Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is an Affectionate Spitfire - Chapter 1364
Chapter 1364: Come at me instead! Don’t harm my child!
“Ziming, I hate it so much. I hate myself for being so careless back then. Why didn’t I realize sooner that my son is still alive? Why… didn’t I return earlier…”
She was feeling extremely awful now.
As long as she thought of how much suffering her son had endured in the hands of that woman, she would feel very remorseful.
She regretted and blamed herself for not taking good care of her child, such that he was stolen away by that terrible woman.
“I hate it so much… I am unfit to be a mother. I can’t even take good care of my child…”
She choked as tears rolled down her face. She was no longer exuding a goddess-like demeanor at this moment.
Right now, she was merely a mother who had lost her child and whose child was in extreme danger.
“Pei Ge, you are a good mother. None of what is happening now is your fault. If there is any fault, it all lies with that woman.”
The mention of her made the man’s eyes turn frigid.
At his consolation, her emotions finally settled.
She lowered her head to look at their daughter, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and tugged at her lips.
“Mommy… is Ji Chi really our little brother?”
The sensible An An scooted over and softly asked that when he saw that his mother had finally calmed down.
Nodding, she answered, “Yes, he’s your younger brother and Ran Ran’s older brother. He also has another name, and that’s Ping An.”
“So we are not twins but triplets…”
He sighed emotionally before muttering in understanding, “No wonder little sister can feel his emotions and thoughts… No wonder he feels familiar to me…”
She felt even more bitter when she heard that. Even her two children could feel something special about that boy.
Why did she not?
Maybe, she did feel it, but… she did not trust her instinct.
Soon, amid their family’s anxiety, the car reached its destination.
A second after stopping, she bolted out of its door before the driver could open it.
Alas, the scene that greeted her the moment she stepped out was one that almost caused her to faint.
Qiao Jingyun was standing on the rooftop of a tall building.
Next to her was a child who was seated—no, tied up.
That child was none other than her and Ji Ziming’s son.
“Ping An!”
She screamed hysterically at the sight, her voice like that of a madwoman’s.
Although the building was over ten stories’ high, the people on ground floor could still vaguely see that the boy was unconscious.
“Ping An!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs again.
“Qiao Jingyun, come at me instead! Don’t harm my child!”
The abandoned building was so empty that her screams echoed inside it, yet she received no reply from the said woman.
“What do you want to do?!”
The woman’s silence made her so frantic that she was like an ant on a hot pan. She would rather be tied up in her child’s place.
