The drums were already ringing, but the lights were brightly lit in the Wang family's living room. The servants who accompanied him tried hard to widen their eyes to prevent themselves from being defeated by the sleepy insects. They could not help but struggle, and they couldn't help but swaying like a chicken carving a rice bit by bit.

Mrs. Wang and her wife Qin sat in a place, sleeping in the sad city.

The spring rain lightly tapped the copper bell under the eaves, like a wisp of clear dreams rolling in his ears. Qin stared at the bell under the eaves in a daze, and the brass color shone a faint luster in the dark night.

She bought this copper bell for her child on Xianghui Day. The child was very happy and strongly asked to hang it under the eaves of the living room, saying that he could hear the nice sound of the wind waving bells while playing in the garden.

But the melodious ringtones of the usual days are now like thorny awls, making her heart hurt, like a death-induced talisman.

She didn't know how her beloved son would be treated?

Are you hungry? Can you have a place to lie down and rest? Can you be abused and insulted?

Whenever she thought about this, she would be cold and shivered.

She married into the Wang family for more than five years. Since last year, her husband was released from office and considered that her children were still young, she stayed in Lin'an Prefecture to live with her parents-in-law for convenience.

However, at this moment, she was only angry: Why didn’t she follow her husband with her children? In this way, she would never involve the safety of her children because someone wanted to get married with her father-in-law!

Why not directly kidnap the person who should be tied up? Since you are looking for your father-in-law, why not just control him directly?

She admitted that her thoughts were vicious, but she was a mother whose child was kidnapped. How could she be so arrogant and calm?

She hated, she felt pain, she was anxious, but she had no choice but to wait for dawn.

Next to her, Mrs. Wang twisted the Buddhist beads that the servant helped her re-string and continued to recite and pray, but she couldn't calm down in her mind, and she still turned back the words of the strange man she had left before-

"The young master will be able to send it back tomorrow morning. I need to verify whether what Lord Wang said is true!"

The young man was young and looked as handsome as Lang Tian in May, but as soon as he opened his mouth, they felt that his eyes were just like the wolf eyes of the night, making him look like a bloodthirsty beast hidden in the bitter and cold forest, posing an impending ferocity and coldness.

Who is he?

He kidnapped her grandson with an ulterior motive to threaten her to meet him. What important thing does he need to meet?

Before, she stood in the screen behind the Mingtang and vaguely heard the words of the evening breeze bringing them.

They mentioned a person or a woman.

Who is this woman? Could that young man be looking for this woman?

However, she looked up at Wang Yinglin, who was sitting on the chair of the Grand Master in the middle hall, and was extremely confused.

Why do you want to find her husband to ask about a woman? How could he be related to a woman?

She knew that his character was a righteous gentleman with a straightforward and open mind. He embraced the world and worried about the country and the people. He was definitely not a despicable and dirty villain who was addicted to women.

She silently counted one hundred and eight Buddhist beads, and counted the doubts and anxiety in her heart over and over again.

As she went around, a trace of ethereal thought suddenly flashed in her mind, like a white horse passing by, and flew away in the blink of an eye.

She suddenly stopped her hand, held it hard, and her beautiful eyebrows instantly sank into the deep rainy night outside the window.

Mrs. Wang stood up suddenly and hurried to the wing where they lived.

Wang Yinglin and Qin were frightened by her actions and couldn't help but stare at the back that was leaving quickly.

Qin looked at his mother-in-law who disappeared in the corner corridor in a daze, and felt even more sad.

"Alang, you go back and rest first!" Wang Yinglin glanced at the sky, looked at his daughter-in-law apologetically and helplessly and said, "Lin'er will be back! Stay here for his father, and let the servants tell you as soon as he comes back!"

His grandson is his heart. He is afraid of falling and deteriorating in his arms. Even his nickname carries a word in his name, and he doesn't care about the taboos mentioned by others.

Qin shook his head and refused to leave. Instead, he persuaded: "My father is ill and he is not suitable to stay up late. It's better to go back to his room with his mother to rest first! If Lin'er comes back, I will take the child to pay my respects to his grandparents!"

Wang Yinglin didn't move when he heard this. He sighed deeply and said for a moment: "I have delayed you!"

Although Qin was worried and angry, he was born in a scholarly family since childhood, so he naturally did not dare to show resentment. He could only comfort him: "That person is too bad! Why can he blame his father? Since he said he had sent him back soon, we can wait with peace of mind. My wife thought that his father hadn't told him anything falsely!"

When Wang Yinglin heard this, his face changed again. After this battle, his face, which was originally well-maintained, seemed to have grown a lot overnight.

He stumbled for a few moments, but could not tell the reason. The desolate pain was hidden in his somewhat chaotic eyes, like a lake blown by the wind, with no more light except the sand and gravel.

In an instant, the sound of steps in the veranda of Zhuanshou appeared again, getting closer and closer, and became more and more anxious.

Mrs. Wang's figure appeared in the living room again.

This time, the Buddhist beads on her hand disappeared, but were replaced by a scroll.

Her eyes were filled with tears, redness, and her face was even more gloomy and solemn. If cold rain hit the leaves and flowers, her whole body seemed to be hit by something mercilessly, and she was full of depressedness.

Qin, who thought she was going to rest, looked up at her in surprise.
Chapter completed!