Chapter 472 Tang Xiaoya must be here

The following day, Yan Jin flew directly to Sun City.

Sunlight City is a warm city, neither too hot nor too cold, with a pleasant climate.

He obtained the information as soon as he landed; it showed two territories belonging to the Southern Gang.

The Southern Gang has been entrenched in Sun City for many years and has deep roots. They control two important international ports here, which are hubs connecting various places.

Yan Jin first went to one of the places, which was near Yuntai Garden.

The Southern Gang's territory was heavily guarded. The entire mansion was blocked by high walls, and the people standing at the gate all exuded a menacing aura, clearly not to be trifled with.

It's impossible to get in.

He turned his head and said to Yun Mu.

"Go and get acquainted with the servants in the mansion, and try to find out if there is a young woman here."

Yun Mu nodded, accepted the order, and left.

He was also a social butterfly, trying every means to flirt with the servants, and eventually he actually bumped into an old gardener in the mansion.

The gardener was quite honest.

"There are only men here, not a single woman, even the servants who cook are men."

"Why?"

Yunmu was curious.

"Because our manager is henpecked, and his wife won't allow it."

Yun Mu: "..."

Later, Yan Jin went to another place and received a similar answer: no strange girls lived there.

Yan Jin leaned back in the car seat, rubbing her throbbing temples, looking quite dejected.

Did I guess wrong?

He spoke to Yun Mu in a hoarse voice.

"Find some well-informed locals and ask them to help you find them. Pay them more money, but make sure it's done secretly."

"Yes." Yun Mu nodded and left.

Actually, when Lu Qinglin sent Tang Xiaoya over, he wanted her to live in one of the mansions.

With the Southern Gang protecting us, we'll be much safer.

However, Tang Xiaoya refused.

She was afraid that if Yan Jin came looking for her, she might get hurt if she barged in again.

Therefore, she chose a villa in the front row of a high-end community called Wanhua Xi'an, not far from Yuntai Garden.

She and her mother, along with a maid and two bodyguards, lived there.

The villa's balcony offers a breathtaking view of a large garden.

Occasionally, she would go for a walk in the garden and buy some fresh honey.

She loved that patch of photinia flowers the most. There were also photinia flowers on the back hill of the small fishing village, so she liked them very much. This was something she had told Wen Youyou.

The next day, Yan Jin went directly to Yuntai Garden.

Yuntai Garden is the most famous attraction in the area, planted with some of the most beautiful and precious flowers and plants in the world, and designed like an artistic world of flowers and plants.

Also known as the world's backyard.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, there are many tourists, and quite a few newlyweds taking wedding photos.

Looking at the happy smile on the bride's face, Yan Jin felt a dull ache in her heart.

His Xiaoya would look beautiful in a wedding dress.

His eagle eyes searched through the crowd, trying to find that familiar figure.

Finally, he arrived at the field of photinia flowers.

White photinia flowers bloom all over the hillside, a vast expanse like snow, pure and white, with a rich fragrance in the air.

Is this the place Xiaoya likes?

Where is she? Will she come today?

He stood in the sea of ​​flowers, deep in thought.

Not far away, a painter in his fifties or sixties was sketching.

With just a few strokes, Yan Jin's graceful figure was captured.

Then he picked up his paintbrush and meticulously sketched the image, at an astonishing speed.

This man is exceptionally handsome.

After finishing his painting, the painter remembered something and flipped through his sketchbook.

He also painted a pregnant woman, and he loved to stand in this sea of ​​flowers and daydream.

He flipped to the next picture.

The woman in the painting is beautiful, with melancholy in her eyes, sharing the same sorrow as the man.

The person in the painting is Tang Xiaoya; the painter depicted the two of them gazing at each other.

On the third day, at noon, Tang Xiaoya's milk came in.

She awkwardly held the tiny, soft life in her arms; it was her Tang Xin.

The child closed his eyes, his tiny mouth enveloped her, sucking with all his might.

A strange, tingling sensation came over me.

Tang Xiaoya's eyes instantly reddened.

It hurts a little.

It was also a kind of overwhelming joy that I had never experienced before.

The ward door was gently pushed open.

Aunt Tang Ling came in carrying a thermos.

She walked quickly to the bedside, first peeking at little Tang Xin, then her gaze fell on Tang Xiaoya's stiff posture.

"Oh my, my little darling, where did you learn to hold a baby like that? From your PE teacher?"

Tang Ling put down the thermos and carefully adjusted her arm.

"Look, you have to do it like this, with the baby's head a little higher, and the whole body turned to the side, with the belly touching your belly. This is called 'chest to chest, belly to belly,' understand? Otherwise, what if she chokes?"

After her aunt made those adjustments, Tang Xiaoya indeed felt much more comfortable.

The child seemed to have found a more comfortable angle and ate with more gusto.

Tang Ling nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and unscrewed the thermos.

A rich aroma of chicken soup immediately and forcefully filled the entire room.

She filled a bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Tang Xiaoya's lips.

"Come on, open your mouth. You just gave birth and your energy is depleted. You need to replenish it properly."

Tang Xiaoya's face immediately flushed.

She's so old, why does she still need to be fed?

"Auntie, I... I'll drink it myself later."

She felt a little embarrassed and wanted to reach out to take it.

Tang Ling didn't move her hand, but looked at her with an expression of deep heartache.

"child."

Her voice was soft, yet carried great weight.

“You’ve suffered a lot since you were a child.”

"Now that your aunt has the opportunity to take care of you, I'm happy."

Tang Ling's eyes were a little moist.

"If your father were still alive... he would be overjoyed to see his granddaughter."

dad.

These two words made Tang Xiaoya's heart clench.

A wave of soreness instantly welled up in my eyes.

She lowered her eyes and nodded.

"Mmm." She opened her mouth. "I'll drink."

The warm chicken soup slid down my throat, and a warm feeling rose from my stomach.

She suddenly looked up and gave her aunt a playful smile.

"Auntie, soup alone isn't enough to keep me full, give me a piece of meat!"

"I want to eat meat!"

Tang Ling was stunned for a moment, then she was amused by her and the moisture in her eyes disappeared.

"You little glutton."

She smiled and immediately picked up a large piece of stewed, tender chicken leg and fed it to her.

Tang Xiaoya chewed the meat carefully, looking at her aunt's smiling face.

"Auntie, tell me about Dad when he was a child."

"good."

As Tang Ling fed the animals, she slowly recounted Tang Yin's past...

At that moment, Tang Xiaoya suddenly realized how precious family ties are.

Even though her love was already shattered.

But she still has her mother, her aunt, and her sister.

Her world is actually quite warm.

As she thought about it, her eyes welled up with tears again.

Meanwhile, at the Fanxing Hotel, Nan Wan had just hung up a phone call, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Yan Jin is here. He's quick; he came right after smelling the scent."

Her tone was fiery.

“If he tries to force his way into my Southern Gang’s territory again, I will make sure he doesn’t leave alive.”

Lu Qinglin hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Don't get angry, it's going to hurt in a bit."

His voice was deep and magnetic.

"He won't stay here for long, and he probably didn't expect Xiaoya to have just given birth and been admitted to the hospital. Don't worry, we won't run into her."

Nan Wan's body felt a little weak.

"I hope so."

Lu Qinglin added, "Give him some smoke bombs, and he'll run back quickly."

"I don't want anything to happen to Xiaoya again. Please help her choose another place."

Lu Qinglin kissed her cheek.

"Okay, we'll go see Xiaoya again later, then we'll head back to Qingcheng, otherwise Zhouzhou will get hungry."

"Mm." Nan Wan nodded.

Lu Qinglin's eyes flickered, his gaze falling on the wet stains on her chest.

It's wet.

Nan Wan looked down and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Let me help you change your clothes." His voice was hoarse.

In the end, he spent two hours with her, ate a hearty meal, and was completely satisfied.

Once Nan Wan recovered, she kicked him off the bed.

He laughed as he got up from the carpet, carried her horizontally to the bathroom to wash her, and then ate a meal without a care in the world.

By the time the two finished dawdling and arrived at the hospital, it was already dark.

...

The next day.

Yan Jin was preparing to visit Yuntai Garden again when she was suddenly invited by a famous director to visit Wanhua Xi'an.

Director Zhuang usually films TV series in various locations around the world, and he bought this villa specifically for vacationing.

Upon learning that Yan Jin had come to Sunlight City, he warmly invited her to join him.

Yan Jin walked into this king-of-the-hill villa.

The balcony on the third floor offers a wide view, allowing you to take in the beautiful scenery of Yuntai Garden.

This old man really knows how to enjoy life.

There are only four prime buildings in the entire complex; without real strength, you simply can't get one.

Director Zhuang came out carrying two glasses of red wine, the liquid swirling in the glasses in beautiful arcs.

He handed a glass to Yan Jin and said, "I admire Miss Tang very much, and I hope to work with her on my next project."

Director Zhuang stared intently at Yan Jin with a probing gaze.

"Mr. Yan, tell me honestly, can Miss Tang make a comeback?"

Yan Jin tightened her grip on the wine glass, and the emotion in her eyes darkened.

"Can."

He paused for a moment, then added.

"But not in the short term."

Yan Jin's answer was resolute.

If he can find her, he will personally bring her back to the screen.

She now has over 20 million fans, and he will never let this gem be tarnished.

She belongs to that dazzling stage.

"Okay, with you saying that, I feel more at ease."

Director Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, then brought up another matter.

"Actor Yan invited me before, and even said that Tang Xiaoya was chosen as the female lead for 'Zhu Feng Tai'. I suppose President Yan won't let her go?"

Yan Jin's face turned completely cold, and her tone was devoid of any warmth.

"Tang Xiaoya will never appear in any Sega productions."

Director Zhuang's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood everything.

The two brothers confessed their feelings to Tang Xiaoya one after the other, and it seems they are completely at odds and irreconcilable.

Yan Jin tilted her head back and drank the red wine in her glass in one gulp.

He placed the empty wine glass on the railing, his gaze drifting aimlessly towards the back garden of the villa next door.

In that garden, there was a dozen or so chickens enclosed by a fence, and next to it was a neatly maintained vegetable garden.

This style is out of place in a luxurious villa area, but resembles the rural style of Shizi Village.

Immediately afterwards, two tall bodyguards came out.

The two of them worked together to catch a clucking hen, one grabbing its wings and the other its feet, their movements clumsy and comical.

It looks like they're going to kill a chicken.

A moment later, a woman came out of the house, carrying a large bowl and a gleaming kitchen knife.

"You two keep a close eye on the chicken."

The woman's voice was clear and bright, tinged with laughter.

"It's just killing a chicken, not killing a person. Look at you cowards, what are you afraid of? You want to be bodyguards?"

She stepped forward with a smile, and with a swift and decisive motion, she brought down the knife.

Fresh blood flowed precisely into the bowl.

The two tall men, both over six feet tall, turned pale, while the woman was amused by them.

"Alright, alright, I'll teach you how to stew ginger chicken later. When you get married, your wives will have to eat this during their postpartum period. Learn how to do it."

The woman turned around with a smile.

That incredibly familiar face instantly came into Yan Jin's view.

Yan Jin's pupils suddenly contracted.

It was Zhang Xiuyi!

It's Xiaoya's mother!

Tang Xiaoya must be here too!

Yan Jin's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Yan Jin rushed downstairs like a madwoman.

He rushed out of the villa gate and headed towards the villa next door.

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