RYEY -Chapter 470 A Normal Child

The two went upstairs, washed their hands thoroughly, and then entered the nursery. Hantong hadn’t seen the child in a long time; she hadn’t wanted to, it was too painful.

But this time, seeing the child, her eyes widened in disbelief. She looked at Cheng Qiao incredulously—how had this child been treated to recover so well?

The child’s head, once shaped like an onion, was now rounded; the previously sharp top had smoothed out. The face was fuller, though the features were still a little messy.

The child’s hands and feet, once slightly deformed, now seemed normal. Could this be what Cheng Qiao meant by bone setting?

“Cheng Qiao, you hold him.”

Hantong glanced at the child. Though slowly recovering, he was still slightly different from a normal child. She wasn’t eager to hold him.

Cheng Qiao shook her head too. The child was going to be shown to Yuan Qin; if Yuan Qin saw her holding the baby, she’d be furious. In the end, the head of obstetrics held the child, wrapped in layers, and left with Hantong.

At the police station, they saw Jiang Hua and Jiang Meili. Both were questioned extensively, but it was concluded that Yuan Qin’s actions were completely unrelated to them.

In fact, Yuan Qin’s identity wasn’t in question. She had been blinded by jealousy and hatred, walked into a dead end, and couldn’t find her way out.

“Cheng Qiao, what are you doing here?”

Jiang Meili, seeing Cheng Qiao and with the approval of the police officers, ran toward her. Cheng Qiao pointed at the baby in the obstetrics chief’s arms, indicating that his mother wanted to see him.

Jiang Meili glanced at the baby with obvious disdain. This child was a disaster; since he came, their family hadn’t had peace.

Jiang Hua also looked at his son with a complicated expression. The child had improved enough to be acceptable, but he still couldn’t bring himself to love him.

“Cheng Qiao, I’ve heard from Dean Gu. Thank you for treating my son. I cannot repay this kindness except by praising you every day.”

Cheng Qiao nodded, pointing to the child’s hands and feet, explaining to Jiang Hua that the bones had been set and that the child should be able to live independently if nothing went wrong.

Jiang Hua’s eyes flickered. Independent living meant the brain might still not develop fully—he must have done something bad in his past life; otherwise, why would he have such a son?

“Uncle Jiang, this child is very strong. Bone setting is painful—even adults might not endure it. But he endured it without even crying.”

Jiang Hua froze, not understanding Cheng Qiao’s point.

“Uncle Jiang, the child is only a bit ugly and stiff in the hands and feet. He will gradually recover. You must be patient.”

Hantong’s eyes sharpened at Jiang Hua. Was he thinking of abandoning the child? That was unacceptable; Cheng Qiao had invested so much effort.

“If you dare abandon this child, I’ll have you arrested and rot in prison.”

Jiang Hua shuddered. The thought he had just had vanished, but he realized he lacked the energy and money to raise the child.

“Cheng Qiao, can the child be discharged?”

“Uh, not yet. His digestive system needs observation. Even slight changes in formula cause diarrhea.”

“How long will he have to stay?”

Jiang Hua wanted to cry but had no tears. Jiang Meili tightly held his hand. If necessary, she’d have him sell his house and live in a dorm, then buy it back when conditions improved.

The police officers came out, asking Jiang Hua to take his son to see Yuan Qin. Afterward, she would be sent to the Northwest for hard labor.

Seeing Jiang Hua, Yuan Qin immediately felt regret. She had realized her impulsiveness had backfired—she hadn’t hurt Cheng Qiao but had put herself in danger.

Next time, she would plan carefully, striking only when Cheng Qiao was alone. Jiang Hua noticed the excitement in her eyes and instantly knew her thoughts.

By now, any remaining feelings Jiang Hua had for Yuan Qin were gone. This unrepentant woman was still daydreaming.

“Criminal Yuan Qin, you have five minutes. After that, we will take you away.”

Yuan Qin panicked. Five minutes wasn’t enough. She looked behind Jiang Hua, suspiciously asking, “What about Meili?”

“Do you want to see your son or your daughter?”

Jiang Hua lost patience. Yuan Qin muttered, extending her hands to see her son.

But when she looked at the baby in Jiang Hua’s arms, she froze. This wasn’t the nursery child—had Cheng Qiao brought her son back?

Yuan Qin tried to hold the baby, but with handcuffs, her hands couldn’t open. She could only touch the child’s face. This touch awakened her maternal instincts.

“Son, my son, I finally see you. That hateful Cheng Qiao—she separated us for more than two months. I’d like nothing more than to tear her apart and drink her blood.”

“What nonsense are you talking? This is the child in the nursery, and Cheng Qiao healed him. You’re insane. I’ve already filed for divorce; I hope I never see you again.”

Jiang Hua’s face changed, and he immediately started cursing. Yuan Qin was stunned. He wanted a divorce? She had borne his children, washed his clothes, cooked for him, played the dutiful wife—and now this old man wanted to leave her?

“Have you really decided to divorce me?”

“I have.”

“You won’t change your mind?”

“Absolutely not.”

Yuan Qin lifted her head, hiding the tears about to fall, then laughed heartily. Jiang Hua felt a bit afraid and took a step back, holding his son.

Too late. Yuan Qin jumped straight up from the chair, bringing her handcuffed hands down toward Jiang Hua’s head. Jiang Hua broke into a cold sweat and tried to escape, but his legs gave way.

The policemen standing nearby watched expressionlessly, closely monitoring Yuan Qin’s every move. As she leapt, they rushed forward.

Just as the handcuffs were about to hit Jiang Hua’s head, the officers kicked Yuan Qin away. A scream echoed through the room, frightening not only Jiang Hua but also the child in his arms, who began to cry.

“Meili, Meili, I want to see my daughter!”

Seeing Jiang Hua being supported out, Yuan Qin grew anxious. She didn’t want a divorce. She had just seen her son—though not particularly good-looking, she was certain he was hers.