She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 162 The Unpredictable

Liu Jingyi's left hand hung limply at the edge of the bed, a wound resembling a ferocious mouth, the dark red blood already congealed.

It meandered down, staining the plain-colored bed sheet, and also staining his entire world.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Leng Yuchen felt a chill instantly freeze from the soles of his feet, and his blood exploded from his heart with a bang before freezing again instantly.

He stood frozen in place, his dark eyes fixed on that spot, motionless and unblinking.

He could see nothing but that patch of red.

The world seemed to shatter, collapse, and vanish before his very eyes.

He walked over step by step, his steps so heavy that he could hardly lift his feet.

He didn't realize that just a few steps would take such a long time.

Leng Yuchen felt like this was a nightmare, the kind of nightmare he never wanted to wake up from.

He slowly approached the bedside, squatted down, and reached out to touch her face; it was still warm and soft.

"mom……"

A very faint sound.

Leng Yuchen thought he could wake the person up.

He futilely covered the wound with his hand, as if trying to gamble back the life force that had been lost.

Warm, viscous blood covered his hands, its temperature so intense it made his very soul tremble.

He slowly pulled the person into his arms; their soft limbs, like the wings of a butterfly falling, drifted down slowly and weakly.

Leng Yuchen slowly tightened his embrace; this was the first time in his memory that he had been so close to his mother.

He wanted to win her love.

I want her to be happy.

I want her to live a peaceful and happy future.

However, it is very difficult.

"Mother."

He tried to wake her, but to no avail.

It's completely useless.

She remained lying there quietly, seemingly never to wake up again.

Leng Yuchen's hands were covered in blood, and his heart was so painful it was numb.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't seem to say anything at all.

His throat felt blocked.

His world became deathly silent from then on.

The boy slowly and abruptly pulled himself out of that cold and piercing memory.

His long eyelashes trembled, concealing the surging pain and deathly stillness in his eyes.

The police were still staring intently at him; their curious, scrutinizing gazes made him very uncomfortable.

The boy, however, seemed to have no displeasure whatsoever, as if he was used to being scrutinized like this.

"Has Mom arrived?"

The police are really something else; even at this point, he's still so stubborn.

Leng Yuchen naturally knew that Liu Jingyi wouldn't have a child his age at this time.

But he simply refused to fabricate a lie.

He is very stubborn and also very obsessive.

This is his nature.

He is her child.

He was the child who wanted his mother's love and wanted to possess it.

The police had no choice but to say, "Alright, alright, I'll take you out. Once we get home, you can't cause any more trouble."

Leng Yuchen nodded. "Mm."

He walked out of the interrogation room and opened the door.

Leng Yuchen saw his mother again.

Their gazes froze at that moment. Liu Jingyi seemed to freeze instantly, her legs feeling so heavy she couldn't move.

It was as if Leng Yuchen had waited through countless years for this reunion.

Pitch black, quiet, all emotions intertwined, staring intently at Liu Jingyi.

Leng Yuchen didn't even blink, afraid that his mother would disappear from his sight again at any moment.

Liu Jingyi felt a sudden pain in her head, and her vision gradually blurred.

At this moment, she seemed to see the original owner's entire life experience.

This boy is the child of Liu Jingyi and Leng Yunting.

But she also felt that Liu Jingyi at that time was just like herself.

She didn't know why she had this feeling.

She clearly did not see in the book that Liu Jingyi and Leng Yunting did not have children.

But what's with that memory in her mind?

Her mind went completely blank.

Liu Jingyi was speechless for a moment, and she subconsciously gripped the hand of the person next to her.

Leng Ling's hand was gripped painfully by her mother, but the little girl endured it without making a sound.

Leng Ling looked up at her mother, whose face was pale and seemed to be feeling very unwell.

The police seemed to sense a subtle atmosphere, but judging from their appearance, the two seemed to know each other.

Especially when the three of them stand together, they look exactly like they were made from the same mold.

If it weren't for Liu Jingyi's age, no one would doubt that this boy wasn't her child.

The police officer breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, otherwise the child would have been a problem for the station.

"Comrade Liu, please take your child home immediately. It's dangerous for a minor to be wandering around outside."

After saying that, he tugged at Leng Yuchen and brought him in front of Liu Jingyi, scolding the boy.

"And you, children should listen to adults. No matter how much you sulk, you can't run away from home. If there's danger, apologize to your sister right away and go back with her."

Leng Yuchen couldn't see anyone else in his eyes except his mother, Liu Jingyi.

A living, vibrant mother.

Not the mother who held him without warmth and who could not give him any response.

She is still alive.

She is still alive and well.

In this world, it's as if my mother arrived prematurely.

So his mother had another child by her side, and it was no longer him.

The boy pursed his lips, trying to force a seemingly docile and obedient smile. His heart and eyes were only on his mother; he couldn't see anyone else.

His voice was very pleasant, and his tone was very affectionate.

"Mother."

his mother.

The person he cares about most.

Upon hearing that familiar voice and words, Liu Jingyi seemed to be instantly transported back to her past memories.

Liu Jingyi seemed to see the tragic life of the boy in front of her.

Her heart clenched instantly.

She looked into his eyes, and although they were gentle, the wolfishness deep within them was undeniable.

Deep in his eyes was a fierceness, a compassion, and even sadness and pain.

Everything deeply hurt her.

She felt so sorry for him!

Looking at her pained and surprised expression, Leng Yuchen slightly parted his lips, a hint of panic in his voice.

He took a step forward.

Liu Jingyi instinctively wanted to take two steps back, but she was afraid of hurting the boy in front of her.

Thinking of her little daughter beside her, she finally pulled her back two steps.

Leng Yuchen seemed to only then notice the little burden beside her, and his gaze calmly shifted to Leng Ling beside her.