Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

boom!

That short sentence struck Qin Jianjia like a thunderclap!

Her body suddenly stiffened, all her struggles, fear, and panic freezing in place.

Suddenly, a glimmer of extreme hope burst forth in those eyes that were originally lifeless and despairing, filled with tear stains!

She instantly understood his unspoken meaning—

The child can still be saved!

Qin Jianjia's tense nerves finally relaxed, and all her stubbornness collapsed in the face of the child's vitality.

Xu Pingsheng took in the hope and compromise in her eyes, a cold and indifferent smile curving his lips, and slowly released his hand from her neck.

He straightened up, turned around, and slowly sat down on the ancient ice jade chair not far away.

The ice chair was bone-chillingly cold, making his posture appear languid, yet his aura was overwhelmingly domineering. He looked down at the disheveled Qin Jianjia, his tone playful yet carrying an undeniable pressure:

"You know exactly what to do next, right?"

"I want you to remember this: this is your punishment for hiding the truth and failing to take care of my son!"

With just two simple sentences, he completely blocked all her escape routes.

Qin Jianjia's body trembled slightly, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

She did not resist, nor did she have the right to resist; this was the price she had to pay!

For her young son, she was willing to give up all dignity and pride.

Qin Jianjia trembled, slowly lowering her proud head...

He knelt down!

Next.

"Oh~ so sweet ...

-

Time flies, and three days later...

Having not heard any movement from inside the hall for a long time, Meng Anran gently lifted her lotus-like steps and slowly pushed open the door to enter.

The scene was one of utter chaos, with the hall in a state of desolation and disarray.

As you can imagine, the battle was incredibly fierce!

Not far away, Qin Jianjia sat alone on her desk.

Her black hair was disheveled and draped haphazardly over her shoulders, and her clothes were tattered and could no longer cover her body.

They were clearly subjected to unimaginable brutality.

Meng Anran sighed softly in her heart, stepped forward, and with a flick of her finger, took out a brand new long dress with a soft texture and exquisite workmanship from her storage ring. She gently draped it over Qin Jianjia's slender shoulders and gently adjusted the collar of the dress for her.

"Senior Qin... Sister Qin, please change into your new clothes first."

"The child will wake up soon, and it wouldn't be good if he saw you like this."

After three days of intense confrontation, Qin Jianjia was exhausted, and all her sharpness and arrogance had faded.

A hint of warmth flickered in her eyes, and her voice, hoarse and weak, whispered her thanks:

"Thanks."

Meng Anran smiled gently: "No need to be so polite, we'll be sisters in the same trench from now on!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jianjia's cheeks flushed slightly, her thoughts a jumble of emotions. She lowered her head in silence, offering no further words.

After Qin Jianjia had tidied her clothes a little, Meng Anran turned to look at Xu Pingsheng beside her, her eyes gentle, and asked softly:

"Master Xu, Xiao Meng'er has been thinking about her new little brother these past few days, constantly asking to see him. I wonder... how is the child doing now?"

She was insightful and understood Xu Pingsheng's character best.

Xu Pingsheng may seem carefree and unrestrained, and act absurdly, but he is by no means someone who doesn't know what's important.

She would never indulge her own son when his life was hanging by a thread.

The only possibility that he has been punishing Qin Jianjia severely over the past three days is that the child is already out of danger and safe.

Faced with his wife's question, Xu Pingsheng smiled calmly and gently, stood up and nodded, saying:

"Don't you believe in my methods?"

"The child's injuries and essence have already been completely healed. He has been reborn from the ashes, achieving perfect rebirth, and will awaken soon."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jianjia, who was standing to the side, was shocked, and her eyes instantly exploded with extreme joy and light!

She clearly remembered that even the Holy Lord of Qingyun, Xiao Ji, had previously stated that the child was beyond saving and had been sentenced to death.

But Xu Pingsheng defied fate and pulled her dying son back from the brink of death, giving him a new lease on life!

At this moment, all the humiliation, torment, and suffering she had endured over the past three days vanished, becoming utterly worthwhile.

Do not!

not enough!

For her child, she was willing to continue...

Don't stop...

-

Fifteen minutes later.

A group of people surrounded the hospital bed.

No one spoke; only the child's faint, fragmented murmurs in his sleep echoed softly and intermittently.

Her tender, soft voice was filled with barely concealed fear and pain, a voice that tugged at the heartstrings.

"Brother...no...it hurts..."

"I'm not a bastard... Brother, it really hurts so much..."

"I'll hold back... I won't make a sound... otherwise Mother will worry about me again..."

The child's innocent murmurs echoed repeatedly, accompanied by the occasional sudden twitching and slight curling of the child's body, clearly indicating that he was plagued by nightmares.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a pang of sadness in their hearts.

They had already learned most of the cruel truth from Xu Pingsheng, and that the child, at such a young age, had endured the extreme torture of having his bones and marrow removed and his life essence extracted.

What's most heartbreaking is that, even after enduring inhuman torture, this innocent child's only concern was that if he cried out in pain, it would cause his mother worry and distress.

In an instant, Qin Jianjia could no longer contain her long-suppressed guilt and grief. Her knees buckled, and she knelt beside the jade bed, tears streaming down her face as she wept uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry... It's all my fault... It was my negligence, I'm useless... Waaah..."

After a few breaths, the child on the bed trembled slightly with his long eyelashes and slowly opened his bewildered eyes.

He had just woken up and his vision was still a little blurry. When he suddenly saw a room full of strangers, his small body stiffened instantly, a hint of timid panic flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously shrank back.

But when his gaze fell upon Qin Jianjia kneeling by the bed, tears streaming down her face, he instantly felt as if he had found his only salvation and anchor. All his panic vanished, and he quickly reached out his small, tender hand, calling out in a soft, sweet voice:

"Mother...I'm so scared..."

A soft, sweet "Mother" completely shattered Qin Jianjia's last line of defense.

She bent down and hugged the young child tightly, tears streaming down her face. She gently patted his back to comfort him, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid, my child, don't be afraid. With your mother here, no one will dare to bully you again."

Nestled in a warm embrace, the child gradually settled down, raised his small head, and curiously looked at the people around him, his eyes full of confusion, and asked softly:

"Mother, who are they? I've never seen them before..."

Qin Jianjia held the child, her nose tingling with tears, and softly introduced:

"They are your father and your aunts."

"Father?"

The child's eyes instantly filled with great confusion, his little brows furrowed slightly, and he murmured softly:

"Do I...do I have a father too?"

Little Meng'er, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, immediately skipped forward, her eyes crinkling with a bright smile, and her clear voice ringing out:

"Hehe! Little one, of course you have a daddy! Not only a daddy, but also lots of older brothers!"

"Oh, and of course, there's my best older sister, the most beautiful, cute, and gentle woman in the universe~~"

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