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"Don't go!" Ruan Qianya grabbed Jing Yihong who was about to go with the police officer, her eyes were red with distress, her voice was trembling: "Are you stupid? Why did you save me? What if you didn't catch his dagger , you will die, do you know that?"

Her tone was full of reproaches in annoyance, and there was distress hidden in the reproaches, which made Jing Yihong's throat seem to be choked, and he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

The warm liquid dripped onto his palm, Jing Yihong looked at her in astonishment, seeing her crying, his heart softened, and he jokingly said, "Are you planning to wash my wound with tears?"

Ruan Qianya wiped her tears with her hand, and urged, "I'll take you to treat the wound."

Passing through the crowd of onlookers, Jing Yihong's footsteps suddenly stopped, he looked at Ruan Qianya, and suddenly asked: "The name 'Jing Yihong' you called just now, are you calling me?"

Ruan Qianya's heart was agitated, and there was hesitation in her clear eyes.

"No matter what I say, will you believe me?"

"I don't know." Jing Yihong said frankly, his words were straightforward.

His mind is in a mess now, with too many doubts trapped in his heart, making it difficult for him to sort out his thoughts in such a short period of time, so how can he believe it?

He stabilized his mind and let out a heavy breath, "But I want to hear your answer."

For some reason, between trusting Nan Gongyu and trusting Ruan Qianya, Jing Yihong prefers to choose the latter.

Since he wanted to hear it, Ruan Qianya made up her mind, no matter what the result was, she was willing to take a gamble, even if Jing Yihong had only a little bit of trust in her.

"actually……"

Just as Ruan Qianya spoke, she was interrupted by Jing Yihong's sudden bell.

Jing Yihong's frown showed his impatience, he took out his mobile phone, saw that it was a call from inside the villa, and connected without thinking.

"Hello? What's the matter?" There was urging in his words.

The voice that responded to him was full of panic: "Uncle, come back quickly, the young master has been crying for some reason, and Miss and I are at odds, look..."

"I'll go back now."

He puts everything that has to do with children first.

Seeing the rare panic in Jing Yihong's calm eyes, Ruan Qianya asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

"The nanny said that the child suddenly kept crying." Jing Yihong frowned unwillingly, and said, "It happened suddenly today, and I will ask you again."

Seeing that Jing Yihong was about to leave, Ruan Qianya hurriedly pulled him back, and when his eyes fell on her hands, she realized something was wrong and immediately let go.

She didn't forget to remind: "You'd better deal with the wound on your hand before going back."

She is also worried about the child, but if Jing Yihong's wound is not treated properly, it is easy to get inflamed and infected.

Only then did Jing Yihong look down at his palm, the wound was still bleeding, if he went back like this, he would only scare the child.

Accompanied by Ruan Qianya to treat the wound, Jing Yihong thought it was just a simple disinfection and dressing, but after the doctor's examination, he said that his wound was a bit deep and needed to be stitched, which made Ruan Qianya's heart aroused again.

In the small operating room of the outpatient clinic, the doctor gave him anesthesia, stitched the wound on the palm of his hand with four stitches, and wrapped him with a thick layer of gauze.

Seeing Jing Yihong's hand, Ruan Qianya's eyes were sore again, and she blamed herself: "I'm sorry, I made you like this to save me, I always bring you trouble."

"It's all minor injuries, the doctor made a fuss too much." Jing Yihong was worried about the child, and was in a hurry to go back before the anesthetic in his hand had passed, so he called his subordinates and asked him to come pick him up.

"The child is still waiting for me at home. I will go first. I will go to you tomorrow."

Seeing Jing Yihong stride away from in front of her own eyes, Ruan Qianya's heart was also uneasy.

In the villa, the nanny reported truthfully to Nangong Yu: "Miss, uncle said he will be back now."

"I see." Nangong Yu hugged the child, and the child didn't cry or fuss in his arms. He was a little tired from holding the child, so he simply put the child on the bed and let him sit and play by himself.

This little guy is very well-behaved, he can study for a long time with a small box in his hand, his bright black eyes are lively and energetic, very much like Jing Yihong.

Nan Gongyu carefully looked at the child in front of her. At least she had raised her for more than half a year. It is impossible to say that she has no feelings for this child at all. After all, she is not a cold-blooded person.

It's just that if it's for Jing Yihong, then she can only sacrifice this child.

She knew how much Jing Yihong attached importance to this child, so when she heard from her people that Jing Yihong went to the hospital to see Ruan Qianya, she had no choice but to make this bad move to let him come back.

Jing Yihong has become more and more strange recently, sometimes he would ask her some questions suddenly, even though he tried to hide it in words, she could still feel his doubts about her.

She was afraid that Ruan Qianya might say something to him, so she stopped them from meeting.

The door of the villa was pulled open by the attendant at the door, and when Jing Yihong walked in, the servant deliberately shouted loudly: "Master, you are back!"

Jing Yihong frowned displeasedly, and his sharp gaze carried a warning, which made the servant shrink his neck immediately, not daring to make another sound.

But thanks to the servant's voice, Nangong Yu in the room was reminded, she immediately picked up the child, and then pinched the child's inner thigh hard.

Crying suddenly started, Nangong Yu pretended to be coaxed, but her eyes kept on looking at the door.

The child's cries could be heard through the door panel, Jing Yihong strode upstairs, pushed open the door, and saw the child crying in Nangong Yu's arms, his face flushed, and his heart ached.

"Why are you crying like this?" He walked to the bed and wanted to pick up the child.

Nangong Yu was about to send the child to Jing Yihong's arms, when she raised her eyes, she saw Jing Yihong's injured hand, and immediately grabbed his wrist.
"How did this happen?"

"It's okay, I accidentally scratched it." Jing Yihong said lightly, and hugged the crying child, only to find that the child's pants were wet.

"The child's pants are all wet, so it's no wonder the child cries." Jing Yihong's hands were inconvenient, so he called the nanny after speaking.

Seeing the nanny take off the child's pants, Jing Yihong suddenly stopped her next move.

"Wait!" He pushed the nanny away, and when he saw the scar on the inner thigh of the child, he immediately flew into a rage: "What's going on here?"

Nangong Yu's complexion changed slightly. In order to prevent Jing Yihong from doubting herself, she immediately dumped the blame on the nanny.

"It must be that the nanny's actions are neither light nor heavy."

As soon as Nangong Yu's words fell, the nanny plopped down on her knees in fright, and defended herself in a panic: "I have been taking care of the young master carefully, and I absolutely dare not lift a finger against him!"

"Then how do you explain the scar on his leg?" Jing Yihong's voice was as cold as winter ice, which made the nanny feel a chill.