97: C97 His Pain Is Beyond Human Capacity

C97 His Pain Is Beyond Human Capacity

Tonight, Gong Mingchuan's facial expression didn't look good.

He stood alone on the balcony drinking wine, and soon became drunk.

The people drinking and drinking became blurry in his eyes.

At this time, Qian Yejin carried the baby swaddling clothes and with the help of her husband Gong Ao, her daughter Ren Susu walked down the stairs.

"Congratulations Mrs. Gong. . . "

"Congratulations to Mr. Gong for getting a son. . . "

Gong Ao's eyes were fixed on his wife and son. His face was filled with happiness and pride.

Qian Yejin also tightly hugged her son. She felt that with this son, her position in the Gong family was getting higher and higher. She glanced at Gong Mingchuan, who was standing alone in the distance, holding a goblet. Her eyes were filled with endless provocation.

Now, the only opponent of her son was this big brother who was twenty years older than her.

Qian Yejin wished she could kill him. If something happened to Gong Mingchuan, her son would become the only heir to the Gong family, and she would be able to control the Gong family with her son.

Gong Mingchuan looked at the swaddling cloth in Qian Yejin's arms for a long time. The little baby stretched out her pink little hand and kept flapping.

If his child could be successfully born, it would definitely be so cute.

Gong Mingchuan could not help but want to get closer to this child.

He put the goblet on the waiter's plate and strode towards the child in Qian Yejin's arms.

Qian Yejin saw Gong Mingchuan rushing over drunk and even reached out to hug her son. She could not help hiding behind him. "Gong Mingchuan! Are you crazy?"

"This is my half-brother. Is it wrong for me to hug him?" Gong Mingchuan was really drunk. His unruly eyes were slightly red. He shook his head. His vision was blurry for a while and then clear.

Gong Ao tried to smooth things over. "Mingchuan also cares about little brother. Jin, give the child to Mingchuan to hug. . . This is his biological big brother. In the future, his big brother will protect him!"

"Gong Ao! Look at your son!" Qian Yejin would never give the child to Gong Mingchuan.

He must be pretending to be drunk. When he carried the child, he might intentionally throw the child on the ground.

His own son was gone, so he was jealous of her child.

This little child had a conflict with him over the inheritance rights. Gong Mingchuan definitely had no good intentions towards him.

Qian Yejin handed the child to Susu behind her and pointed at Gong Mingchuan, "He just lost his own child, but he was jealous of my son. I can't let him carry. . . "

Susu shouted, "Mom! You are overthinking. " She carried her little brother and walked in front of Gong Mingchuan. "My baby, be good. Look at your big brother. . . "

The corner of Gong Mingchuan's mouth curled into a mocking smile. He did not even look at the child and reached out to push Susu away.

"Brother. . . " Susu's eyes were filled with tears.

Gong Mingchuan's face was filled with pride, but his eyes were filled with coldness. "Your mother is right. It's best not to let me touch this child. Otherwise, I might accidentally fall him to death. Don't blame me. . . "

Qian Yejin almost died from anger," Gong Mingchuan, don't be too arrogant! "

Susu tightly hugged her brother, her fingers were almost tied into the swaddling cloth.

Gong Ao was also angry, "Gong Mingchuan, you are already so old, yet you still say such irrelevant things! Can't you mix around!?"

Gong Mingchuan had already swaggered off arrogantly.

——1

In the mansion of White Cliff.

Le Youyou had already fallen asleep in her tears. Suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open. A figure fell into the room.

She turned on the light and saw Gong Mingchuan drunk as he fell onto the floor.

He was lying on the floor without moving. He had never been so depressed before.

He frowned in pain. His face was covered in deep despair.

His forehead even touched the door frame when he fell down and he knocked on it.

A thin stream of blood flowed out from the wound on his forehead. . .

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