Transmigrated to the Seventies: Starting as a Cannon Fodder Side Character

【Space, Mind Reading, Military Marriage, Sweet Romance, Transmigration into a Book, Delicate Beauty, Little Drama Queen】

After dying from overwork, Feng Jiaojiao transmigrated into a novel s...

Chapter 223 The Child Lost for Over 20 Years

Chapter 223: Lost a Child Over 20 Years Old

Faced with the sudden touch, An Jianjun subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

"Child... I... I don't mean anything else. Can you let me see the birthmark on the right side of your neck?" The woman grabbed An Jianjun's arm anxiously.

If Feng Jiaojiao hadn't seen that the woman was older, she would have suspected that she was trying to take advantage of her. Who would grab someone's arm and refuse to let go when they first met?

"Auntie, can you let my man go first? If there is anything, let's talk it out." Feng Jiaojiao walked over and rescued An Jianjun's arm.

"I...I'm sorry, I was so excited!"

"Girl, I hope you can understand my feelings. Can you let me see the birthmark? It's very important to me." Meng Wanqing looked at Feng Jiaojiao and An Jianjun pleadingly.

"Auntie, did you recognize the wrong person?" Tony Leung Ka Fai knew that the Lei family had lost a son and there had been no news so far. Some said that he had died a long time ago and it was impossible for him to be alive. He was taken away by spies and abandoned shortly after he was born. How could he still be alive?

It’s not that there are no people pretending to be their children. After all, the Lei family is not an ordinary family. They are a powerful figure in the capital.

But in the end, they were all discovered one by one. The Lei family had always kept a low profile, and everyone ignored the fact that they had lost a child.

"Wanqing, what's wrong with you?" Lei Xiaotian saw that his wife went out for a walk and had not returned for a long time. He felt a little worried and decided to go out to check on her.

These wives have always been suffering from mental illness and poor health. They are all sick. Today is a rare day when they are in a good mood and they want to go out for a walk.

Originally, he was planning to accompany her, but his wife didn't want to be controlled and wanted to walk on her own, so he agreed.

Unexpectedly, his wife didn't come back for a long time. Lei Xiaotian went out to look for her. He saw his wife holding a man's arm and refusing to let go, so he hurried over to check.

"Xiaotian...our...our Yiming!" Meng Wanqing looked at Lei Xiaotian excitedly.

Only Lei Xiaotian knew who the Yiming his wife was talking about. He was their son, the one who was captured by the secret agents and cruelly thrown into the mountains.

That's their only son!

Twenty-six and eight months were lost just like that.

He misses his children all the time.

Following his wife's gaze, Lei Xiaotian also looked at the tall and strong man. There was a firmness between his brows and a deep and sharp look in his eyes. When their eyes met, Lei Xiaotian didn't even notice the tears sliding down his face.

I suppressed my emotions and forced myself to hold back my tears.

"Hello comrade, can we take some time to talk to you?" This man, who has been decisive all his life, now spoke with a cautious tone that he was not aware of.

An Jianjun looked at Lei Xiaotian's military pants and immediately saluted, "Hello, Chief!"

"Are you a soldier too?" Lei Xiaotian looked at An Jianjun in surprise.

"Report to the commander, I am An Jianjun, the battalion commander of the second battalion of the third regiment of the ninth army division. Later, I retired due to injury. Now I am the deputy chief of the security department of Jishi Iron and Steel Plant." An Jianjun felt a sense of kinship when he saw the commander.

Meng Wanqing's heart ached when she heard the words "discharged from the army due to injury".

"Then...are you healed?"

An Jianjun looked at this kind yet sad woman, and his heart softened. "I'm all right now."

Lu Liangwei saw that it was not appropriate for everyone to talk here, "Uncle Lei, Aunt Lei, An Jianjun and Designer Feng, if you don't mind, let's go inside and talk."

"Okay, okay." Meng Wanqing kept holding An Jianjun's arm, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Feng Jiaojiao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Forget it. Looking at her expression, she must have mistaken An Jianjun for someone else.

Feng Jiaojiao had never considered the possibility that An Jianjun was not a child of the An family. The main reason was that An's father and An Li had always been very kind to An Jianjun. If he was not their biological son, how could they not see it at all?

"I had someone clean up this yard before. Let's sit in the living room and chat." Lu Liangwei didn't expect that he would bring An Jianjun and Feng Jiaojiao to see the house and cause a farce of recognizing relatives.

As soon as Meng Wanqing sat down, she couldn't wait to walk to An Jianjun's side, "Child, can you let me see your neck and ears?"

An Jianjun was also confused?

Could it be that he wasn't his father's biological son? It was impossible. The love and care they had shown him over these years couldn't be faked.

An Jianjun never doubted his identity.

When my fourth brother was a child, he was very naughty. An Li would sometimes get angry and say that he was picked up and told him to leave quickly. At that time, my fourth brother would be beaten by my mother every time. It’s quite funny to think about it now.

But he never felt that he was not his father's biological son.

An Jianjun and Feng Jiaojiao looked at each other, and An Jianjun unbuttoned one button of his collar, revealing the full appearance of the birthmark.

Meng Wanqing touched the birthmark excitedly, crying and laughing. It was a birthmark of this shape and color, and... the small hole above the ear, the same as her mother-in-law. Her mother-in-law had one, Lei Xiaotian also had one, and her son also had it when he was born.

She had never told anyone about these two characteristics, so she could recognize them at a glance when someone came to recognize them as her relatives.

But in An Jianjun's case, both of these conditions apply.

"You...are you twenty-six years old today?" Meng Wanqing looked at An Jianjun expectantly.

An Jianjun nodded.

"My Yiming!"

"My son!" Meng Wanqing threw herself into An Jianjun's arms and held him tightly, refusing to let go.

Lei Xiaotian was also obviously very excited, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop trembling.