Pick up an abandoned child and overwhelm the world

The rest of the rest of the servants in the room went out after receiving Madam Jin's orders, and there were only four people left in the dark room, as well as the young master who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

Seeing her son's haggard appearance on the bed, which seemed to be fragile and shattered at the touch of a touch, Mrs. Jin couldn't stop the tears from falling down. She, who was already on the verge of falling, was sitting weakly on the edge of the bed, sobbing in a low voice. He didn't dare to touch his son's little face, and it took him a while to control his sadness. He looked at Cheng Ning at the side, and asked eagerly with red eyes: "Mr. Cheng, my son, he, he...cough cough... ...How is he? Is it serious? And what you said just now, isn't it..." Mrs. Jin looked at Cheng Ning almost heartbroken, and asked tremblingly as she tightened the silk handkerchief in her hand: " Means...does it have something to do with me? Mr. Cheng, me, me, me...cough cough cough cough..." Before she could finish speaking, Mrs. Jin coughed eagerly again.

Seeing her master like this, Rong Niang could only comfort her in a low voice.

Here, Cheng Ning once again made sure that Cheng Wei was still wearing the exquisite longevity lock under his close-fitting clothes, and finally he was relieved, coaxing him to eat the snacks handed to him obediently, Cheng Ning turned around and went back to the bed and sat down on the stool beside him. He looked at Mrs. Jin seriously and said without hesitation: "Mrs. Jin, I won't go around in circles anymore. There are no outsiders here, so I just ask." It's gone..." Cheng Ning motioned to the young master on the bed and asked Mrs. Jin, "Did Mrs. Jin ever have a tire before giving birth to the young master?"

"..." Mrs. Jin pursed her lips tightly, even the hand holding the silk handkerchief was stiff!

"Alas..." Rong Niang sighed at this moment, and politely handed Cheng Ning a cup of hot tea. Looking at Mrs. Jin's appearance, Rong Niang shook her head distressedly and said, "That's a crime..."

"Rong Niang, don't, don't say..." Mrs. Jin suddenly grabbed Rong Niang's hand tremblingly, shook her head and said, "Don't say it, don't..."

"Mrs. Jin!" Cheng Ning interrupted them: "If you want to save your son, I must know what you are hiding, otherwise..." Cheng Ning suddenly turned to look at someone in the room. After looking at the place without any trace, he pointed to the child on the bed and said to Mrs. Jin, "Your son won't live to be seven years old!"

Mrs. Jin was stunned for a moment, she looked at Cheng Ning with a pale face and then at the comatose son on the bed, struggling to bite her lips, as if it was a past event she didn't want to mention...

"Ma'am, it's important, young master!" Rong Niang couldn't stand it anymore, and she was anxious to persuade Mrs. Jin: "Now is not the time to get entangled!" Said that Che Rongnian looked at Cheng Ning with admiration and respect: "Mr. Cheng He is the only one who sees that, and he really wants to help us, so let's stop entangled, it's important to save the young master!"

Mrs. Jin struggled, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, she pursed her lips and remained silent for a while, then finally closed her eyes and nodded in compromise, and said in a hoarse voice: "Rong Niang...you can tell..."

After Rong Niang comforted Mrs. Jin softly, she watched Cheng Ning calmly narrate a past that she had never told anyone, and only Rong Niang, Mrs. Jin and the other two servants knew about it. :

Many years ago, Mrs. Jin married into the Jin Mansion. At that time, she was young, beautiful, and very eye-catching. Even if she was a married woman, she still had many admirers, but Mrs. Jin was devoted to her husband, and she became pregnant a year after marriage. Well, this was originally a great happy event. Mrs. Jin was also thinking about surprising her husband, so she planned to pick a good day to say it, but... the bad thing is that Mrs. Jin met a man on the way back from offering incense. As a fortune teller, Mrs. Jin curiously calculated whether the child in her stomach was a boy or a girl. In the end, the fortune teller swears that it was a daughter.

Mrs. Jin, who wanted to continue the incense for her husband, was heartbroken at the time. Even Rong Niang's persuasion was useless, and after she inadvertently heard that her husband had some romantic deeds outside, Mrs. Jin became even more depressed. She didn't tell her husband about her pregnancy, and when her husband went out to do business, Mrs. Jin did something she regretted so far...

"So..." Cheng Ning glanced at another part of the room before opening his mouth, pursed his lips and said, "It's not a miscarriage, you had an abortion?"