down. Sure enough, he saw his husband Lin Yuan's car parked downstairs. A sweet smile appeared on her pretty face. She quickly went back to her seat and packed up her things before leaving the office under the envious gaze of her colleagues.

Lin Yuan rarely came to pick her up from work, so when she heard from her colleagues that Lin Yuan's BMW was downstairs, she almost could not believe it.

Lin Yuan's BMW was parked in front of the hospital building. Cheng Tiantao joyfully opened the passenger door and sat inside. He turned his head to look at Lin Yuan and asked, "Why are you here to pick me up from work today?"

"Today is the third anniversary of our marriage. We'll treat you to seafood." Lin Yuan turned his head and glanced at her, the smile on his handsome face was a little stiff.

The third anniversary of their marriage, yes, she would have forgotten it if he hadn't said so.

He hadn't thought that she would be so indifferent to him. He still remembered their wedding anniversary. Was this a good start?

Finally able to see the bright moon, Cheng Tian Painting suddenly became filled with confidence for the future.

The car left the busy city and headed for the bay. While Cheng was still daydreaming about a bright future, the car turned right at a place less than a kilometer away from the bay and took another path.

She looked around and was about to ask a question when Lin Yuan stepped on the brakes to stop the car in front of a dilapidated factory, unbuckled his seat belt and climbed out.

Cheng Tian painting hesitated, but he didn't follow along.

The environment here was dilapidated and there was very little human presence. Just looking at it was enough to make people feel uneasy.

And just at this moment, a woman's terrified scream came from above: "Yuan, quickly come and save me, save me …" "I'm so scared …"

He looked up and saw a man and a woman standing at the base of a dilapidated wall on the second floor. The woman was as beautiful as a flower and as slim as a woman.

The man was tall and thin with a face full of hostility. He had one arm around the woman's neck and the other hand was holding a sharp fruit knife. The blade was pressed against the woman's slender neck, and it seemed as if danger could strike at any moment.

"Yuan …" The woman's face was covered in makeup as she cried. Her entire body was trembling, causing anyone who saw her to feel heartache.

This woman called Feng Jing Cheng had seen her before, and on more than one occasion, when they were first married, Lin Yuan had abandoned his real wife and openly dueled with her.

For the past three years, Feng Jing had never left Lin Yuan's life.

However, she didn't understand what had happened today. Xiao San had been kidnapped? Her husband brought her here to plead with the kidnappers?

As a weak girl, what could she do to help?

The cold-faced Lin Yuan opened his mouth, "I've said it before, Jing is pregnant, you'd better not touch her."

She was pregnant …!

The mind of the drawing went blank.

Feng Jing was pregnant, pregnant with her husband's child?

"I also said that I want her to be safe. Either take out five million now, or use your wife to exchange." The man upstairs ruthlessly threw out this sentence.

Tian Hua's brain was still in a muddle when the car door beside her suddenly opened, followed by her body being pulled out of the car. "Jing Jing is pregnant, this is something you can't do. If you still want to continue being the young mistress of the Lin Family, and you still want to get a penny from me, then immediately go up here and change Jing."

Lin Yuan waved his arm and pointed to a similarly dilapidated staircase.

The Sky Painting stared at him in a daze, obviously unable to believe what he had just heard.

This man called Lin Yuan, her husband, since he told her to change the mistress upstairs?

His heart instantly turned cold.

Tears filled his eyes.

She knew Lin Yuan did not love her, and even hated her, but wasn't she his real wife? Isn't one day of marriage a hundred days of grace?

How could he be so heartless?

"Go quickly!" His anxious urging sounded in his ears.

How worried was he about his woman?

Thinking of the noble throne of the Lin Clan's Young Mistress and thinking of his mother lying on her sickbed, Heaven Painting raised his face and blinked his eyes, forcefully forcing the tears back into his eyes. Then he stepped forward and carefully made his way to the stairs that led to the second floor.

The man upstairs clearly did not expect Lin Yuan to actually exchange his wife for a mistress. He was so shocked that he was speechless. He looked at the heavenly painting a few meters away, then looked at Feng Jing in his arms, and finally let Feng Jing go.

The man held the painting in place, not daring to move a muscle.

He heard the man's ruthless shout, "The one with the surname Lin! I will only give you one night, before dawn, don't bring over five million, just wait to collect your wife's corpse … "

The only response he got was the sound of the BMW's engine revving up as it sped away.

Looking in the direction of the car, the painting smiled hopelessly.

5 million, a small amount that the Lin Family could easily take out, but Lin Yuan would rather use her safety to exchange for Feng Jing.

"What are you laughing at?" The kidnapper seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and flung the painting onto the ground in anger.

Tian Hua got up from the ground, sitting on the dusty floor as he looked at him, "I'm laughing at you for being such a fool."

"What do you mean?" The kidnapper frowned.

"Can't you see? "Lin Yuan doesn't care about my life. If I die, he can marry Feng Jing and enter the door, and then the family of three will live happily together."

"You …" Annoyed, the kidnapper reached down and grabbed her clothes, roughly lifting her off the ground.

Tian Hua still sneered, "He won't send the money. If he still has any conscience, he will immediately call the police to save me. As for whether you are tearing the tickets or releasing the people, he doesn't care."

"I'll kill you now!" The kidnapper raised his knife.

"Then you get nothing." "If you kill me, the police will kill you, and then not only will you not get the money, the law will make you pay for it with your life, which is not worth it at all. I might as well pay you two hundred thousand, and let me go, just treat it as me buying myself a life. "

"Two hundred thousand?" "You wish!"

"My cheap life is worth it. If you don't want to, then kill me."

The kidnapper stared at the calm face of the painting and his heart wavered a little.

He had indeed seen Lin Yuan's attitude towards the Heaven Painting just now. When he left with Feng Jing, he did not even say a word of explanation, not caring about the Heaven Painting's life or death at all.

At this moment, the sound of sirens coming from far away came from outside.

The kidnapper let out a low curse, threw down the sky-painting and ran away.

He ran a few steps, turned around, and pointed his index finger at the sky painting. "Two hundred thousand, remember it well."

After the kidnapper left, the legs of the man who had been pretending to be calm suddenly went soft, and he collapsed on the cold ground.

The painting was brought back to the city by the police. Only after an hour of recording in the police station did they regain their freedom.

It was almost nine o'clock, and after dinner, she felt cold and hungry. She waved to a car by the side of the road and headed home.

The lights in the Lin family's villa were already on. From afar, he heard his aunt Lin Ting say with a disgusted voice, "Mom, you saw it too. Cheng Tian Hua is a hens that doesn't lay eggs. Why don't you let your brother divorce her?"

"Heaven Painting is still young, give her a bit more time." It was Madam Lin's voice.

"It's been three years."

"Shh …" When Madam Lin saw the Heaven Painting enter, she hurriedly gestured for Lin Ting to keep quiet.

Heaven Painting had long since gotten used to this kind of discussion. She forced a polite smile on her face and greeted the two of them, "Mom, Little Ting, I'm back."

Lin Ting cast a sidelong glance at her before coldly turning her face away.

On the other hand, Madam Lin sized up Sky Painting's pale face and asked with concern, "Little Painting, what's wrong? Is your body not feeling well? "

At this moment, not only did the Sky Painting have a bad complexion, even the clothes on her body were dirty and wrinkled. She just wanted to hurry back to her room to soak in a hot bath and change into a clean set of clothes.

"I'm not feeling well. Mom, I'll go up to rest first." She lowered her head and walked towards the second floor.

It wasn't a very long spiral. It was the first time she had walked so hard, so slowly, as if she would never reach the end.

Even at the end, it was emptiness and loneliness, not what she wanted.

It was a large room, luxurious and exquisite, but it could not warm the cold heart of the painting in the slightest.

Lin Yuan did not come back as usual, and was probably comforting his little lover wholeheartedly.

She took off her dirty clothes, sank her body into the hot tub, and closed her eyes. Everything that had just happened was like an inverted movie back to her mind.

Lin Yuan said that Feng Jing was pregnant, and that was something she could not do. The aunt also said that she was a hen that could not lay eggs. She also wanted to get pregnant and give birth to a child for Lin Yuan, forming a whole family. But did Lin Yuan ever give her a chance?

She had been married for three years, but she still maintained her virginity. How could she talk to others about such a shameful matter?

Yes, Lin Yuan had raised more women outside than wearing clothes, but he did not even look at her, his real wife, nor touch her body. How could she get pregnant?

On the night before their wedding, Lin Yuan hugged her and vowed that he would love her for his entire life. The words that he used to pamper her for the rest of her life had already become a part of his dream.

She stood up from the bathtub. Her body was reflected in the mirror across from her. Her skin was white and delicate. Her figure was slender and even. It could even be considered a full chest. Everything was still considered delicate, so why couldn't she attract her husband's interest?

How much did Lin Yuan hate her? Where did it come from?