Chapter 63 Fourteen-Year-Old Xia Ling and Jiang Ciyou
Xia Ling mentioned the baby in her belly.
Yan Feng's expression finally softened.
His eyes fell on Xia Ling's slightly bulging belly.
"You fell twice today, are you okay?"
Xia Ling was still half-lying on the ground, one hand covering her stomach: "A Feng, my stomach hurts a little."
Yan Feng quickly helped her up.
Then, Xia Ling sat in the passenger seat of the car.
Yan Feng's face still looked unhappy.
He seemed to be controlling his emotions.
"Xia Ling, for so many years, I always thought I knew you very well, but today, I realized that you are so unfamiliar to me. Could it be that your gentleness, kindness, and innocence in front of me are all fake?"
"Xia Ling, you make me feel very strange now."
Xia Ling lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.
Anyone who sees this pitiful look will feel distressed.
Yan Feng casually pulled out a tissue and handed it over.
Xia Ling took the tissue, looked at Yan Feng cautiously, and then quickly lowered her head.
Xia Ling held the tissue and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"A Feng, I grew up in a place like Misty Rain Alley. If I were only gentle, kind, and simple, I would have died a thousand times already."
Yan Feng's eyes moved.
The name Yanyuxiang sounds nice.
But in fact, it is a slum at the edge of Rongcheng, which is filled with violence, blood, and all kinds of shady and dirty deals every day.
He knew Xia Ling's past, but never asked in detail.
Xia Ling continued to cry as she spoke, "My mom is crazy, and my dad is disabled. Ever since I can remember, my mom has tortured me and my dad in various ways. I don't have my own room. Since I was little, my clothes, shoes, and even my school bag were all picked up from the garbage dump. I feel like nothing in this world belongs to me, and I don't deserve to have anything beautiful."
Her voice was filled with despair, as if it could pull people into that tragic situation, making people heartbroken.
"When I was fourteen, I saved money for six months by picking up scraps. Then I secretly went to a clothing store and bought a dress. It was white with white lace on the neckline and sleeves. I loved it so much that I hid it under my bed. When my parents were not at home, I would secretly take it out and wear it."
"One time, my mother came home early and saw me wearing a brand new white dress. She insisted that I stole money to buy it. I will always remember that day..."
Xia Ling lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, and her shoulders trembled more and more violently.
"She stripped me naked and tied me to a tree in the yard. She cut my white skirt into rags with scissors in front of me, then set it on fire. Then she took a belt and beat me repeatedly."
"That day was in the afternoon. Many people heard the noise and came to watch. I was already fourteen years old at the time. I was beaten until I was covered in blood. I was surrounded by a group of people like a monkey. They didn't stop me, they just watched the fun, pointing and talking at me. There were also those disgusting, prejudiced looks. They laughed, clapped, and encouraged my mother to beat me harder..."
"I was knocked unconscious several times."
When Yan Feng heard Xia Ling say this, his heart was gripped.
He knew that Xia Ling came from a poor family and that Xia Xiufen always beat and scolded her.
But she never expected that she would experience such a cruel thing in her life.
Yan Feng couldn't help but think of Jiang Ciyou.
What was Jiang Ciyou doing when he was fourteen years old?
Yan Feng remembered that when Jiang Ciyou was fourteen years old, he spoke at the United Nations as a representative of Chinese students. He spoke with a fluent British accent and won applause from people all over the world.
At the age of fourteen, she wore a ballet skirt and appeared on the stage of the Paris Opera as the leading role. She was selected by the Royal Ballet on the spot, but she rejected the royal invitation just because she thought British food was too bad.
When she was fourteen, Jiang Ciyou had countless beautiful princess dresses and expensive jewelry. She was held in the palm of everyone's hand and was a little princess shining with brilliance and youthful vitality.
Xia Ling and Jiang Ciyou are like two extremes of life.
One shines in the clouds, the other struggles in the mud.
Sympathy and heartache took over Yan Feng's mind, and his expression softened completely.
He turned sideways and took Xia Ling into his arms.
There was a hint of heartache in her voice: "Xia Ling, that's all in the past. Your future will not be worse than Jiang Ciyou's."
Xia Ling leaned on Yan Feng's shoulder, looking pitiful: "Ah Feng, I know I am not worthy of you, just like that white dress. If I want to get close to you, if I want to possess you, I have to pay a huge price. But you are the best thing in my life, a ray of light in my dark life. No matter what the price, I will not allow anyone to take you away from me."
"I know you and Ciyou were childhood sweethearts, and you haven't completely let go of the feelings you've had for so many years. I was so afraid that your old feelings would rekindle, so I did something like this in a moment of confusion."
Xia Ling straightened up and looked into Yan Feng's eyes with tears in her eyes.
"A Feng, I love you. No one in this world loves you more than me."
The look in Xia Ling's eyes when she looked at him was almost pious.
He held Xia Ling tightly in his arms.
He loves Xia Ling.
Because only Xia Ling worshipped him like a god. Her admiration, worship, and crazy love for him, as well as her cautiousness, made him feel that he was the best person in the world.
But in front of Jiang Ciyou, he can only be inferior to him and even has to please him.
Xia Ling saw that Yan Feng had lost all his arrogance.
There was even only heartache in his eyes.
She felt this was perfect timing.
She leaned on Yan Feng's chest, her voice as soft as a newborn kitten.
She looked at Yan Feng's face carefully.
Then he said, "A Feng, divorce Ci You and let's live a good life together, okay? I don't care if people say I'm a mistress, nor do I care about the position of Mrs. Yan. I only care if you still love me. You and Ci You have such a relationship, and I'm always afraid and terrified. I'm so afraid that you will reconcile. If you do, you will be husband and wife. What will happen to me and the baby?"
When Jiang Ciyou was mentioned, Yan Feng's eyes darkened noticeably.
The three words "Jiang Ciyou" were like a stone pressing on his heart.
With every heartbeat, I feel uncomfortable.
Although his marriage to Jiang Ciyou was not registered.
But in Yan Feng's heart, Jiang Ciyou is his wife, the woman who belongs to him, Yan Feng.
This is also the reason why he was unwilling to tell Xia Ling that he and Jiang Ciyou did not get a marriage certificate.
That piece of certificate doesn't mean anything. He and Jiang Ciyou are husband and wife.
Therefore, he could not give Xia Ling an identity in the secular sense.
When he thought that Jiang Ciyou and Bo Jinxiu were really involved, the stone in his heart seemed to suddenly become a thousand pounds heavy, making it difficult for him to breathe.
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