The Cold Wife's Domineering Marriage

At the entrance.

The concerned father of the Leng Family and Ling Xi's two brothers had also rushed back home at the fastest speed upon receiving the news.

The three of them arrived in front of Ling Xi's room.

"Mom, how is she doing inside?" Looking at the line of people anxiously waiting outside Ling Xi's door, Leng Minghui, the father, asked.

His precious daughter, oh, how well protected she had been by him; she was cherished and doted upon by the entire Leng Family. Now that she had been humiliated and insulted like that, he was truly worried!

"Ah! I'm also unclear about the situation inside; the child has locked herself in there for a whole day." With a worried sigh, the grandmother just kept anxiously staring at Ling Xi's room door, as if the next second, her cherished granddaughter would come out as usual, happily snuggle up to her, and say she was hungry.

After such a long time, her dear Xixi must be starving! But they dared not open the door themselves, fearing it would upset her even more.

"Open the door," Leng Minghui said with a stern face, glancing down.

They couldn't let Xixi go on like this, what if something serious happened!

Upon hearing Leng Minghui's words, Qin Shiya, Ling Xi's mother, quickly took out the spare key to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of blood rushed to their nostrils, and the two brothers, Leng Yilei and Leng Yichen, hurried past everyone into the room. They reached the bathroom entrance only to find their beloved sister, whom they adored to their bones, lifelessly collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Xixi..."

Two voices filled with immense shock reached the ears of everyone behind, and instinctively, everyone headed toward the source of the sounds; they then saw Leng Yilei holding a blood-soaked Ling Xi in his arms.

"Xixi..."

Seeing Ling Xi, already drenched in fresh blood, everyone was completely stunned.

With a "slap," the food Qin Shiya had prepared for Ling Xi scattered to the floor, her heart shattering in an instant, just like the food.

"Xixi, Xixi!" Qin Shiya stretched out her hand cautiously, yet she dared not touch her; because she was scared, truly frightened!

Her treasure was being held lifelessly in her son's arms, as if she were about to vanish.

Paying no heed to his mother, Leng Yilei carried Ling Xi and rushed outside, while Leng Yichen was on the phone arranging everything with the hospital and closely following behind, his eyes clouded with waves of cold light and an unbearable mix of pain and worry.

Leng Minghui stepped forward and held Qin Shiya in his arms, "Let's go, we're heading to the hospital."

"Yes," Qin Shiya nodded, her body going limp in Leng Minghui's embrace, already weeping inconsolably.

Supporting the nearly fainting grandmother, the old master of the Leng Family followed with a heavy heart as well.

...

Outside the ward of the military hospital.

"Bang!" A fist slammed heavily against the wall.

"Xiaochen, remember we are in a hospital; if you carry on like this, you'll disturb the rest of the other patients," Leng Yilei commented with a slight frown of his eyebrows, speaking in a low voice as he watched the icy, violent expression on Leng Yichen's face.

Although he didn't really care what others might think.

"I don't care whether this is a hospital or not; our Leng family's treasure has ended up like this, can you bear this?"

Compared to Leng Yilei's mature steadiness, Leng Yichen was utterly hot-tempered and blunt.

"Weren't you and that kid good friends?" Leng Yilei said indifferently; however, when mentioning 'that kid,' the chill emanating from him was even colder than Leng Yichen's.