Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

but--

To be honest, she was very happy those years.

Yan Yuming is a good man, she envied his original wife, having such a good husband who is righteous and gentle.

The sky is not what people want.

Yan Yuming passed away in the second year of Yannian.

Perhaps this is the life of her Ma Xueyan.

God is destined to let her die alone and not let her enjoy happiness.

"..."

Yannian took a deep breath, her nails pinched the flesh of her palms, but she felt no pain.

She didn't know what Ma Xueyan was thinking, but stared at her face for an instant.

"And then? What is frostbite?"

"You got frostbite when you were very young, when you were only two years old..."

Ma Xueyan recalled what happened back then, squinting slightly...

"You just passed your two-year-old birthday, and your dad’s company is on a business trip. Let me take care of you at home. I was taking good care of you. A few ladies came to ask me to go out to play cards. I didn’t hold back and went out. Now, leave you alone at home."

"You are very active by nature and like to run around at home. I was afraid you would run out, so I locked the outside door."

"Unexpectedly, when I came back, I saw you in the cold room. You should have accidentally climbed in, and you accidentally locked the outside door. You couldn't get out, so you patted the window and cried."

Ma Xueyan still remembers the scene of the two-year-old girl crying.

Patting the window, the sound is hoarse, those clear eyes are full of panic and helpless, like a little beast trapped in hell.

Struggling, sad, but desperately trying to live.

She was also terrified at the time.

Hurry up to take Yannian out and put it in the bathtub for a while.

At that time, she was afraid that Yan Yuming would come back and know that she was to blame for this incident, so she kept the secret. Fortunately, the two-year-old child seemed to be fine, and the two-year-old child didn’t remember anything, and it didn’t make sense, let alone. Complained.

This incident was buried in her bones until Yan Yuming died, and she did not say it.

If it weren't for saying that she couldn't get pregnant to question her, she thought maybe she would never say it in her life.

Yannian's fist hanging by his side was clenched.

She was like the half-year-old girl when she was two years old, like a beast lurking in the depths of hell, hoarse and devastated.

But there is no panic and helplessness in my eyes.

What replaced it was hate.

"So after my dad passed away, your temperament changed drastically, hitting me and calling me bad for me, is it because you are not my real mother?"

"Ok……"

Ma Xueyan responded indifferently, lowering her head to stir the corners of her clothes.

Yannian raised her hand and hammered her heart, and she felt so stuffy that she was almost out of breath, and her lungs were cold, as if the cold wind from outside came straight in.

"Does Jiang Beiyuan know about this?"

She asked suddenly, biting her lip, biting out blood, and smelling blood.

"Yan Nian..."

Ding Baoyi called her worriedly behind her.

Yan Nian waved her hand at Ding Baoyi to let her not worry, and then stared at Ma Xueyan again and repeated: "Does Jiang Beiyuan know that you are not my mother?"

"..." Ma Xueyan said nothing.

It seems to be thinking about whether to tell the truth.

"I ask you if he knows!!"

Yan Nian suddenly became angry, her voice raised by dozens of decibels higher than before, and she stubbornly grasped Ma Xueyan by the collar, her eyes cracked, like a little devil released from the depths of hell, roaring and wanting to eat the person in front of her.