On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

Chapter 134 Appreciation and Satisfaction

"He is a designer under Ming Yu."

After Xie Qiong finished speaking, she saw the expectation in her best friend's eyes and realized that she had been too hasty.

Jian Shulin has been looking for the whereabouts of her youngest daughter for more than half a year. She suddenly said that Chihiro looks like her. Isn't this misleading?

Qianxun's last name is Jiang, so it's unlikely that she is Jian Shulin's daughter.

She quickly added: "But it's just their eyebrows and eyes that look alike, maybe I'm mistaken."

Jian Shulin understood what Xie Qiong meant. She also felt that her reaction was too sensitive and didn't take it to heart.

Huang Xiaoxiao just came back with two glasses of water. She took one of the glasses and fed it to Xingbao, then took out the toys she bought last night and played with the child for a while.

But once the topic started, Jian Shulin looked a little dazed. Even when Xie Qiong called her several times, she didn't respond.

In the end, Jian Shulin simply took the opportunity of an international video conference to leave.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stay too long. I have an urgent meeting, so I'll go back to the studio first. Aqiong, we can talk next time when we're free. Xiaoxiao, mom has something to do, so you can accompany Xingbao and Jingbao for me."

Although Huang Xiaoxiao was confirmed not to be Huang's biological daughter seven months ago, she couldn't change her mind after calling her mother for so many years.

Jian Shulin treated her like her own daughter since she was young and loved her very much, and she did not ask her to change. It was fine for them to call each other that way.

Huang Xiaoxiao saw that her mother looked unwell, so she went over to support her and said, "Mom, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just didn't get enough rest last night. Oh, by the way, your massage skills have become more and more advanced during the time you've been taking care of grandma. Your grandpa Xing has bad legs and feet, so you should accompany him when you have time."

After saying that, Jian Shulin went upstairs and said goodbye to Mr. Xing.

He then refused Xie Qiong's offer to see him off and drove back to his studio in China.

Jian Shulin's studio is located on the Third Ring Road in Beijing. It's a bit remote, but spacious. When you walk into the studio door, you'll see the miniature model of the F Country Opera House, which is her most outstanding work.

Walking past the water curtain screen behind the mold and into the exhibition hall, on the right are her award-winning works and some of the design processes, and on the left are the creative models or prototypes of her designers.

Behind the large floor-to-ceiling glass window on the far left, designers were discussing small models in groups of three or four. When they saw her come in, they immediately stopped their work and nodded at her respectfully.

Jian Shulin forced a smile in response, quickly went up to the office above the hall, turned on her computer, and after a ten-minute international video conference, she somehow opened a web page and entered two keywords in the search box.

Designer, Chihiro.

She didn't know the other person's last name yet. She only knew the name Qianxun.

Two seconds later, a web page popped up. There was not much information, not even any relevant photos. Apart from the name of designer AN, the most popular thing was a video of a hot pot restaurant.

Thinking of Xie Qiong's words, Jian Shulin's hands trembled a little. She clicked on the video, but found that the webpage had been edited and the video was blurry, so Jiang Qianxun's face could not be seen at all.

But Jian Shulin liked the girl's style of doing things.

She doesn't say much, but her words are to the point and she turns passivity into initiative. It is not difficult to see that she is a smart girl.

But...the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, her father is Jiang Wenyuan and her mother is Wen Rui, how likely is it that she was taken away by mistake?

Although she knew there was little hope, the repeated expectations and disappointments still made her feel upset.

Chihiro, Chihiro, I searched for her everywhere, but unfortunately she is not her.

"Ding."

The WeChat notification sound brought Jian Shulin back to her senses. She suppressed her emotions, opened the message and saw that it was from Huang Xiaoxiao.

Above are some photos of ice sculptures and a voice clip.

"Mom, I heard that H City is going to hold an ice sculpture art festival this year. Can I go with you when you are free? I have never seen an ice building before."

Jian Shulin hadn't recovered from her emotions yet. When she heard Huang Xiaoxiao's cheerful voice, the emotions she had just suppressed came out again and her eyes began to ache.

On the other end of the phone was the daughter she had raised for twenty years. It was only because a couple, a human trafficker and the police came to her door that she realized she had raised the wrong person.

Whether she was an adoptive mother or her biological mother, she never treated her daughter unfairly.

And her biological little daughter...suddenly became missing.

I don’t know what kind of family she went to, or whether she was bullied.

After someone discovered that she was not their biological child, they would have suspected that she had been abused and abandoned, and that she had starved to death in a trash can or under a bridge.

Or maybe she was not abandoned, but became the lowest person in society, without a good background and education, without the capital to struggle, and living a most difficult life.

When she grows up, she might meet a young boy and get married without knowing much. After marriage, she will become exhausted by the trivial matters of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and live her life in frustration and mediocrity.

But she should have lived a pampered life like Xiaoxiao, inherited her designs, and achieved herself on a higher platform.

Comparing the two possibilities, each one was like a sharp silver needle, piercing her heart.

Even though her nails dug deep into her palms, they couldn't suppress her repressed emotions. Jian Shulin knocked her forehead against the table, and tears fell drop by drop, soaking into the thick carpet.

It was not until the mobile phone on the table began to ring with messages that she wiped away her tears, replied to her adopted daughter's messages, and dealt with a few emergencies before she was ready to turn off the computer and go home.

When closing the webpage, her eyes fell on Jiang Qianxun's blurred face. Ten seconds later, she called up Xing Mingyu's WeChat chat box.

On the other side, the whole courtyard.

Huang Xiaoxiao looked at the slightly distant "No thanks" sent by her mother with a more or less disappointed expression.

Xing Yongguo is old, but his eyesight is still good. When he saw the child who was massaging him attentively stop massaging and stare at his phone in a daze, he took a sip of the fine Pu'er tea in the ceramic cup and took his legs back from the footrest.

"I drank too much tea on an empty stomach, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I need to find something to fill my stomach. Xiaoxiao, go eat something with Grandpa."

When Huang Xiaoxiao saw Mr. Xing stand up, she quickly put her phone away and went over to help him up.

Smiling, he advised, "Grandpa Xing, it's not good to drink tea on an empty stomach. It hurts the stomach. My grandmother's stomach was damaged in this way. During that time, everything she ate hurt, which really worried us."

As she spoke, she helped the old man up to the first floor.

"Fortunately, I got a prescription from an old professor. After following the prescription for two months, grandma recovered. If you don't mind, I'll make you a dose later. The formula contains common warming and tonic Chinese herbs, so there won't be any harm."

Xing Yongguo said "oh" and let her help him walk to the dining table on the first floor. He looked at the girl who was already diligently serving him food and asked, "Do you also know Chinese medicine?"

Huang Xiaoxiao placed a small bowl of soft shrimp porridge in front of the old man and said with a calm smile: "I don't really understand, I just learned a little bit about Chinese medicine health preservation when I was an elective in college."

Xing Yongguo scooped a mouthful of the porridge at just the right temperature and praised, "It's rare. There aren't many young people who like Chinese medicine. Don't stand anymore. Sit down and eat. Don't be restrained."

"Thank you, Grandpa Xing."

Huang Xiaoxiao sat down, filled a bowl of porridge, added some chopped meat floss, and ate gracefully, looking towards the small garden behind Xing Yongguo.

"Others may not know this, but I think our ancient culture is very elegant, like tea tasting and flower arranging. I think it is better than electronic products. But other people may find my hobbies boring."

"What do you mean boring? It's obvious that others don't know how to appreciate it!" Old Master Xing said meaningfully, and the look he gave Huang Xiaoxiao was filled with appreciation and satisfaction.

"Being a person is like making tea. There is always a process. You can eat slowly. After eating, accompany grandpa to see the flowers and plants outside. By the way, make a vase of flower arrangement for Mingyu. Mingyu always complains that the nanny's work is not good-looking. He thinks that this thing is suitable for women, not for a grown man like him. I think it must be the flower arranger who is wrong... You see, your hobby, isn't it useful here?"

Huang Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed and lowered her head: "As long as Mr. Xing doesn't dislike my craftsmanship, I'd be happy to do it."

Seeing that his future grandson's wife was so polite and well-mannered, the wrinkles on Xing Yongguo's face deepened his smile.

At this time, Xie Qiong also brought Jing Bao and Xing Bao to have dinner.

Seeing this, Xing Yongguo waved to the two kids.

"Come here quickly and have dinner with Aunt Xiaoxiao."

Seeing that annoying aunt again, Xingbao Xingbao suddenly felt no longer hungry. He turned around and was about to leave, but was brought back by Xie Qiong.

"We have guests here, don't be rude, come and eat."

Although she also disagreed with the old man's forced pairing for his grandson, the children should not lose basic etiquette.

Huang Xiaoxiao liked the two little ones. She put down her chopsticks and came over to tease them: "What do you like to eat? Can auntie prepare it for you? How about shrimp porridge? It's delicious with pork floss and seaweed."

Even if the two little ones didn't like their future new mom, they didn't dare to run away when their grandma spoke, and could only sit down with pouting lips.

Xing Yongguo saw that Huang Xiaoxiao was very patient with his two great-grandsons, and he became even more satisfied with this future granddaughter-in-law.

After lunch, Huang Xiaoxiao accompanied the old man to tend the flowers and plants as requested by him. They talked about the types of flowers, and there was no barrier between the old and the young.

She put the trimmed flowers in a new vase and sent it to Xing Mingyu's study. Seeing paper and pen inside, she wrote down a prescription for stomach-nourishing medicine. Knowing that the old man's legs and feet would hurt in winter, she also wrote a prescription for foot bathing and asked the servant to buy the Chinese medicine.

When the Chinese medicine was finally prepared in the afternoon, she began to cook it in a casserole in the kitchen.

After the Xing family doctor checked and confirmed that there was nothing wrong, she helped the old man drink it and then went to boil the herbs for external use.

It was almost evening, and the driver pushed the old man down from the second-floor elevator, preparing to go for a walk outside the garden as usual.

When passing by the kitchen door, the driver saw the girl boiling Chinese medicine in the kitchen and couldn't help but admire: "This Chinese medicine smells so bad. The nanny at home usually has to wear a mask when boiling this, but the second young lady of the Huang family doesn't mind it. It's really rare."

"Yes, this girl is patient and loving towards the elderly, and she is also talented in design. She is a good wife and mother, and a good family man. Ming Yu is suitable to marry such a wife, who can take care of him for the rest of his life."

Xing Yongguo became more and more satisfied as he watched. He saw Huang Xiaoxiao flick away the hot steam coming out of the Chinese medicine, put on heat-insulating gloves, and struggle to pick up the large casserole containing the boiled medicine. He was still a little worried and turned around to instruct the old driver.

"She doesn't have enough strength, you go ..."

Before he could finish his words, “Bang!”

There was a sound of breaking containers in the kitchen.

Xing Yongguo looked carefully and saw that the casserole was broken into pieces on the floor in the kitchen, and all the hot Chinese medicine was spilled. Huang Xiaoxiao was bending over, holding the back of her right foot, biting her lip, with a look of pain on her face.

"Quick, quick! Xiaoxiao burned her foot! Lao Zhang! Call 120 and call the Xing family's family doctor over!"

Ten minutes later, an ambulance drove out of the courtyard, followed by a row of Xing family luxury cars. It was rush hour after get off work, and the streets were crowded with cars and people.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but take out their mobile phones and take short videos in surprise.

.....

hospital.

Xing Yongguo was worried about his future granddaughter-in-law, so he waited until Jian Shulin and Xie Qiong came out with the two little ones after visiting before he pushed the wheelchair in.

"Are you okay?"

Hearing the sound, Huang Xiaoxiao, who was facing the door, wiped away the tears of pain on her face and tried to sit up.

"You hurt your foot, just lie down."

Xing Yongguo has been in a high position for a long time and has a powerful aura. Almost no one dares to resist what he says.

Huang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to lie down obediently, and the nurse hurried over to raise the head of the bed a little.

At this time, Huang Xiaoxiao was seen comforting the old man with a smile on her face.

"Grandpa Xing, I was wearing socks at the time, so I didn't get burned. But you, I'm afraid you won't laugh at me for being young and not being able to speak, but you made a fuss out of nothing. You called 120, asked the Xing family motorcade to clear the way, and even asked the professor to see me in person. This is a bit of a waste of public resources."

Xing Yongguo disagreed: "Your foot skin is burned and peeled off, it must be very painful, just take it, or should I ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine?"

Huang Xiaoxiao frowned when she mentioned the peeling skin, but soon she forced a smile while enduring the pain: "Grandpa Xing, it's really okay. The people's heroes in the past suffered much more than me. It's really nothing for me to lose a little skin. What's more, I'm using the best burn medicine now. If I invite a few more doctors over, I'm afraid my wounds will heal before they arrive."

"Hahaha, you kid!" Xing Yongguo was amused by her, and the atmosphere became much better.

The old man planned to follow the doctor's advice and talk to the child a little more to divert his attention.

But he soon discovered that although Huang Xiaoxiao was talking and laughing, her smile did not reach her eyes. When she was not talking, she lowered her head, pursed her lips, and secretly shed tears.

Logically speaking, even if a small piece of skin was peeled off, the pain should have eased after taking the medicine. Why is this child becoming more and more depressed?

Recalling the searching look in her eyes when she came in this morning, Xing Yongguo understood and gave Lao Zhang a look.

Old Zhang understood what was going on, and while going to boil some water for Huang Xiaoxiao, he made a phone call.

The top level of the Xing Group.

Xing Mingyu was wearing a black shirt, his long fingers typing on the laptop keyboard from time to time. The natural light from the floor-to-ceiling windows fell on him, making him look more mature and indifferent.

The assistant was respectfully helping him sort out a stack of documents.

"..."

The black private cell phone on the desk suddenly vibrated.

Xing Mingyu glanced at the incoming call, frowned, typed the last English word with his right hand, pressed the enter key, and answered the phone with the other hand.

After the other end of the phone finished talking, Xing Mingyu put down his phone and asked Assistant Zhou who had sorted out the information next to him: "Is the Xing family on the news?"

Assistant Zhou was prepared and answered, "Yes, sir. I also saw the news half an hour ago. Someone took pictures of the Xing family's motorcade and ambulance and posted them online. Netizens are curious about which big shot had an accident."

"You had an emergency meeting to attend at the time, so I suppressed the topic. You suddenly asked this. Did something happen in the courtyard?"

At the end, Assistant Zhou's voice began to tremble.

Could it be that someone in the Xing family really had an accident? Then was his role as a scapegoat over? After the boss's meeting was over, he...he had forgotten about it.

"Uncle Zhang said that the old man is in the hospital."

"What?" Assistant Zhou almost lost his balance. His first reaction was to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, sir. I neglected it..."

"It's no use talking about it now."

Xing Mingyu stood up coldly, picked up his phone and told Zhou Lili: "Take your notebook and documents and go prepare the car."

"Yes!"

Assistant Zhou acted quickly, and within a few minutes, the extended Lincoln drove out of the Xing Group.

On the way, Xing Mingyu also held an emergency meeting and was busy and exhausted.

Just as he was discussing the group's investment in medical care for the next quarter, another international call came in. He was communicating in fluent Arabic and didn't even hear the battery warning on his personal mobile phone.

Before he could finish his international long-distance conversation, the extended Lincoln had already stopped steadily in front of the entrance of the X-Military Hospital, and Old Zhang, who was waiting there, hurried over to help him open the door.

"Second Young Master, you are here. The old man has been waiting anxiously."

Xing Mingyu didn't even hang up the phone and followed Lao Zhang into the hospital.

Behind him, Assistant Zhou parked the car, picked up his boss's notebook, documents and personal cell phone, and chased in.

Jiang family villa.

Aunt Lan served Mr. Xing's favorite dish according to the recipe that Lao Jiang gave her before he went home, and then looked up at the clock on the wall of the restaurant.

"Strange, Mr. Xing said we'd wait for him to come back for dinner tonight, but it's almost seven o'clock now, why hasn't he come back yet?"

Jiang Qianxun, who had just gotten a good night's sleep, also came to the restaurant. After hearing what Aunt Lan said, she took a glass of milk to fill her stomach and locked her phone.

"I'll ask him."

Inquiry message sent.

In the reception room of the hospital's VIP ward, Xing Mingyu's personal cell phone was silent and lay quietly in Zhou Li's hand. Assistant Zhou had no time to check whether the phone had battery or not. He had already been frightened by the low pressure of the silent confrontation between the old man and the child in front of him.