Chapter 3
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Jian Yiling walked out of the room. When she walked up the stairs, Wen Nuan suddenly caught a glimpse of her.
Their eyes met. Wen Nuan's expression was sorrowful. She wanted to say something but stopped.
She had doted on her daughter since she was a child. But now …
Wen Nuan cried in Jian Shuxing's arms, "It's my fault. I spoil Yiling too much …"
Jian Shuxing had been in the business world for many years. No matter how big or small it was, he had never frowned. However, today's incident made his eyes red.
"It's not just your fault. I'm also at fault. Fortunately, it's not too late. If you start teaching Yiling well now, it's not too late," Jian Shuxing said as he gently patted his wife's back.
Jian Shuxing was also in a bad mood. He admitted that out of the four children, he and his wife favored their youngest daughter more. This was because she was the youngest and also because she was the only girl.
However, this didn't mean that they didn't love the other three children. When something like this happened to their third child, he was distressed.
The couple looked at Jian Yiling with sadness, regret, blame, and reluctance.
To Jian Yiling, these kinds of eyes were unfamiliar.
In her previous life, after Jian Yiling's parents discovered Jian Yiling's talent, they signed a contract with the research institute. In exchange, the research institute would give Jian Yiling's parents a large sum of money every year.
Jian Yiling rarely interacted with her parents. The few times that she did see them, they always looked at her with alienation and indifference in their eyes. Even when they asked about her well-being, their words were formulaic. It was as though they had memorized a speech in advance. There was no warmth in them at all.
However, the way the couple looked at her was reflected in Jian Yiling's heart. It inexplicably affected her emotions.
Perhaps they didn't choose to believe Jian Yiling in this matter. However, their love for her was real.
Wen Nuan suddenly left her husband's arms and ran up the stairs to Jian Yiling's side.
The fifteen-year-old Jian Yiling was slightly petite compared to her peers. This was because she was born prematurely.
She had a delicate face that was the size of a palm-sized doll. There was still some baby fat on her face.
At this moment, Jian Yiling was quiet. This made Wen Nuan feel even more uncomfortable.
Wen Nuan's voice turned cold. She sternly scolded Jian Yiling, "Yiling, you must admit your mistake this time. Your father and I are going to the hospital to visit your third brother. You must apologize to him! Beg for his forgiveness! You've gone too far! If you don't change, your dad and I won't forgive you! "
Wen Nuan had never been so strict with Jian Yiling.
Jian Yiling nodded her head.
Jian Yiling knew that it was pointless to try and explain that she didn't do it on purpose.
If she kept on denying it, she would only be like Jian Yiling in the original novel. She would be pushing herself into the most dangerous situation.
In the evening, Wen Nuan asked Aunt An to make some nourishing soup and some food. After putting the food in a thermos, she took Jian Yiling to the hospital.
The Jian family's house was located halfway up the mountain. This area was a villa area. The people who lived here were all powerful and influential people in Hengyuan City.
The hospital that Jian Yunnao was hospitalized in was half an hour's drive from his home. It was the best private hospital in Hengyuan City.
When they arrived outside the hospital room, Father and Mother Jian saw their son's arm hanging in a brace. His face was pale and lifeless. Their hearts ached.
Jian Yunnao and Jian Yuncheng's faces were 50% similar. They both had delicate facial features and distinct lines.
Compared to his older brother, Jian Yunnao's facial features were still somewhat immature.
But now, his slightly immature face was full of grief. His eyes were filled with despair.
Jian Yunnao was only seventeen years old this year. This kind of thing was a huge blow to him.
Jian Yuncheng, who was sitting next to him, had a serious expression on his face. He remained silent.
His handsome face was shrouded in a layer of gloom.
"Yunnao, I asked Aunt An to make your favorite food. Would you like to eat some?" Wen Nuan asked as she carefully stepped forward. Her movements were gentle.
Jian Yunnao turned his head to the side.
Wen Nuan knew that her son was in pain.
She continued to comfort and please him. She hoped that he would open up his heart.
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