Jian Zhiqing couldn't hide the smile on his face when he heard he had a daughter.
The little princess of the Jians was finally born.
He quickly took the child from Li Li's arms.
The tiny baby had a small, tender and rosy face, and when she opened her eyes, she was especially delicate and beautiful.
Jian Xuanyu eagerly pushed forward and upon seeing the little girl, he was overjoyed, "Wow, I have a sister now! Big brother, second brother, co look, she looks like , I can finally rest assured. She didn't end up looking like you guys, otherwise she would have been so ugly."
Jian Xuancheng had a gloomy expression, and Jian Xuanmo also gave a skin-deep smile.
Jian Xuanyu finally realized sothing, but the damage was done by his words; he was afraid he would get a beating again.
But, what Jian Xuanyu said was indeed true, the little girl looked a lot like him. Qin Xiangnuan and Jian Zhiqing had watched their Little San grow up, so how could they not know who the little girl resembled? Qin Xiangnuan gently prodded the little girl's cheek,
"You really did get yourself a good face. In the future, you're sure to be a great beauty."
The little princess of the Jians was truly adored to the extre. Her three brothers were eighteen years older than her and all were brothers who would do anything for their sister. Jian Zhiqing was also indulgent of his daughter, never wanting to leave her side. The little girl grew more and more beautiful. This ti, Qin Xiangnuan had both a son and a daughter, her life was without regret.
Until one day, when Qin Xiangnuan brought her little daughter back ho, the little girl had just fallen asleep, her face growing ever more refined and even prettier than Jian Xuanyu. How could she not be, nourished by formula milk?
"Song Mingli is no longer alive."
Jian Zhiqing handed his daughter to Qin Xiangnuan and suddenly said,
"Really? He's gone?" Chun Xiangnuan wasn't surprised. Song Mingli was Qin Xiangi's son, and in his previous life, he had actually had a very serious heart condition. The Song Family was wealthy, so why didn't they find soone to perform a heart transplant? Now, with heart transplant surgeries being quite mature, why did he just die this ti?
"They certainly did get a transplant, but the heart transplant surgery failed," Jian Zhiqing sat down, his eyes reflecting the trials of his years in officialdom as well as his affection for his wife and children. He sat down and put his arm around Qin Xiangnuan's shoulder. They had known each other for nearly forty years, and their relationship had always been good. Many tis, Jian Zhiqing would think back to the six-year-old girl at the train station, her eyes stubborn and never admitting defeat.
"The surgery failed," Qin Xiangnuan pursed her red lips lightly. This life, failed. And what about the last one?
"Yes, it failed," Jian Zhiqing actually didn't want to say much more, just felt that the Qin Family had truly ruined human nature.
Back then, it was said that using a relative's heart for transplant might be better, so Qin Xiangi set her sights on her family. It was unclear how she tricked Qin Guohua and the others into getting health checks, but in the end, it turned out that the heart of Qin Pengfei's son, Qin Jungui, was the most suitable.
"Whose heart was it in the end?"
Qin Xiangnuan didn't believe that Hu Li would let her grandson give his heart for her grandson-in-law. In the previous life, Hu Li adored this grandson the most. As for the grandson-in-law, however related, an 'in-law' was still an 'in-law'. Even if Hu Li lacked sense, she wouldn't make such a decision.
"It was Qin Jungui's."
Jian Zhiqing finally said the na after a long ti.
"How could it be?" Qin Xiangnuan was stunned. It was impossible, and she didn't believe it.
"It was Qin Jungui's," Jian Zhiqing comnted on the matter with just a few more sighs.
Qin Xiangi secretly orchestrated a car accident, hitting her own nephew. Later, Qin Jungui's heart was transplanted into Song Mingli. The surgery was successful, but in the end, he didn't make it out of the hospital alive. Sohow, the incident was investigated and exposed.
The Qin and Song families had beco enemies. Qin Xiangi was convicted of intentional homicide.
Life imprisonnt.
Without a fixed term.
As for the Qin Family, Jian Zhiqing let out a cold laugh, the only grandson had been sched to death, and henceforth, they would beco a family without descendants.
Everything was retribution. Qin Xiangnuan lowered her eyelashes and clasped Jian Zhiqing's hand tightly, "I don't care what happens to them. Man proposes, but Heaven disposes. It's not that they will not be punished, just that the ti hasn't co yet. I just hope they won't set their sights on our children anymore."
Even if they dare, they must have the capability, a hint of fierceness flashed in the dark depths of Jian Zhiqing's eyes; his years in office were not for nothing. The four children in the family, all carrying the Jian surna, all are children of the Jians, giving them to the Qin Family would be absurd.
Indeed, Qin Xiangnuan had guessed correctly. The Qin Family had no children left and couldn't possibly go to the Song Family to ask. So, they really did think about taking a child from Qin Xiangnuan to adopt for Qin Guohua. In the village, these customs were highly valued—if one has no children or grandchildren, in the future there won't even be soone to burn paper money for them, such a condition is considered to be the end of a family line, sothing that is ridiculed and looked down upon in the village.
However, as much as they might desire it, it is impossible for them to take a child from the Jians.
Their three children have grown up, only a fool would go to the Qin Family. As for the little girl, she is the treasure of the whole family, only three years old now, the people of the Qin Family shouldn't even dream about it.
With a bang, the door to the room opened.
Qin Xiangnuan walked in, while Qin Xiangi still sat at the table.
After so many years, it was a reunion. Qin Xiangi had aged, resembling the older version of Qin Xiangnuan, no longer possessing the beauty of her youth, thin and sallow, her hair mostly white.
For a mont, Qin Xiangi's eyes seed blurry; sotis she even felt that this young, beautiful woman should be her.
She stretched out her withered hand before her eyes.
Then, with tears, she smiled.
"After so many years, you are the first one to co see ."
Qin Xiangnuan sat down, in the space between them, it seed, they had once exchanged such a gaze, but the world had changed drastically; it had already been an entire cycle.
Such an ending for her could not be blad on others, only on herself. She had leached off soone else's fortune and now had repaid it, destined to spend a lifeti in this prison.
"You're very young," Qin Xiangi said flatly, without jealousy or envy; all her emotions had been ground down by these lonely, solitary days.
"You were too, at that ti," Qin Xiangnuan replied, curving her lips, but not with a smile—just with a sense of lant.
Qin Xiangi thought she was referring to her own youth. But no matter how young she was, she was never as fortunate as Qin Xiangnuan.
"You've always been stronger than ."
"Perhaps," Qin Xiangnuan said no more. She brought so food and necessities for Qin Xiangi, then she left. Perhaps she would co again, perhaps she would not. Qin Xiangi had brought it upon herself and could not bear the sympathy of others. However, as she walked to the door, she turned back; her gaze seemingly penetrating Qin Xiangi's excessively pallid face, landed on another familiar face.
That was her.
Only she had forgotten the tornts of her past life.
She walked out where the sky was blue, the clouds white, and the breeze gentle; she saw a car stopped ahead, beside which stood a tall, stable and mature man, holding a two- or three-year-old girl in his arms.
"Mommy..." the little girl reached out her tiny hands, looking extrely pretty.
Qin Xiangnuan smiled happily and strode towards them.
In this life, with them by her side, she had no regrets.
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