CHAPTER 736: CHAPTER 736: YOU MUST BE TYPE A BLOOD

"What are you afraid of?" Shen Jing took out a cigarette, its flame flickering on and off at his fingertips, and said, "Even if Lian He finds out that Qingqing isn’t his daughter, just a daughter, do you think he would care?"

"Now, all he cares about is that illegitimate daughter," Shen Jing exhaled a ring of smoke and said, "Yazhi, don’t confuse yourself."

"Cousin, but how do I explain Qingqing’s matter?" Xiang Yazhi looked at Shen Jing with sorrow. If it weren’t for Shen Jing marrying someone else, she wouldn’t have fallen for Lian He.

"Just make up a background story for her, isn’t that enough?" Shen Jing said carelessly.

Xiang Yazhi stepped forward, pointing at Shen Jing and said, "Cousin, how can you treat Qingqing like this?"

There was a noise, and instantly Shen Jing called out sharply, "Who?"

Shen Jing scanned the area outside the house.

Xiang Yazhi rushed forward, grabbing Shen Jing’s hand, and said, "Cousin, don’t change the subject. What should I do about the fact that Qingqing isn’t Lian He’s biological daughter? My blood type doesn’t match theirs either."

Listening carefully for a while and detecting no further noises, Shen Jing impatiently patted Xiang Yazhi’s shoulder and said, "Yazhi, you must have Type A blood. Only by securing Qingyang can you secure your position."

"What position do I have left?" Xiang Yazhi lamented and said, "Because of the affair with that little vixen Tang Yue, Lian He almost divorced me. Cousin, what should I do?"

If it had been earlier, when Xiang Yazhi was young and beautiful, her tearful appearance would have been rather endearing.

But now, Xiang Yazhi was in her forties. Even with diligent maintenance, her skin had loosened, and coupled with the fatigue from the flight, she looked sallow and utterly devoid of any vibrance or beauty.

"Yazhi, crying all the time, can it solve the issue?" Shen Jing pinched his brow and said, "If you want to cry, go back to your room and cry your heart out before coming back."

Xiang Yazhi had been crying bitterly, but stopped abruptly at that moment. Her face still wet with tears, she looked at Shen Jing, shocked.

Shen Jing took a tissue from beside him, and wiped her tears, saying, "Yazhi, rest assured, I’ll take care of this matter properly, and your status as Mrs. Lian won’t be shaken."

"Cousin, do you despise me because I’m old and faded?" Xiang Yazhi looked at Shen Jing with grievance. The girl he had just brought back was obviously in her early twenties, with a very spicy figure.

"How could I?" Shen Jing kissed her cheek and said, "What, you missed me?"

Shen Jing lifted Xiang Yazhi’s chin, the corners of his mouth carrying a roguish smile. His peach blossom eyes were so similar to Shen Yunfei’s; when he looked at you, they made your heart bloom with happiness.

Xiang Yazhi’s heart bloomed under his gaze, and she heard Shen Jing’s voice, saying, "The girl from earlier was just someone I casually brought back. She doesn’t have the charm that Yazhi possesses, does she?"

"Really?"

Xiang Yazhi’s earlier panic and fear were replaced with happiness in that moment.

It wasn’t until Shen Jing and Xiang Yazhi had gone upstairs, that Lian Qingqing, hidden near the door, cautiously peeked her head out. She pressed her chest, feeling like her heart almost leaped out when Shen Jing shouted earlier.

Seizing the opportunity, Lian Qingqing hurriedly ran to her car and disappeared into the manor, eventually stopping by a deserted lakeside.

She wasn’t her father’s biological daughter?

Then who were her real parents?

Lian Qingqing rested her head on the steering wheel, and even at that moment, her heart wouldn’t stop its frantic beating. She was not even clear on how she ended up there.

The azure lake, her favorite lake on normal days, mirrors the blue sky and white clouds when the weather is clear. The breeze stirs tiny ripples on its surface, the scene just as it was in the past. Today, the weather is also very sunny, but Lian Qingqing’s heart is shrouded in gloom.

In the car, only the intense and dynamic music remains, but Lian Qingqing seems oblivious until the twilight gradually sets in. The evening glow appears, casting a red light over the water’s surface, and Lian Qingqing slowly comes to her senses.

Lian Qingqing’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, and she grits her teeth: "I am the daughter of the Lian Family, I am my father’s daughter!"

After some deep thought, Lian Qingqing decides to apply for early graduation.

Throughout these two years, Lian Qingqing has not been skiving off at school,

*

Jing City.

Tang Yue accompanies Meng Siyu for a slow walk along the corridor, then carefully supports him as he sits down on a chair by the window.

"Be careful not to touch the wound," Tang Yue reminds him.

Meng Siyu glances sideways, staring at her overly cautious demeanor as if he were a porcelain doll. He says, "Wife, your man is strong and robust. I recover fast."

Tang Yue says nothing, but her gaze sweeps over Meng Siyu, eventually resting on his wound.

Meng Siyu stretches out a hand and pulls Tang Yue down to sit on his lap.

"Ouch." Tang Yue’s body suddenly wobbles. When she sits on his lap, she feels a force on her lips—a kiss from Meng Siyu that carries a hint of punishment, domineering and leaving no room for her to refuse.

His kiss is like a storm sweeping over her.

His breath is clean and crisp, and even the faint scent of medicine on him does not repel her.

His thick palms, rough with callouses, gently stroke over her delicate skin.

"There are people."

Tang Yue’s hands rest on his shoulders, lightly pressing down, a mixture of nervousness and thrill—if someone were to see them, it would be so embarrassing.

Meng Siyu can’t bear to let her go. He punishes her with a nip on her lip before saying, "If this weren’t a hospital, I would have taken you right now!"

His deep voice resonates in her ear, and even without looking up, she can feel Meng Siyu’s fiery gaze, his voice sounding seductive.

"Tehe, husband, just bear with it a little longer. Who told you to get injured?" Tang Yue is acutely aware of the changes in Meng Siyu’s body, not to mention how she’s sitting on him, knowing he can’t do anything to her. She glances around; this spot is just a blind corner outside the ward. If someone comes by, they would know immediately, yet they would not be seen by anyone outside.

Audaciously, Tang Yue leans forward with a big smile, her bright eyes dazzling him. She deliberately nuzzles against his chin and says in a coy voice, "Husband~"

Her voice is tender and sultry, and coupled with her shining eyes, she looks like a mischievous vixen.

Meng Siyu feels his blood boiling, and the anger he had just suppressed flares up once more with a vengeance.

"Wife, are you trying to kill me with frustration?"

Meng Siyu feels like he’s going to explode. His self-control is usually so strong, but it’s completely ineffective in front of Tang Yue.