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Chapter 636 - 636 622 Indeed Creatures of a Feather (4)_1

Chapter 636: 622, Indeed Creatures of a Feather (4)_1 Chapter 636: 622, Indeed Creatures of a Feather (4)_1 An Family

Inside the room, Yang Xiang locked the door and quickly walked to the terrace by the floor-to-ceiling window.

She made a phone call, a hint of nervousness flashing in her eyes.

“How did it go?”

It’s not known what the person on the other end of the call said, but Yang Xiang raised the corners of her mouth in a deceptive smile.

“Ok, I got it. Don’t worry, I won’t deduct a penny from your payment. I will transfer the money to your account later.”

After hanging up the call, Yang Xiang let out a cackling laugh.

Daisy, Daisy, you probably didn’t expect that it was me who called the police on you.

Thinking of setting me up? No way.

Holding onto Xiya only to leave you is to court disaster. Do you really think I, Yang Xiang, am so foolish as to let you pull my strings?

Ridiculous.

“Xiangxiang, what are you doing in your room? Zhou Yi is looking for you.” A knock rang out, followed by Yang Lin’s voice from outside the door.

“Coming.”

Hearing that Zhou Yi had arrived, Yang Xiang quickly returned to the room. After checking her makeup in the mirror, she opened the door and walked out.

Outside the door, Yang Lin looked at her and asked, “What were you doing in your room?”

“Nothing, sister, where is Zhou Yi?” replied Yang Xiang.

“He’s downstairs, hurry up, don’t keep him waiting too long.”

“Okay.”

…

As night fell, a light rain started to patter down.

The gentle light illuminated the hospital ward. On the bed, Xiya still hadn’t woken up.

Bai Jue pushed the door open and walked in, calling out helplessly to Khan who was sitting by the bed.

“Khan, come and eat something first.”

Khan carefully let go of Xiya’s hand and stood up. Having sat in the same position for too long, his legs were a bit numb.

He took a moment to regain his strength before walking over.

“You should also rest a little. Xiya won’t wake up until tomorrow. Don’t pass out when she wakes up.” Bai Jue sat on the sofa, his legs crossed.

He had given so much blood, yet he neither ate nor drank, nor did he rest for a while. Did he think he was made of iron?

Khan sat down opposite him, suddenly remembering his child, and hastily asked, “Bai Jue, how’s the baby?”

“Oh, finally remembered the child. I thought you only had eyes for Xiya.” Bai Jue deliberately teased him.

“How’s the baby really?”

“The baby is fine, it’s in the incubator now.” Bai Jue took out his phone while speaking, “Do you want to see a picture of the baby?”

On hearing this, Khan’s eyes lit up. He hastily grabbed his phone and said, “Of course.”

After getting the phone, he lowered his head and opened the photo album. Seeing the tiny bundle in the photo, Khan’s heart softened.

This was his child.

He was a father now, his little princess was here.

Bai Jue watched as he held the phone, laughing like a fool, and made a disgusted face, “That’s enough, you’re laughing like an idiot.”

“What do you know? You single dog wouldn’t understand what it feels like to become a father.” Khan kept his eyes on the phone and said disdainfully.

Pah, he was really hot-tempered.

His words were really irritating, weren’t they?

Bai Jue’s mouth twitched, “I don’t get it, you do. Even Xiya said that the child isn’t yours. What are you so happy about?”

What’s there to be proud of? He hasn’t even won his wife back, and he’s thinking about being a dad. Dream on.

“Since when did your sight get so poor?” Khan raised his head, looking at him with a hint of contempt. “My little princess looks so much like me. With these genes, who dares say she’s not my progeny?”

Bai Jue raised an eyebrow, pointed at the still unconscious Xiya and said with a smile, “That’s yet to be seen. The woman lying unconscious on the bed would dare to say so.”

Khan looked depressed, “…”

“By the way, what’s the deal with your ex-girlfriend? Didn’t you break up ages ago?” Bai Jue brought up Daisy, whom he had seen by the river today, feeling that something was off.

“Are you talking about Daisy?”

“Who else? Do you have many ex-girlfriends?”

“I broke up with her a long time ago. I don’t know why she was arrested today either.”

“I find that woman quite suspicious. You’d better watch out.” Bai Jue spoke frankly.

Khan furrowed his brows, “What do you mean?”

“I can’t tell for sure, but Jian Qing is investigating Xiya’s kidnapping. We should get the result soon. Let’s wait for tomorrow. You should rest early, I’m heading back.” Bai Jue shook his sleeve and stood up.

“You don’t have to worry about the baby. Jian Qing’s got someone watching.”

“Thanks, bro!” Khan punched his shoulder in gratitude.

Bai Jue rubbed his arm, “Please, don’t be so formal. I’m not used to it.”

“Screw you.” Khan laughed and cursed.

After Bai Jue left, Khan returned to his seat by the bed.

He looked at the sleeping woman on the bed, his gaze softening.

He reached out and caressed her pale cheek, caressing his thumb over her eyebrows and eyes, “Xiya, from now on, you and our little princess are my everything. I won’t let you get hurt again.”

He bent over, giving a light kiss on her forehead.

In a place where no one could see, the sleeping woman’s fingers twitched, then returned to tranquility.

…

The cold voice echoed in the bedroom.

After hanging up the call, a cold light flashed in Jian Qing’s eyes. She looked out the window at the dark night, which seemed to deepen her gloomy mood.

Yang Xiang, Daisy!

Heh, they really were birds of a feather.

It seems I should not have let them go in the first place.

Suddenly the door was gently pushed open. Jian Qing drew back her gaze to look.

As her eyes met the newcomer, the chill in her eyes instantly faded.

“Xiaojing!”

“Sitting on the couch, why didn’t you take a blanket?” Quan Jingwu had a tray in his hand, the white porcelain bowl on top was the most frequently seen thing since Jian Qing had become pregnant.

“What’s that you’re holding?” Jian Qing saw the stew in his hand and immediately frowned.

“It’s a soup my mother made.” Quan Jingwu sat down on the couch and put his coat over her.

Jian Qing sat up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and implored in a soft voice, “Honey, I know you’re the best to me. You must be tired from taking care of me these days. Why don’t you drink the soup for me?”

She couldn’t refuse the soup made by her mother-in-law. However, she really couldn’t drink any more. She hadn’t digested her dinner yet, and she really couldn’t drink this soup.