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, holding her stomach with one hand: "Ah Feng, my stomach hurts a little."

Yan Feng quickly helped her up.

Afterwards, Xia Ling got into the passenger seat of the car.

Yan Feng's face still didn't look good.

It seems that he is still controlling his emotions.

"Xia Ling, for so many years, I have always thought that I know you very well, but today, I realized that you are so strange 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 picked up 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 in her hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Ah Feng, I grew up in a place like Yanyuxiang. If I were really just 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, filled with violence, blood, and all kinds of shady and dirty transactions every day.

He knew about Xia Ling's past, but never asked about it in detail.

Xia Ling was still shedding tears as she said, "My mother is a lunatic and my father is disabled. Ever since I can remember, my mother has tortured me and my father in various ways. I don't have my own room. My clothes, shoes, and even my school bag were all picked up from the garbage dump. I feel that nothing in this world belongs to me and I don't deserve to have anything good."

Her voice was filled with despair, as if it could pull people into that tragic situation and make them heartbroken.

"When I was fourteen, I saved up money for half a year by picking up junk, and then secretly went to a clothing store and bought a dress. The dress was white, with white lace on the neckline and sleeves. I loved it so much that I hid it under the 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 were shaking more and more violently.

"She stripped me naked and tied me to a big tree in the yard. She cut my white skirt into rags with scissors in front of me, and then burned it. Then she took the belt and beat me with it again and again."

"That day was in the afternoon. Many people heard the noise and came to watch. I was already fourteen years old at that time. I was beaten until I was covered in blood. I was surrounded by a group of people like a monkey. They did not stop me. They just watched the excitement and pointed at me. There were also those malicious and prejudiced eyes. 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?

Yan Feng remembers that when Jiang Ciyou was fourteen years old, he spoke at the United Nations as a representative of Chinese students. He spoke in fluent English accent and won applause from all over the world.

At the age of fourteen, she performed as the lead in a ballet skirt on the stage of the Paris Opera House and was selected by the Royal Ballet on the spot. However, she refused the royal invitation because she thought British food was too bad.

At the age of fourteen, Jiang Ciyou had countless beautiful princess dresses, expensive jewelry, and was held in the palm of everyone's hand. She was a little princess shining with brilliant light 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 held Xia Ling in 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 is, I will not allow others to take you away."

"I know you and Ciyou are childhood sweethearts, and you haven't completely let go of your feelings for so many years. I was so afraid that you two would rekindle your old feelings, so I did this in a moment of confusion."

Xia Ling straightened up and looked into Yan Feng's eyes with tears in her eyes.

"Ah 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. The admiration, worship, and crazy love for her, as well as her cautiousness, made him feel that he was the best person in the world.

But in front of Jiang Ciyou, he could only be inferior to him and even had to please him.

Xia Ling saw that Yan Feng had lost all his arrogance.

There was even only heartache in his eyes.

She thought this was a perfect opportunity.

She leaned on Yan Feng's chest, her voice as soft as a newborn kitten.

She looked at Yan Feng's face carefully.

Then she said, "Ah Feng, you and Ci You should divorce and we can live a good life, okay? I don't care if people say I'm a mistress, nor do I care about my position as Mrs. Yan. I only care if you still love me. You and Ci You have such a relationship, and I am afraid and panicked all the time. I'm so afraid that you will get back together, and then you will be husband and wife. What should I and the baby do?"

When Jiang Ciyou was mentioned, Yan Feng's eyes darkened noticeably.

The three words "Jiang Ciyou" were like a stone weighing 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 reluctant to tell Xia Ling that he and Jiang Ciyu had not obtained their 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 was really involved with Bo Jinxiu, the stone in his heart seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it hard for him to breathe.