C878 How Could It Not Have Been Stewed
In Fu's old residence, after Ann Xueyan sent Hsu Lan back, she left.
Hsu Lan had just sat on the sofa when she received a call from Jiang Lingfeng.
This was a tacit understanding.
She was just about to call him.
Hsu Lan picked up the phone. "Lingfeng, I was just about to call you. Listen to me. You and Wen, quickly divorce. This woman married you with ulterior motives. She..."
" Mom, the warm child is gone. "
Jiang Lingfeng's cold voice came from the phone.
Hsu Lan's mouth was still open and there was a trace of surprise in her eyes.
Immediately after, she felt delighted in her heart.
"Her child is gone? Why is it suddenly gone? Did she figure it out and run to the hospital to abort the child? "
This was really out of her expectations.
She thought that the warmth would keep the piece of flesh in her stomach and fight against her until the end.
"How could she go to the hospital to abort the child?"
Jiang Lingfeng paused, "Mom, you came to deliver chicken soup to her today?"
There was a trace of doubt in his words.
His son was doubting her?
Hsu Lan frowned, "Lingfeng, what do you mean? Are you suspecting that there is something wrong with the chicken soup I gave her?"
Silence. After three seconds, Jiang Lingfeng said, "No, I just asked Mom about the situation."
"No? Lingfeng, I think you have lost your soul because of her. You don't even care about your mother anymore. "
Hsu Lan said angrily, "That child is a bastard. You shouldn't have kept him. It's best if he's gone now. If he's still here, I will think of a way to get rid of him. "
"Mom!"
Jiang Lingfeng's tone was cold. Even through the electrical waves, he could feel the warning in his tone.
Hsu Lan's chest heaved up and down. "Which hospital is she in now? I came over to see her."
She was also curious why the child was gone.
She wouldn't slander her and say that it was a matter of chicken soup, right?
Although she had thought of this before, she didn't take any action.
She didn't want to be splashed with dirty water for nothing.
In the hospital, Jiang Lingfeng pinched the space between his eyebrows and pursed his lips.
He only hoped that the child's disappearance had nothing to do with his mother.
Otherwise...
He turned around and walked to the door of the ward. Looking at the woman who was still unconscious, he paused for a few seconds and strode towards the doctor's office.1
He happened to run into a doctor whom he was familiar with. After a few simple words, the doctor helped him bring the test report that had just been released.
"Director Jiang, after the test, it was discovered that the child had an abortion because your wife mistakenly ate a medicine that can open blood," the doctor said.
It also meant that someone had given her medicine in her diet!
Jiang Lingfeng's eyes suddenly darkened. His fingers, which were holding the test sheet, tightened again and again.
Chicken soup!
Was it the problem with the chicken soup?
Apart from chicken soup, what else had he eaten other than warmth?
At this moment, Jiang Lingfeng's heart was in turmoil. For the first time, he felt powerless.
If there was really a problem with the chicken soup, then how should she explain it to warmth?
That was his mother!
Jiang Lingfeng's eyes were filled with a thick dark color as he strode towards the ward.
The servant was about to leave the ward when Jiang Lingfeng pulled her out of the door. "Tell me, other than drinking chicken soup and sour plum, what else did Young Madam eat today?"
Hopefully it was not the problem of chicken soup!
Hopefully he was overthinking it!
"FEMALE1 did not have much appetite this morning. All I know is that she only drank a bowl of porridge."
The servant trembled and answered truthfully.
The porridge and the sour plum were both things that she usually ate. There should not be any problems.
Jiang Lingfeng's heart seemed to be slowly sinking.
"Is there still chicken soup left?"
"Yes."
Since there was still some left, let's test it out.
Jiang Lingfeng closed his eyes and walked to the end of the corridor. He called his special hand.
"Let's go to my villa..."
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