C5

Suddenly, Yang Xichen's angry voice sounded from behind him.

"Yang Xichen, what are you doing here?" Xia Ying asked in panic.

Yang Xichen ignored Xia Ying, and stared fixedly at Li Zelin who stood beside her.

Looking at Li Zelin's delicate and pretty appearance, Yang Xichen's handsome face instantly turned ugly.

As expected of a standard pretty boy, he had some capital.

"You are Li Zelin?"

Being suddenly questioned, Li Zelin was stunned for a moment and then nodded his head.

Hearing Yang Xichen mention Li Zelin, Xia Ying subconsciously stood in front of Li Zelin.

"Yang Xichen, you still haven't answered me, what exactly are you doing here?"

"Why am I here? Ask him, he called me here."

Yang Xichen's voice woke Xia Ming, who was on the sickbed.

"Mom, I feel so bad."

Xia Ming's weak voice came from the ward.

Xia Ying's heart ached when she heard Xia Ming's voice as she hurried into the ward.

Mom?

Had she and he already had children?

In a split-second, Yang Xichen felt as if all the energy in his body had been drawn out, and his upright spine bent down for the first time.

Too late!

Everything was too late!

Li Zelin looked at Xia Ying and then at Yang Xichen.

It was obvious that Yang Xichen had misunderstood something, but this misunderstanding, should he say it out loud?

"Sorry, I'm going in to take a look at Little Ming."

Li Zelin smiled apologetically at Yang Xichen and followed him into the ward.

Yang Xichen's anger flared up for a moment. He also followed in, and when he saw the scene of the 'family of three' in the ward, he was exceptionally dazzled.

"Mom, who is that uncle?"

Seeing someone walk in, Xia Ming turned his head and met Yang Xichen's eyes.

Something seemed to be in the air.

"This child …"

Xia Ying immediately stood up to block Xia Ming. With a frown, she said, "Please leave."

Yang Xichen froze for a moment.

The child in front of him looked exactly the same as he had when he was young. He looked like he was three or four years old again …

"Ying Ying, this child …"

"This child's surname is Xia, it has nothing to do with you."

Without any hesitation, Xia Ying interrupted Yang Xichen, and after he finished speaking, he even took a step towards Li Zelin.

Such a small movement immediately made Li Zelin understand what was going on.

"Little Ming, it's Ying Ying and I …"

"Bullshit."

Veins popped up on Yang Xichen's forehead. His eyes no longer held anger, but instead anxiety. He urgently wanted to know Xia Ming's identity.

Although he already had a guess, he wasn't sure if Xia Ying would say it herself.

"Enough."

Xia Ying couldn't help but shout at Yang Xichen.

"No matter what you're thinking, four years ago, we were already strangers. Now that you've appeared in front of me, what are you trying to prove? Prove that you and Lin Xue are very happy? Or are you still not satisfied with me? "

As she spoke, traces of tears actually appeared in Xia Ying's eyes.

Xia Ming had never seen Xia Ying like this before. His heart ached as he struggled to get up to wipe her tears away.

"Mom's fine. Lie still." After Xia Ying comforted Xia Ming, she sat on the bed, not wanting to continue talking to Yang Xichen at all.

When Li Zelin saw this scene, he sighed and lightly patted Xia Ying's back.

"Don't touch her."

This move by Li Zelin successfully caused Yang Xichen to lose his rationality once again.

Right now, he only wanted to chop off Li Zelin's hand.

"Why are you doing this? Didn't you explain everything four years ago? "

"Shut up."

Yang Xichen looked at Li Zelin. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally managed to calm down the waves in his heart.

"Xia Ying, I'll find out what happened."

Saying that, Yang Xichen turned around and left. As he was leaving, he accidentally bumped into Li Zelin's shoulder, causing him to retreat half a step.

"Yang Xichen, you bastard!"

"Ying Ying, forget it."

Hearing Li Zelin's words, Yang Xichen who was about to step out of the ward, suddenly stopped.

"What did you say?" Yang Xichen turned around to look at Xia Ying, "Who exactly is the bastard? With such a big green hat on my head, you and his children have it! You're still calling me a bastard? Don't forget, you're my wife! "

Xia Ying sneered. That night four years ago had been like a nightmare, and now, it had appeared again.

"Hehe, Yang Xichen! Tell me, what does Lin Xue count for? Green hat? You don't have the nerve to mention that word? "

Xia Ming tightly held onto Xia Ying's clothes, trying to calm her emotions.

Li Zelin looked at Xia Ming, turned his head around, smiled at him and said, "Little Ming, where's mom? We still need to talk to this uncle. Let's go out for a while, okay?"

Xia Ming looked at Yang Xichen before looking at Xia Ying, and finally nodded.

"Did I tell you to leave?" Yang Xichen looked at Xia Ying with self-mockery, then reached over to pick up her pointed chin.

"Li Zelin, let me tell you, whether it's Xia Ying or this child, they are both mine, they won't have the slightest connection to you."

After Yang Xichen finished speaking, he pulled Xia Ying's arm and was about to bring her away.

"Yang Xichen, you're crazy, let go of me."

"Let her go."

"Let go of Mom."

Leaving Xia Ming, Li Zelin strode forward and grabbed Yang Xichen's collar.

Just when Yang Xichen was prepared to fight against Li Zelin, he suddenly discovered that his lower leg had been hugged by a small figure.

"You're not allowed to bully mommy, you're not allowed to bully mommy …"

Looking at this face that was exactly the same as his own when he was young, a trace of gentleness appeared on Yang Xichen's originally serious face as he hugged Xia Ming.

Yang Xichen's actions gave Xia Ying a fright, she immediately looked towards Yang Xichen, "Put Little Ming down, he has nothing to do with the two of us."

"Don't worry." Yang Xichen's free hand tightly wrapped around Xia Ying's movements, and directly walked out of the ward.

"Xia Ying …" Li Zelin still wanted to say something, but Xia Ying gave him a look of relief and followed Yang Xichen's footsteps.

Yang Xichen only let the two go after he brought them to the car, while Xia Ming subconsciously went into Xia Ying's embrace.

"Are you crazy? Little Ming is still having a fever! " Xia Ying stared at Yang Xichen with eyes full of anger and accusation.

Only now did Yang Xichen notice Xia Ming's red face, and subconsciously reached out to stroke his forehead to test the temperature.

As it neared Xia Ming's forehead, Xia Ying slapped his hand away, "What are you doing?"

Yang Xichen frowned as he glanced at Xia Ying. If it wasn't for the anxious look on her face, he would have already scolded her, "Old Zhang, go to the nearest children's hospital."

The driver replied with a "yes" before speeding up.

Inside the hospital, Xia Ying looked anxiously at Xia Ming, who was in the ward. Yang Xichen sat silently on the spot.