You Are My Rare Passion

Ye Xingbei told Ling Yue about the immoral things the Xu family had done.

Although Ling Yue was only eight years old, Ye Xingbei no longer regarded him as a child.

She wasn't worried at all that Ling Yue wouldn't understand.

In fact, Ling Yue did understand.

His gaze changed from surprise, to anger, to hatred, and then gradually calmed down.

He looked at Mr. Xiang with complicated emotions in his eyes: "...Grandpa, grandpa?"

"Yes! Good boy, I'm grandpa! I'm your grandpa!" Mr. Xiang couldn't control himself anymore, hugged Ling Yue violently, and cried loudly.

In his life, except when his wife died, he had never shed tears.

But today, he couldn't bear the grief in his heart, and he cried like never before.

Holding Ling Yue in his arms, he thought of his wife who died early and his daughter whom he had never met, and felt as if his heart had been shattered into thousands of pieces.

He thought for the umpteenth time that he hadn't forced his wife to come to Jiangcheng to fight the disaster.

The wife will not be born prematurely and have a bad body.

The daughter will not be replaced by the Xu family.

With his protection, her daughter would not marry and come to Jiangcheng, nor would she encounter that damned car accident.

His wife and daughter are all alive now.

Unfortunately, all assumptions are just assumptions.

His wife and daughter will never return to him.

All he can do now is to cherish the people in front of him.

Seeing that he was agitated, Ye Xingbei was afraid that he would not be able to control his strength and hurt Ling Yue's wound, so he quickly comforted him: "Mr. Xiang, it's a good thing to be able to recognize Xiao Yue. Don't be sad, Xiao Yue's body is hurting." There are still injuries..."

Pained to death, Mr. Xiang, who was crying in a daze, finally came back to his senses, let go of Ling Yue quickly, and asked with concern: "Did Grandpa hurt you?"

Ling Yue shook his head.

In fact, it hurts, but he has always been able to bear it.

Mr. Xiang is a fine man, you can tell by his expression that he is lying.

An eight-year-old child from someone else's family may cry and wipe away his tears if he falls and scratches his skin a little bit.

His grandson was covered in bruises, but he seemed to be fine.

In the final analysis, it is just that I have suffered too much and can bear it.

Thinking of the hardships this child has suffered, Mr. Xiang was filled with grief and anger, but he gently stroked Ling Yue's head with his palm, "Xiao Yue, you are still a child, you can cry when you feel pain, don't bear it."

Ling Yue shook his head, "Grandpa, I really don't hurt."

Looking at the well-behaved child, and thinking of Ling Fangzhou's neglect of him and Xie Wennan's abuse of him, Mr. Xiang's heart throbbed.

A burst of uncontrollable anger suddenly surged in his heart, he turned around abruptly, walked outside the ward, and told his confidants: "Go, get Ling Fangzhou and Xie Wennan, I want to see them!"

He wants to meet those two wolf-hearted bastards, and help his grandson vent his anger!

His confidant left under his orders, and when he returned to the ward, the anger on his face had subsided, and he put on a gentle and loving smile.

Even though Ling Yue's face was covered with gauze, and the face outside the gauze was also bruised and swollen, completely different from the past, beautiful like a little golden boy, but he still felt that Ling Yue was the most lovable child in the world.

He just felt that he had never cherished a person as much as he does now.

Ling Yue is now the flesh on the tip of his heart, someone more important than his life.

He had a lot to say to Ling Yue, and just started, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the little sapling rushed in from the outside like a cannonball.