The queen's wife is too sultry

"It's Ms. Zhang, she woke up!"

As soon as Dr. Zhang finished speaking, Ye Zhen pushed open the door of the ward in three steps at a time, came to the side of the bed and held Zhang Yuemei's hand, her voice trembling:

"Grandma..."

"Zhenzhen..."

Zhang Yuemei squeezed out a smile, but her condition was visible to the naked eye.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say you're going to make a new movie today?"

Ye Zhen held her hand tightly, as if she was afraid that she would disappear from her side, and said softly: "I will come to the hospital to see you immediately after the filming."

"Good boy." Zhang Yuemei's eyes were pleased, but when she saw the person behind Ye Zhen, her eyes suddenly changed.

"What are you guys doing here!"

Jiang Jingting pursed his lips and lowered his eyes in silence, for fear of arousing Zhang Yuemei's more intense reaction.

She who was always kind and gentle, her tone became harsh, and she coughed as she spoke, "I don't want to see you."

Qiao Jingxian, who was standing behind Ye Zhen, had an ugly expression on her face for a moment.

"Grandma, don't get excited, let's talk if you have something to say, don't get excited."

Seeing this, Dr. Zhang hurriedly came up with a stethoscope, and beckoned to the nurse to help Zhang Yuemei up, "Come on, come on, let me go."

Ye Zhen moved gently along Zhang Yuemei's chest, but her other hand went around behind her, and secretly patted Jiang Jingting.

Jiang Jingting understood, put his arms around Qiao Jingxian's shoulders, and said in a low voice: "Mother, let's avoid it for a while."

Qiao Jingxian's grandparents and grandson looked so close and trusting that she suddenly felt that she and her son had become outsiders instead. The two of them were so rude. The one at fault gave up and followed Jiang Jingting out of the ward.

"Mother, I will send someone to take you back tomorrow."

Jiang Jingting closed the door of the ward, leaving space for Ye Zhen and Zhang Yuemei, and said to Qiao Jingxian.

Qiao Jingxian straightened her coat without a single wrinkle, and said slowly: "No, I'll just go back by myself."

Jiang Jingting frowned, "Your illness"

The corner of Qiao Jingxian's mouth curved into a sneer, "Hey, do you still remember my illness?"

"I thought that you and those two inside were a family. You have been against me again and again for Ye Zhen, and now I am flattered."

Jiang Jingting put his hands in his pockets, exuding an aura of aloofness and abstinence all over his body, looking at his mother calmly with deep and haughty eyes.

"It won't do you any good to piss me off."

"Uncle, I won't take any action for the time being, the premise is that you don't bother Zhen Zhen and the dean anymore."

Qiao Jingxian's face was ashen, and she said bitterly: "Threatening me, you will be more comfortable with it."

"You used this trick on my 48th birthday in London. Do you want to do it again now!"

Back then, what Qiao Jingxian planned to do to Ye Zhen was far more than humiliating her with words.

If Jiang Jingting hadn't threatened her by reporting on Qiao Heng later, she would not have let Ye Zhen go so easily.

Qiao Heng was her only younger brother, and she couldn't stand such a threat, so she went to the United States in a fit of anger.

Unexpectedly, many years later, the same scene was shown again.

Jiang Jingting rubbed the center of his brows wearily, and sighed extremely wearily: "Mother, why bother?"

"In the past twenty years or so, I grew up beside my grandfather, and you didn't interfere too much in my life, but I know that you have always been proud of me in front of other people."

"Now, I can still be your pride, why do you want to break the balance that has been maintained for more than two decades?"

Qiao Jingxian pulled her face and remained silent.

She looked at the man in front of her, unknowingly, he had grown so tall, handsome and dignified, calm and self-restraining, strong enough to take charge of the entire RC on his own, becoming the most outstanding man of the younger generation of the Jiang family.

Just standing there is an existence that everyone admires, which is enough to make her feel full of pride.

Besides his appearance, he didn't seem to resemble himself at all.

Every time she gets together at a family gathering or with other wealthy wives, her biggest topic of conversation is not the identity of the wife of the Jiang family, but Jiang Jingting's son.

There is no friend who does not envy her. Not only did she marry into the Jiang family, but she also gave birth to such a perfect and impeccable son as Jiang Jingting. Among the children of the aristocratic family, except for Gu Zheng, almost no one can compare with her.

But behind the pride, only she knows how weak the relationship between mother and son is, especially when the two stand face to face, the state of caring for each other without words often makes her flustered.

After all, she was still his mother.

Marriage in a wealthy family is essentially an exchange of benefits. She knows this better than anyone else, but after marrying Jiang Yansen with such an original intention, she still found love and lived happily ever after.

"Jing Ting, about you and Ye Zhen, she has already made her promise, I don't want to say more."

Qiao Jingxian said expressionlessly: "I will return to the United States tomorrow, and I hope you can keep your promise."

Jiang Jingting nodded, "Naturally."

"Your last checkup was at the end of last month. You haven't been there this month. Remember to ask your father to accompany you to the hospital."

He clearly remembered the date of Qiao Jingxian's examination and knew her condition. When he was in the United States, he would remind himself to go for the examination on time every month.

Even if one day, she deliberately refused to go, Jiang Yansen would not force her, and Jiang Jingting would personally call to persuade her to go after learning about it.

The relationship between mother and child seems weak, but as a son, Jiang Jingting did not miss a single thing, even better and more perfect than the children of other aristocratic families.

But Qiao Jingxian always felt that it was precisely because of these that this son knew herself too well, so that she could accurately grasp a degree.

A degree of getting along with her.

For example, the family knew that she was weak, and even her husband always obeyed her.

But Jiang Jingting dared to quarrel with her because of Ye Zhen.

It was because he knew that getting angry once in a while would not have much effect on her condition.

"Hmph, don't worry about these things, save your energy to coax your girlfriend."

Jiang Jingting walked side by side with her, not paying attention to her coldness, he said indifferently: "When you and Zhen Zhen really get along, you will understand her kindness."

"To me, she is far more than just a lifesaver."

"What about Gu Qian?"

Jiang Jingting frowned, "Why did you mention her again?"

"That child, Gu Mo, I watched him grow up, how can he compare to Ye Zhen with your childhood sweetheart?"

Jiang Jingting's brows and eyes became more impatient, "I only regard her as my younger sister, and it is impossible to have love with her again."

"I only have one heart, and I gave it to Ye Zhen ten years ago, so you don't have to waste your efforts."

Seeing that he couldn't leave Ye Zhen in every sentence, Qiao Jingxian shut up in anger.