Hearing that suggestive whisper, Xiao Yaqin's cheeks instantly flushed red.
Before she could respond with a coquettish rebuke,
Jiang Che had already straightened up, a wickedly mischievous gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Come on, Madam..."
"For now, let's go in and see... our precious son, Ling Xiaodong!"
Hearing Jiang Che shamelessly refer to Ling Xiaodong that way,
Xiao Yaqin secretly spat in her heart, her cheeks turning even redder.
She was both embarrassed and annoyed.
What nonsense is this loose-tongued brat spouting here?!
Little Dong is obviously my son, isn't he?
Since when did he somehow end up having that kind of relationship with you, Jiang Che?
Jiang Che's teasing, spoken in the tone of an elder, filled Xiao Yaqin with such intense shame and absurdity that she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground!
She secretly lifted her eyes and shot Jiang Che a captivating glare.
"Sir... please don't say things like that."
Xiao Yaqin lowered her voice, her reproach carrying a hint of guilty unease.
"Since when... did Little Dong become your son?"
"If someone overhears that, wouldn't it be terribly inappropriate?"
Faced with Xiao Yaqin's completely unthreatening protest,
Jiang Che paid it no mind at all. The amusement on his face only deepened.
With a soft laugh, he domineeringly reached out and wrapped an arm around Xiao Yaqin's slender, soft waist.
Amid her stifled cry, he half-pushed, half-led her into Ling Xiaodong's intensive care room.
Inside the ward,
various cold medical instruments emitted steady beeping sounds.
As he looked at Ling Xiaodong lying unconscious on the hospital bed with a breathing mask over his face,
a trace of amusement quickly flickered through Jiang Che's deep eyes.
Ling Xiaodong might be badly injured, but with his luck protecting him, he definitely won't die.
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