Nouveau riche love story

The cold wind outside was blowing so badly that you could hear the swirling wind when you stood close to the window.

Looking at the weather outside, Chen Jing'an took out the old photo from the drawer. The woman in the photo was smiling, she was in her 20s, and she was as beautiful as a flower.

He rubbed the photo, feeling a little flustered.

Time has passed so long that he has actually forgotten his mother's voice and smile, there is only such a photo and a shadow that turned around and smiled at him when he was a child.

In my impression, the scene is still familiar, and the smile is very gentle, but I can't remember her eyebrows anymore.

Chen Jingan looked at the sweet little girl sleeping on the small bed, Shang Xiaochen raised her very well, her flesh was so cute and tight.

He calculated the time and wondered whether he should call Shang Xiaochen and ask him to take care of her first. The precious baby woke up and found that there was no adult at home, and she was scared by herself.

He walked slowly to the bed, and lightly touched Jiujiu's little face.

She always slept soundly, and this time she didn't know what was wrong. When Chen Jingan touched her, she opened her eyes in a daze, and subconsciously stretched out her arms to hang on Chen Jingan's body.

When the child's limp body was pressed against him, Chen Jing'an held Jiujiu in his arms, and unexpectedly remembered that in the Chen family's villa, in the corner of the big photo frame where old photos were exhibited, there was another picture of him when he was three or four years old. Chen Xingqiang holds the photo he took in the garden.

At that moment, an indescribable emotion was stuck in his heart.

Holding Jiujiu in his arms, he tried to talk to the little girl: "Jiujiu, I'm going to the hospital to see someone, should you go with me, or should I send you home to be with Dad first."

The little girl was sleeping in a daze, and said in a vague voice: "Let's go with Jiujiu."

Chen Jing'an softened her heart, and took the little girl's thick clothes from the bed, wrapped them tightly, and went out with the child in her arms.

Jiujiu woke up completely when she was sitting in the child seat in the car. She was holding the baby bottle that Chen Jingan had prepared for her when she was about to leave the house, and was sucking on it.

"Who are you going to see?"

"Go and see my father." Chen Jing'an answered her with a wry smile.

"Your father?"

"Well, he's sick, and he's in the hospital now."

"It's hard to take medicine and injections in the hospital." The little girl held half a bottle of milk in her arms and continued, "When Jiujiu was with Dad in the hospital, it was so hard to see him."

Chen Jingan frowned: "Is your father in the hospital?"

The little girl said crisply: "It used to be. When grandma was away, Dad said it was a minor operation, but Jiujiu was too young to help. Dad was alone. Jiujiu saw Dad crying."

The little girl said unintentional words, how could she know how these words would feel in Chen Jingan's heart.

It's bad enough to have an operation by yourself, and you have to take a child with you. How did you survive that day?

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, which was the hospital where Chen Jing'an used to work.

Like a school, a hospital will not change in three to five years. Chen Jing'an is also familiar with it. He picked up the child and walked to the ward number given to him by the staff of the nursing home without much delay.

This was a double ward, and there was no one in the next bed. Chen Xingqiang was lying in a room by himself, accompanied by a senior nurse.

Hearing the footsteps of people entering, the person on the bed opened his eyes half dead. He expected that his eldest son would come over with such a cold face, but he never imagined that he would come over with a child in his arms.

The little child was hanging on him, wearing a light pink plush coat, obviously a little girl.

When Chen Xingqiang saw the little girl's face, long-lost memories came out from the depths of his heart. This little girl really looked like Chen Jing'an when he was a child, with the same eyebrows and eyes. They followed him, followed him...

Shang Jiujiu looked at the person with many tubes inserted into his body, and felt a little scared. She was not afraid of the person lying on the bed, but was afraid of those instruments, and her body instinctively pressed herself closer to Chen Jingan's arms.

"How's the situation?" Chen Jing'an asked the nurse next to him.

"The doctor said that thanks to the timely rescue, it's just that the old man can't get angry anymore." The nurse said truthfully.

She is an honest and responsible middle-aged person in her fifties. Chen Jingan picked her because she is careful and patient.

Seeing that he had nothing else to ask, the nurse tactfully left the room.

The little girl opened her beautiful big eyes and asked Chen Jing'an in a low voice: "Does he hurt?"

Chen Jingan said, "It probably hurts."

"Will there be any pain for aunts who give birth? Jiujiu has seen that aunts who have children also wear something to protect their mouths (oxygen masks)."

Chen Jingan shook his head: "Probably not."

He called out to the door: "Aunt Chen, please come in."

The nurse came in, and Chen Jingan put Jiujiu on the ground, and said softly, "Please help me look after the child for a while."

"Jiujiu, play with this grandma for a while."

"Okay~" The little girl agreed, and followed out the door very obediently.

Chen Jing'an sat on a stool at one side, looking at the man with gray temples, his face was very calm, without love or hatred, he just watched indifferently.

Chen Xingqiang moved his fingers, motioning for him to take off the oxygen mask.

Chen Jing'an used to be a doctor. He glanced at the instrument next to him and realized that it could be picked for him in the current state, so he got up and helped him take it off.

"Then, is that your daughter?"

Chen Jingan nodded.

The weak man lying on the bed, with muddy tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, nodded and said, "It's very similar to you... when you were young."

It's hard for you to remember what I was like when I was a child, he thought, but didn't say it.

"I know I don't have much time. Before I leave, I want to take a look at Chen Nuo. I beg you, get him... Get him out. He is, after all, your brother."

Chen Jing'an helped him tuck the corner of the quilt, and said in a calm tone: "My younger brother died more than 20 years ago."

Almost all the muscles on Chen Xingqiang's face froze, and he couldn't understand what Chen Jingan was saying.

"There is no adult in the family. The ambulance was not timely more than 20 years ago. The labor was difficult. The child was stuck in the cervix and died of suffocation. She went with my mother."

His plain words were branded word by word like a branding iron on the heart of the person in the hospital gown, causing the data of the heart rate measuring instrument next to him to fluctuate up and down.

"Your mother, didn't your mother have a miscarriage? Why..." He asked in disbelief, before Chen Jing'an could answer, he slumped back on the pillow heavily.

That's right, with An An's mother's kind nature, how could she really be willing to part with the child in her belly...