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Earlier, Gong Lingqian had only paid attention to what Shu Yurou was saying, and did not pay close attention to see her expression.

The last time Gong Lingqian saw Shu Yurou, was the time when he brought An Xingchen to the Gong’s Mansion. It had been almost a month since their last meeting, but now, Gong Lingqian's face was visibly paler than last time they had met.

Gong Lingqian frowned, he remembered that the last time he came, Shu Yurou had suddenly fainted!

At that time, he wanted to send Shu Yurou to the hospital, but Shu Yurou had rejected him, and she had not allowed him to call a doctor to look for her. Although Shu Yurou had only been unconscious for a short while before waking up, but now that he looked at her pale white face, Gong Lingqian immediately started to worry.

Previously, he was busy with work, and later on, he was busy with dealing with An Xingchen's matters. He had actually forgotten about this matter, so he wondered if his mother had gone to the hospital to do a system check.

Thinking about that, Gong Lingqian looked towards Shu Yurou, with a frown, he interrupted Shu Yurou's conversation with the two of them: "Mom, the last time I came to see you, you fainted all of a sudden, did you go to the hospital to check?"

Just as Gong Lingqian finished speaking, Shu Yurou and An Xingchen who were talking, stopped talking and looked at each other. An Xingchen also remembered the last time she saw Shu Yurou faint, and immediately looked at her with a worried gaze.

Shu Yurou did not expect the perfectly fine Gong Lingqian to suddenly switch the topic to her. Looking at Gong Lingqian and An Xingchen's worried expressions, Shu Yurou could not help but laugh, holding her own son's hand with one hand and's hand with the other, she explained: "I have yet to go to the hospital to check, but I feel that it's not a big deal, there's no need to go to the hospital so much trouble to check."

This time, before Gong Lingqian could even make a sound, An Xingchen, who was at the side, could not help but be worried. "But last time you fainted, it's better if you go to the hospital and check it out. If you're not sick, we can feel more at ease."

As soon as An Xingchen finished speaking, Gong Lingqian's deep and beautiful voice followed: "Mom, Stellar Union is right, it's better to go to the hospital and check. If you don't want to go alone, I'll go with Stellar Union and accompany you. If you don't want to go to the hospital, I'll arrange for people to come over to our house."

Ever since his own husband died in the hospital, Shu Yurou had started to reject the hospital from the bottom of her heart. Even the doctors in the hospital were rejected by her.

She didn't want to go to the hospital, not even the doctor.

Therefore, Shu Yurou did not want to agree to the two suggestions that she had just made, be it to the hospital or to call for a doctor to come to the old mansion.

So, Shu Yurou shook her head towards An Xingchen and An Xingchen: "You two don't have to worry about me, I'm really fine, my body is still healthy. The last time I fainted, it must have been because I didn't eat anything and had low blood sugar, my body is completely fine now, I really don't need to go to the hospital, and I don't need to call a doctor to see."

Shu Yurou had always been the most gentle one, but she was especially persistent on this matter.

Gong Lingqian was very clear about Shu Yurou's resistance towards the hospital. Seeing how stubborn Shu Yurou was, Gong Lingqian had no other choice, he could not go against Shu Yurou's wishes and directly tie her up in the hospital.

Helpless, Gong Lingqian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, which was tightly knitted, so he could only compromise: "Fine, Mom, since you're not willing to go, then fine."

After saying that, Gong Lingqian changed the topic, "However, Mum, if you feel any discomfort, you must call me. You can't hide it from me, understand?"

Seeing that his son was so concerned about him, Shu Yurou's gentle face revealed a smile, and she nodded her head: "Alright, I'll listen to you, don't worry, my body is fine, nothing will happen to me."

This topic was then avoided by Shu Yurou just like that.

Because on the second day Gong Lingqian and An Xingchen were on break, the two of them did not go back tonight. Instead, they stayed at the Gong’s Mansion.

Although Gong Lingqian had already moved out to live, the rooms that Gong Lingqian used to live in were still kept on the side of the house. Aunt Zhang had specially cleaned them carefully everyday as well.

The three of them walked around the backyard for a few rounds to get rid of the food. Finally, Shu Yurou was old, and lost her vigor at night, and seeing that it was getting late, they spoke to An Xingchen: "Ling Qian, Xing Xing, it's getting late, let's go back and rest."

The two of them sent Shu Yurou back to her room, then went back to their own.

Just as he entered the room and closed the door, Gong Lingqian's strong and strong arms grabbed onto An Xingchen's slender waist, and easily pulled An Xingchen into her embrace.

Gong Lingqian was taller than him by a head, so Gong Lingqian took the opportunity to press An Xingchen onto the wall, and slightly lowered his head, condescendingly looking down at An Xingchen who was in her embrace.

As their four eyes met, Gong Lingqian looked at An Xingchen's clear yet somewhat charming eyes, and the corner of her lips couldn't help but curve upwards. She placed her hand on the back of An Xingchen's head, and without hesitation, lowered her head and kissed her.

In the beginning, Gong Lingqian's kiss was very gentle, with her thin lips pressing on An Xingchen's soft and sweet, jellylike red lips, as though she was fondling a rare treasure.

An Xingchen was pressed against the wall, and in front of her was Gong Lingqian's chest, which was burning hot. The two bodies were stuck too close together, and with only two layers of thin fabric separating them, An Xingchen could even feel Gong Lingqian's strong heartbeat.

The wall behind him was an ice-cold wall that was not hot at all. One was hot while the other was cold, making it impossible for An Xingchen to avoid it.

However, the kiss gradually changed its flavor.

Gong Lingqian was not satisfied with just this shallow taste, the five fingers on the back of his head tightened, and tyrannically attacked all the way to pry open An Xingchen's teeth, the tip of his tongue wrapping around An Xingchen's tongue, like an extremely thirsty traveler in the desert, trying his best to suck in An Xingchen's sweet juice.

For a moment, the only sound that could be heard in the quiet room was the increasingly rapid and ambiguous breathing of Gong Lingqian and Gong Lingqian.