repeatedly, tears streaming down my face that I couldn't stop."Sorry!" Jiang Yancheng let out a cold snort, his face contorted with deep pain. "If apologies were effective, they could have saved Xiao..."Doctor, how is it!" Rong Ling anxiously asked the doctor who was performing the examination, not paying much attention to He Ya's unusual expression. [..tw super many good novels] It was only then that He Ya realized she had been a bit smug just now. What if Bingbing didn't have anything wrong after the check-up What should she do! But thinking of Rong Ling's concern for Bingbing, and remembering the blood on her own leg, her heart felt a little more at ease. She was in this state already, if Rong Ling noticed something was wrong, what could he do!

"It's nothing, just my butt is a little swollen from being hit!"

The doctor made a very valid point! Because the weather is still quite chilly today, Lin Meng is still wearing thick thermal underwear. So although it seemed like she was hitting hard, a lot of her force was absorbed by the thick layers of undergarments.

Rong Ling was stunned when he heard this.

Bingbing was a little flustered at this point, and she choked back tears as she said, "Doctor, my head hurts!"

The doctor smiled and asked Bingbing a few questions before saying, "If you're not comfortable, you can get a brain scan. But from my experience over the years, this little one should be fine!"

Bīngbing then let out two hums and whispered, "It hurts!"

Then, let's have a check!

Rong Ling directly ordered, cutting off He Ya's words before she could finish.

Binge stretched out her little hand and grabbed Rong Ling's big palm, calling out pitifully, "Uncle Rong!"

Rong Lingchong smiled at her.

Even though Bingbing is somewhat clever, she is still too naive to discern whether Rongling's smile was genuine or not!

The nurse began to arrange for the examination. Rong Ling came to the outside of the examination room, reaching out his hand, about to take a cigarette from his pocket. Just as he took out the cigarette case and the cigarette, he looked at the white tip of the cigarette, and the pale face flashed in his mind. His heart tightened! He thought that because the woman had softly advised him not to smoke at the time, "Don't smoke, it's bad for your health", he had been quitting smoking for a long time! There was one in his pocket, but it was just for occasional socializing!

He took it out again because he was agitated. When he heard the doctor say almost certainly that Bingbing was fine, he froze for a moment and felt a sharp pain spreading in his chest, followed by a coldness. He trusted this child so much and treated her almost indulgently. Could such a child lie to him!

He doesn't know!

Perhaps rationality had already given him the analysis, but emotionally, he refused to know! Once again, it was wishful thinking; he simply wasn't willing to admit defeat! But over there were his wife and son!

Although he knew that taking Bingbing to the hospital immediately was the right thing to do, as it could minimize Lin Meng's exposure to the He family's retaliation, now that the media war had just begun, involving the He family might change everything. His carefully laid plans might all go to waste. The He family, while not as powerful as the Rong family, was a centuries-old clan with nearly a hundred years of accumulated experience. Their tactics were formidable and difficult to counter. While he currently controlled the Rong family, its internal factions were numerous and complex, and retired elders constantly interfered, making it impossible for him to act freely. He didn't want her to be in danger, so he chose to side with Bingbing at that time.

But deep down, he also knew that these were just excuses. At that moment, his worry for Bingbing wasn't fake. He had always cared so much for this child over the years, so when something happened, instinctively, he put her first.

This child――

Róng Lǐng crushed the cigarette in his hand, his eyes darkening slightly.

His phone vibrated at that moment, and he immediately pulled it out of his pocket. The caller ID showed Miao Qing, so he answered, regaining his composure and asking her, “How is Mengmeng doing!”

While he seemed to leave coldly and decisively, he instructed Miaoqing to go take care of Lin Meng.

Miao Qing's voice on the phone was somewhat depressed. "I think you'd better come here in person, Mengmeng's head was broken!"

Rong Ling's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in an instant. The palm holding the phone, veins bulged on the back.

When I left, she was still fine. What happened!

His voice unconsciously grew louder.

Could it be that the He family has already made their move!

"Back then, her head was broken, you probably didn't see it!"

Miao Qing's voice was faint, but it still carried some emotion, mixed with reproach!

Rong Ling's face changed, a tinge of pain flashed in her dark eyes. She had her head broken back then, but how did she not say anything! He carefully examined her from head to toe, making sure she was alright before saying those words, but how did she end up getting hurt!At that time, everyone could see that He Ya was bleeding, clearly the one who was seriously injured. He couldn't favor her, so his tone revealed blame. And because He Ya's leg injury was caused by Youyou, he couldn't abandon He Ya and instead had to take Youyou to the doctor!

But how did she get hurt!

Why didn't she tell him!

"Where is she now!" he cried out in anguish, covering his stinging eyes with his hand.

Miao Qing gave him her address, and Rong Ling immediately took off running. As he ran, he quickly made several phone calls. Within minutes, he arrived at the address Miao Qing had given him and found Lin Meng sitting on a bench, her head bowed, silently holding a small child in her arms.

The nurse carefully parted her hair with surgical forceps, then gently swabbed the blood on her head with a sterilized cotton ball. He watched as the cotton ball was quickly stained red with blood, his heart constricted, tight and painful throughout his body.

I don't know what she was thinking, her head bowed low, nor do I know what the little one was thinking, his face grim. In any case, neither of them seemed to notice his arrival. He sat down beside her and reached out to embrace her, only then did she startle, lifting her head abruptly. Then, the son in her arms also seemed startled, widening his eyes and raising his head.

Those same clear eyes, watching him with apprehension, gave him a sense of being shut out and isolated. His heart was filled with a mix of emotions he couldn't quite define.

Seeing him, she blinked softly and slowly lowered her head. That faint movement was like the bittersweet melancholy that words could not express at the curtain's fall.

The little guy opened his mouth, but then closed it again, and hung his head, burying himself deeper into her arms.

"I didn't know you were hurt..." he said in a low, hoarse voice. Facing the mother and son like this, his words felt pale and powerless.

He pulled her into his arms, and she didn't resist.

The nurse stood by, politely remaining silent and then moved slightly aside, still diligently assisting with the wound treatment.

He encircled her slender waist with his hands, tightening it little by little.

"Does it hurt" he asked her in a hoarse voice.

She remained silent, as if she had lost the strength to speak, only nodding slowly.

He pursed his lips, silently watching her, allowing her to nestle closer into his embrace. In his silence, he conveyed his presence, his warmth a comforting heat against hers.

The little figure in Lin Meng's dream, suddenly twisted its body and extended a small hand, pushing forcefully at his arms as if trying to get him to let go of Lin Meng.

Rong Ling remained motionless, silent as a mountain embracing her.

The little boy pushed for a long time, his face flushed red, but he didn't budge. Probably annoyed and angry, the little boy bared his teeth, pulling up Rong Ling's sleeve to reveal his strong arm.

"Let go of my mommy!" the little boy muttered grumpily.

Rong Ling remained still.

The little boy lowered his head and bit hard into his arm.

"Let go, or I'll bite you again!"

The little boy had tears in his eyes, staring at the two rows of teeth marks on his arm. He roared out in a hoarse voice. But if you listened carefully, you could hear the suppressed sobs in his voice.

Rong Ling remained still.

The little guy was true to his word. He lowered his head and bit into his arm again. This time, he didn't let go. Instead, he stubbornly increased his strength and bit down relentlessly. The sharp teeth began to pierce the skin and sink into the solid muscle. The little guy felt the familiar metallic taste of blood once more. It was the same taste as when he had bitten the evil woman before. Just like then, the little guy shed tears—tears mixed with sorrow and anger. But this time was different. Before, he was angry at the evil woman and sad for his mommy; now he was angry at the bullying, and sorrowful... for himself, for his mommy, and even for that "godfather" who he had once called out happily!

He bit him, and the little guy was hurting inside too!

But he still wanted to bite!

He felt wronged, for himself, for Mommy. But he didn't know what to do about it.

He can only childishly bite!

Rong Ling stood silently, allowing the child to bite him. His hands remained still, tightly holding onto Lin Meng. With his other hand, he gently pressed on Lin Meng's head, helping the nurse stabilize Lin Meng's hair so that she could easily treat his wounds.

Blood quickly gushed from the little boy's mouth and began to flow down his arm!

Lin Meng watched this scene, the dam she had just built in her heart crumbled again. Hot tears, once again, streamed down her cheeks.

Tears streaming down, landed on his arm, causing him to immediately furrow his brow.

This man, even though he was injured and bleeding, didn't even furrow his brow. He remained as motionless as a robot when bitten by the little one. Yet, her tears made him acutely aware, and his body tightened again.

"Does it hurt!" he murmured in a hoarse voice, knowing that his question was merely an unanswerable whisper. Because the pain, it was definitely more than just the wound!

"Don't cry, if it hurts, just bite me, okay"

He brought his other arm forward and gently touched her lips with it.

Such a repayment method is clumsy, yet so sincere!

She shook her head wildly, clasping his large hand with both of hers, covering her face and sobbing uncontrollably. Hot tears slid instantly across his palm, spreading quickly to soak his entire hand in their salty flow.

This humid, hot temperature made him vaguely lost in thought, a feeling of both strangeness and familiarity. She always cried like this, covering her eyes with her hands, sometimes her own, sometimes his. It was a pitiful insistence on not being seen, yet also a fragile form of self-protection!

A sharp pang ran through his heart, and he uttered the words.

"Sorry!"

He murmured softly, leaving a soothing kiss on the back of her ear.

The little boy suddenly let go of his arm and burst into tears, sobbing while staring wide-eyed at Rong Ling with a mix of grievance and resentment.

"It was that little sister's fault, but you don't believe me, you don't believe Mommy… Wuu… I just hit her once, just once, but she treated Mommy so badly before... She lied, she tricked people, she made it so Mommy doesn't have birthdays anymore… Wuu… Every year it's only my birthday, but not Mommy's… It's all that little sister's fault… She framed Mommy, making her abandoned and without birthdays… Wuu… I avenged Mommy by hitting her, what's wrong with that She's a bad kid, the worst, most wicked child I've ever seen… Wuu… Wicked to the core… I'll hit her again next time… Wuu… I'll hit her again… I don't need you to believe me… I just hit her, so what I'll hit her… Who cares if you believe me or not…"

The child's words were like dropping a boulder into an already agitated lake. Rong Ling was shocked, he truly didn't know there was such a backstory! Birthday... birthday... that year's birthday! That year's amusement park! That year...

He lowered his eyes, because he distinctly felt the tears rolling in his palm were swelling more and more!

Some things, he carelessly thought had passed, but he didn't realize they would become indelible wounds for others!

"Let go of my mommy, she's mine! I will protect her, you don't need to. Let her go, wuwu..."

He reached out and began pushing Rong Ling's arm.

The nurse frowned on the side, bearing the pressure. Based on professional ethics, she whispered in a low voice, "This... you still need to treat your wound, there's quite a bit of blood!"

This refers to the bite marks on Rong Ling's arm made by the little kid!

The little boy "burped" and immediately widened his eyes, as if he had been electrocuted. He quickly retracted his hand. Then, he started crying and shouted: "You let go of my mommy but you didn't! It's all your fault, boo hoo, it's all your fault..."

He crouched down again, this time with tears in his eyes. He took Rong Ling's arm in his hands and, like a little dog, licked the wounds on his arms with his tongue, crying all the while. His childish face was etched with concern despite the pain he showed.

Though he acted tough and said he disliked Rong Ling, deep down, his heart still leaned towards him, yearning for him.

If he didn't care, why would I be so concerned now! He childishly retorted, "Who cares if you believe me or not!"

Instead, he desperately wanted to be believed. That's why now he was wounded like a hurt little leopard, roaring, crying, raging, but also pathetically weak! sorts of rumors about He Ya spread throughout city B just like the ancient poem says, "As if overnight a spring breeze came, thousands and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed." Of course, these rumors...