Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 421 - 420: What Is There to Fear?

Chapter 421: Chapter 420: What Is There to Fear?

Uncle Wen looked up and saw Xing Ling coming down from upstairs. He approached and asked, "Madam, are you going out?"

"Yes, I have made plans with a friend and won’t be home for lunch."

"You don’t have many friends around here, madam. To have a lunch date must mean you are quite close. Why not invite her over to Ye Mansion for lunch? I’ll make sure to prepare everything properly," Uncle Wen probed.

"No need."

Xing Ling took a car to the café.

Upon opening the private room door, she found Xing Lan seated inside.

Perhaps due to the shock of losing her son, she looked gloomy and downcast.

Xing Ling stood there and said, "Auntie."

"Did you come alone?"

"You made up that story just to trick me into coming, didn’t you?" Xing Ling asked.

"Take a seat," Xing Lan replied as she took out some documents from her bag and placed them in front of Xing Ling, "Read them yourself."

After sitting down, Xing Ling flipped through the materials, and on the first page were several lifestyle photos of a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Xing Yanjie.

Name: Xing Ling.

Where she studied—elementary school, high school, university, and even her time abroad—was all clearly laid out.

Including the man who caused her heartbreak.

"If you still don’t believe it, you can go and verify at the places Xing Ling has been," Xing Lan suggested.

"Then...who am I?"

"That, I don’t know."

Xing Ling threw the documents onto the table, "There must be some mistake. This can’t be possible. I am Xing Ling..."

"As I told you, you can go and check," Xing Lan insisted.

Looking frantic and distraught, Xing Ling left the café.

She didn’t get into her car but wandered forward aimlessly.

Her chauffeur followed in the car behind her.

As Xing Ling walked, a sudden cramp in her stomach made her crouch down, and she took a seat on the stairs at the side of the road.

The chauffeur stopped the car and hurried over, "Madam, are you alright?"

Xing Ling buried her head in her knees and shook her head.

Her cellphone rang inside her bag.

She didn’t bother with it.

She felt that the world had gone mad, confronting her with all sorts of bizarre statements...

"Aling."

Xing Ling raised her head and saw Ye Sihan approaching.

As Ye Sihan got closer and noticed Xing Ling’s pale face, he immediately moved to hold her.

"Don’t touch me," Xing Ling stopped him.

Ye Sihan stiffened for a moment, then crouched down in front of her and touched her chilly forehead, "What’s wrong? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

"It’s nothing..." Xing Ling stood up, her face pale and uncomfortable, "My period has started, and there’s blood on my pants."

Ye Sihan’s tense face softened slightly before he assertively picked her up into the car.

In the car, Xing Ling tried to get down from him, "There’s blood! It will get on you!"

Ye Sihan held her tight, "Just listen to me."

Xing Ling finally gave up struggling, her head weakly resting against his chest.

"Does your stomach hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It’s bearable, just a little bit, it’s nothing serious..."

Ye Sihan’s hand slid into her clothes, his palm pressing against her cold lower abdomen.

A warmth seeped through, and Xing Ling closed her eyes, comforted.

"Weren’t you supposed to have lunch with a friend? How come you went to the café?" Ye Sihan asked.

Xing Ling knew it must have been either the chauffeur or Uncle Wen who told him.

But should she tell Ye Sihan?

Could Ye Sihan help her?

"If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself," Ye Sihan said with a heavy tone.

"Why bother checking? It’s just a trivial matter..." Xing Ling thought it over and decided to tell him, but only revealed half of it, "My aunt came to see me. That is, Shen Kuai’s mother."

"What was it about?"

"Because of Shen Kuai’s death, how could I possibly tell her the truth?" Xing Ling leaned against his chest, her eyes barely open and lacking energy. "It was Shen Kuai’s own fault after all."

"You shouldn’t have met her."

Xing Ling closed her eyes, "Yes, I won’t next time."

She was unusually compliant and quiet, which Ye Sihan attributed to her feeling unwell.

Back at Ye Mansion, Xing Ling took a shower in the bathroom.

Just as she finished, the bathroom door opened.

Xing Ling clutched her chest, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, "You... how did you get in here? I... I haven’t put on my clothes yet."

Ye Sihan looked deeply into her eyes, "The way you look without clothes, I know it even with my eyes closed, no need to be shy."

Xing Ling’s face turned even redder, "You... turn around, I need to put on my underwear."

Seeing her standing there looking pitifully bullied, Ye Sihan didn’t force her, turned around and faced away.

Xing Ling immediately put on her shorts, also fitting a sanitary napkin.

When she looked up to grab her pajamas, she realized they were not there.

The man beside her moved closer, draped the pajamas over her shoulders, and helped her put them on.

Xing Ling didn’t even know when the man had taken the pajamas, hopefully, he hadn’t seen her fitting the sanitary napkin just now, had he?

As her mind was still in a daze, she felt light, being lifted into his arms.

Set down on the big bed in the bedroom, she leaned back.

Xing Ling’s hand suddenly touched an abnormally warm source under the covers.

Ye Sihan took that warm source in his hand, then placed it against her abdomen.

A warmth even hotter than the palm of a hand seeped into her skin, and the faint pain she felt was much relieved.

"Rest well and don’t go running around," Ye Sihan said, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her.

"Mm," Xing Ling closed her eyes.

On one hand, her body felt lethargic, and on the other, she felt emotionally stricken.

She wondered, could she really be Tang Yu?

What about the paternity test?

Did Ye Sihan tamper with it?

Xing Ling would rather believe she was Tang Yu’s twin sister.

After all, the fact that Tang Yu had quadruplets suggested it was a family trait...

What Xing Ling didn’t know was that while she was taking a bath, Ye Sihan had already notified someone to capture Xing Lan.

That person couldn’t stay in the capital.

As soon as the quadruplets got home, they ran towards the master bedroom.

Were it not for Ye Sihan, who had followed them, stopping them, they would have all tried to climb onto the bed.

The quadruplets clung to the edge of the bed, gazing longingly at their mother.

"Is Mom sick?"

"What’s uncomfortable?"

"Why not see a doctor?"

Just as Xibao was about to speak, her body was lifted up, sitting on Daddy’s lap.

However, her eyes were still fixed on Mommy.

Full of countless worries.

"It’s nothing, Mommy just feels a bit weak after waking up from a nap, it’ll be better tomorrow," Xing Ling grasped their soft little hands, too embarrassed to tell the children about her period.

After all, they were still young.

Her gaze fell upon Xibao’s face.

In fact, she had noticed long ago that Xibao resembled her, or more precisely, resembled Tang Yu.

When alone in the room, Xing Ling had every opportunity to call Xing Yanjie and ask him about "Xing Ling."

But she never mustered the courage.

Call it self-deception or evasion of reality, she simply dared not delve deeper, as if there was something even more terrifying lying beneath.

After Ye Sihan got into bed at night, he held Xing Ling in his arms.

Xing Ling didn’t move, quietly waited for a while before asking, "Ye Sihan..."

"Hmm?"

"Do you think lost memories can be recovered?"

Ye Sihan’s dark eyes slightly hardened, his jawline tensed up a bit, his voice sounded normal, "You want to recover your memories?"

"No, I’m just asking," Xing Ling truly didn’t want to.

She couldn’t understand the hint of fear in her heart.

What was she afraid of?

No matter what happened, Ye Sihan would protect her, wouldn’t he?

Xing Ling buried her head deeper into Ye Sihan’s chest, like an ostrich.

Seeing her actions, Ye Sihan just held her tighter.

Because he was wavering inside, he didn’t even dare ask why Xing Ling had such a thought.

Who was influencing her?

And darn it, Xing Lan was good at hiding.

A night’s search yielded no results, where could she have gone?

The capital was vast, and there were places off-camera.

The only certainty was that she was still in the capital.