spring bite mark

Chapter 113 Incomplete Files

On her small, delicate, fair face, familiar features were reflected in Yan Changye's eyes, giving him the feeling of looking in a mirror in the past.

The child's eyes, so similar to his own, were still sleepy; he must have been woken up the moment the blanket was pulled back.

Yan Changye: "..."

Yan Yu: "..."

A complex and disheveled expression appeared on both the large and small faces.

Yan Changye was completely dumbfounded!
Shen Zongqian reported to him several times a day, covering every little detail, even down to what he ate for each meal, how many fruits he used to make the juice for Jiang Manman, and whether the two young masters took a bath on the first or second floor.

But damn it, why don't they mention that these two troublesome things also resorted to a sleight of hand?

Yan Changye's usual suave demeanor vanished instantly in the face of his child's innocent eyes, and he automatically switched into a reserved and restrained fatherly mode.

Behind him, Jiang Manman saw Yan Changye freeze, and asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"

Then he tried to come closer.

Yan Changye covered Yan Yu with his hand, then lay down between Jiang Manman and Yan Yu, pulling the child's head to his chest before calmly speaking to Jiang Manman:
"It's alright, let Xie Jian sleep in my arms tonight."

He paused, turned over to face Jiang Manman, and slowly helped her put on her clothes.

Jiang Manman looked at him with brimming eyes, a hint of doubt in her gaze.

Yan Changye couldn't stand her affectionate gaze, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

After saying that, he turned off the wall lamp. The room fell into darkness, and Yan Changye then revealed the face of the child in his arms. He reached out and, with a hint of punishment, pinched the child's face twice.

Ultimately, they couldn't bear to go too far.

At five o'clock in the morning, a strange alarm clock rang.

Holding a bomb in his arms, Yan Changye dared not sleep too soundly to begin with, and was easily awakened, his brows furrowing slightly.

Behind her, a soft, warm scent pressed against her. Jiang Manman reached out and hugged his waist and said casually, "It's Xie Jian's alarm clock for urinating."

Yan Changye lowered his head slightly to look at the child in his arms. Because of his arrival, the anxious child finally dared to enter a deep sleep, breathing lightly and sleeping soundly.

"Going to the toilet at five o'clock every day?" Yan Changye subtly grabbed the hand around his waist and kneaded it wantonly.

"Hmm, once at 2 AM and once at 5 AM every night." Jiang Manman complained sleepily, "You should talk to Xie Yunxi about this later. It's not good for the child to pee at regular intervals. Tell him to change this habit."

"Don't worry, Madam, this habit will stop starting tomorrow."

With a little thought, Yan Changye clearly outlined the timeline of the substitution.

On one hand, she was furious that the two children were so audacious as to come up with such a ridiculous and terrible idea; on the other hand, she sighed at Jiang Manman's naivety and confusion, not realizing that someone had been switched in her arms in the middle of the night after so many days.

Despite her anger, when Jiang Manman got up in the morning, Yan Changye was holding the child and refused to get out of bed.

Jiang Manman got dressed and looked at the two people, one big and one small, wrapped in the blanket with surprise: "Yan Changye, I heard that you have several important meetings at Yanjing Group early this morning."

Yan Changye gave a lazy "Mmm": "Madam, please go to work. I'll get up shortly."

Jiang Manman casually gathered her long, flowing hair and leaned in gently: "Open the blanket, let me kiss Xie Jian."

Yan Changye felt the small body in his arms stiffen, knowing the child was awake. He patted the child's back soothingly through the blanket, his peach-blossom eyes gazing at Jiang Manman with a deep look:
"Why did you kiss him? I've been back for several hours. Let's not even talk about anything more intimate, but have you ever kissed me?"

Jiang Manman looked at Yan Changye speechlessly: "Are you jealous of a child again?"

"Hmm, I wasn't home, but Madam and... Xie Jian seemed quite close." Yan Changye pondered, "Since Madam isn't in a hurry to go to work, why don't we talk about the matter of my dressing room being occupied?"

Jiang Manman looked at him disapprovingly: "You're almost thirty, can you stop arguing with a six-year-old? I'm going to work, whether you go to the company or not is none of my business, but don't you dare bully Xie Jian, or I won't forgive you when we get back." "Heh..." Yan Changye's lips curled slightly, implying something, "I won't forgive you either."

Jiang Manman's face flushed. She glanced at him and touched the back of Yan Yu's head that was sticking out through the blanket. She wanted to kiss the child's face, but she saw that the child, who usually had his whole face pressed against hers, was tightly curled up in Yan Changye's arms and refused to move.

Jiang Manman chuckled: "It seems the child has been missing you terribly for so many days."

After that, he stood up and left.

After a while.

On Yan Changye's phone, Shen Zongqian sent a message: "Madam has left."

Yan Changye then got up, put on his outdoor clothes, and then carried the child in his arms as he went out the door.

"Throw them into Villa Number Two and keep an eye on them." He handed Yan Yu to the bodyguards guarding the door. "I'll deal with them slowly when I get back."

The sounds of the night rushed through the traffic in an instant.

In a coffee shop near No. 1 Mansion.

Ning Xinyue held her coffee, watching the familiar black car drive past on the road in front of her through the glass wall and the sea of ​​people, her expression inscrutable.

A strange sense of irony welled up inside me.

Early in the morning, I heard rumors that Yan Changye had returned to his country.

She waited patiently at this inevitable stop, confirming with her own eyes that Yan Changye had indeed returned. And yet… after so many years, she felt a renewed longing for him…

Even without seeing the person clearly, just seeing a car made my heart start to race.

She rationally suppressed that absurd feeling and made the phone call.

An hour later, the archivist from St. John's Hospital sat down opposite her, looking rather awkward.

"How's the investigation going?" Ning Xinyue asked impatiently.

"Most of the documents from that time were secretly withdrawn and taken away, and what I found was incomplete."

The archivist took out the thin document in his hand and carefully pushed it in front of her.

While Ning Xinyue was flipping through the documents, the archivist acted as a guide: "The person who withdrew and took away Ms. Jiang's medical records is said to be a big shot from the port city."

A big shot from the port city?

Xie Yuheng?
The documents in Ning Xinyue's hand were a surgical record and a discharge record.

In addition, there was a file transfer letter. The signature on the file transfer letter read 'Xie Yuheng,' and the three characters were clearly visible through the paper.

Ning Xinyue's heart pounded!

It really is Xie Yuheng!

The archivist continued, "I asked many people, and I heard that when Miss Jiang was undergoing surgery, that important figure from Hong Kong stayed outside the operating room the whole time. Later, when the baby had complications, that same important figure directly mobilized a large group of experts and professors from the capital for consultation..."

Ning Xinyue's cold gaze fell on the two records in her hands.

She read it three times, word by word, and then smiled softly, a smile tinged with irony.
"Twins? Extremely premature babies born before 22 weeks? Jiang Manman and Xie Yuheng?"

Can this arrogant and doting son of a prominent Beijing socialite handle this gossip?

I'm really... looking forward to it!

(End of this chapter)