Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren understood Leng Lintian's meaning. Jing's mother was crazy when she was ill and would hurt people around her.As long as Jing Jiaren is pushed a few times now, she may lose her child.

At this moment, Mama Jing had already knocked 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 wants to come here and hurt my child, I will kill him!" Mother Jing stroked her belly, "Baby, Mommy will protect you."

Seeing such a situation, how could the servant dare to step forward.

Leng Lintian put Jing Jiaren down, and walked downstairs quickly.

Mother Jing would not allow Leng Lintian to approach...

Just as he reached out to grab her, she grabbed the tile in her hand and slashed towards Leng Lintian viciously.

After all, Leng Lintian didn't dare to fight back and hurt Jingmu, and he was even more worried that Jingmu would hurt himself in the random strokes.

He simply went straight to meet her and grabbed her wrist.

At that moment, a piece of glass slid across his palm...

But he still caught Jingmu very quickly, snatched the tiles, and picked up Jingmu and walked upstairs.

"Let go of me... Feng Lie, you can't treat me like this..." Jing's mother's eyes were distracted, "This is our child, are you going to murder our own child?..."

Over the years, Jing Jiaren has heard the name "Fenglie" from Jing's mother countless times.

But it was the first time I saw her go crazy and talk about children.

She was stimulated after seeing the canvas and had a seizure.

A servant picked up the canvas, while the other servants quickly cleaned up the broken porcelain vase.

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand: "Give me the canvas."

Taking the canvas, he looked at Ximen Longting's evil and arrogant face.

"Call Dr. Bell over immediately, and tell me that my mother's condition has flared up again." After explaining to the servant, Jing Jiaren turned around and followed Leng Lintian's footsteps to the room.

Along the way, there was blood dripping from Leng Lintian's cut palm.

Mother Jing was placed on the bed, making a fuss crazily.

Leng Lintian restrained her body patiently until the doctor came and injected a tranquilizer into her body.

"Feng Lie..."

Jing's mother's vision was blurred, and the tears in her eyes quickly overflowed and dripped down.

Jing Jiaren looked at Jing's mother who had passed out, "Master Ximen's name is Feng Lie, isn't it?"

Leng Lintian stood up and took the cotton from the doctor to press the wound.

"You said, Master Ximen's name is Feng Lie?" Jing Jiaren rushed up, tightly grasping Leng Lintian's clothes.

He looked down at her: "Isn't this obvious?"

She just wanted a confirmation...

"The child she mentioned is her and Master Ximen's child?" Jing Jiaren asked, "Is that child you—or me?"

"Your imagination is too 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 lightly, "Don't worry, it won't be any of us."

"The child is dead? How do you know?"

"The child's death is the main reason for 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 your husband."