Li Yue disappeared.

Ling Xiucheng finally became anxious.

He anxiously grabbed the shoulder of the servant beside him:

"Where's Li Yue?"

"Where is she?"

It was raining heavily outside. As a woman who had just given birth, she casually left home. What if something happened?

The servant was shaken so hard that even his voice trembled when he spoke:

"Miss Li...she's out."

As he said that, the servant pointed in the direction of the door to the backyard, "That direction."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yujin kicked the door open, raised his legs and chased in that direction.

Ling Xiucheng also glared at the servant helplessly and quickly chased after him.

After the father and son chased him out of the backyard, they saw Li Yue's figure.

She didn't go far.

What she was holding in her arms was no longer the small cloth bag, but the dead baby.

The woman was wearing Li Jingchuan's black windbreaker and walked very slowly.

Next to her, Li Jingchuan, who was only wearing trousers and a shirt, was holding a huge black umbrella for her.

The two of them were walking in the heavy rain. The rain almost soaked Li Jingchuan's whole body, but Li Yue was hardly wet at all.

Heavy rain fell on the ground.

In addition to the sound of rain and footsteps in the air, there was only Li Yue holding the dead baby and murmuring:

"Baby, don't be afraid. Mom will take you home right now."

"The rain will stop soon. When the sun comes out, there will be a rainbow. Baby, have you ever seen a rainbow?"

"You will see it, the rainbow is here to send you..."

...

A woman's words are like raving when she's crazy, or like she's comforting herself when she's sober.

Ling Xiucheng looked at Li Yue's back and felt heartbroken. He was about to step forward and grab Li Yue to wake her up, but was pulled back by Ling Yujin.

"If you don't want her to hate you, don't do anything."

He glanced at Li Jingchuan next to Li Yue and said in a hoarse voice:

"Except for him, no one can stay with her like this now."

This child belongs to Li Yue and Li Jingchuan.

The pain of losing a child should be borne by two people.

Ling Xiucheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing and just sighed deeply.

The father and son stood silently under the eaves of the corridor, watching Li Jingchuan hold an umbrella and accompany Li Yue slowly into the heavy rain.

It wasn't until the two people's backs disappeared that Ling Yujin turned to look at Ling Xiucheng:

"Has Ling Qinghe's child been born?"

Ling Xiucheng nodded, "It's a girl, she looks like Qin Mulan."

The man curled his lips and glanced at the middle-aged man with some white hair in front of him with a half-smile:

"After this child is born, the relationship between the Ling family and the Qin family will be more than just an engagement."

"When does Qin Muran plan to hold a wedding with Ling Qinghe?"

Standing next to him, Ling Xiucheng sighed, "I said I would wait until the baby is one month old to have double happiness."

After saying that, he glanced in Li Yue's direction:

"Before, Mu Ran didn't know that something was going on with Li Yue, and he asked me to invite Li Yue to attend when his child is one month old."

"But looking at Li Yue's current state...how can she attend?"

He didn't think Li Yue would be able to get over the pain of losing her child in a month.

"Qin Muran is really thoughtful."

Ling Yujin's lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm:

"Li Yue can't go, but I can go."

The man's words made Ling Xiucheng glare at him coldly:

"you go?"
Chapter completed!