My Husband, Warm The Bed

Jian Ran never would have thought that Little Ranran would accept her identity as a mother so quickly. Her heart was filled with an indescribable warmth and satisfaction.    

    

At night, she and Qin Yue accompanied Little Ranran to sleep. When they opened their eyes in the morning, they could see Little Ranran at first glance. When they looked up, they could see Qin Yue sitting by the window reading newspapers. When he heard that she had woken up, he would always look up and smile at her.    

    

The days passed like this. This kind of life was very dull, but it made people feel very at ease.    

    

These days, Jian Ran could inadvertently think of many things.    

    

For example, thinking about Ling Feiyu, thinking about the scene when they went to school together, and also thinking about Gu Nanjing and Jian Xin's betrayal. After that, she came to Jiangbei with Ling Feiyu.    

    

However, after coming to Jiangbei, some fragmented images would occasionally appear in her mind. She could not remember anything else.    

    

Perhaps the reason she couldn't remember was because Qin Yue had told her too much. What he said had already merged with her memory. Even she couldn't tell which one was her memory and which one was absorbed from someone else.    

    

Thinking of this, Jian Ran silently sighed. Qin Yue was not at home and Little Ranran was not at home either. Every time at this time, it would be the most boring time for her.    

    

Whenever she was so bored, her only choice was to sit in the studio, paint and paint, and unleash her imagination to her heart's content.    

    

Ever since Jian Ran found out that she was Qin Yue's wife and Little Ranran's mother, she was not in a hurry to design the dresses of the three of them.    

    

Qin Yue said that they had never held a wedding before. When she thought of the past, or when she was willing, they would prepare a wedding.    

    

Although Qin Yue was indeed her husband, Jian Ran still wanted to hold the wedding when she remembered the past.    

    

The wedding was a sacred and romantic thing. She did not want to hold the wedding when her memory was incomplete.    

    

No matter what, she had to wait until she thought about her and Qin Yue's past, and then wait for her. After personally designing the wedding attire for the three of them, she would then consider the time of the wedding.    

    

Just as Jian Ran was immersed in her thoughts, the housekeeper Xiangqin came to report, "Miss Jian, old master is here. He wants to invite you to the living room to meet him."    

    

"old master?" Jian Ran thought about it and asked, "Qin Yue's grandfather?"    

    

"Yes. He is the old man." The butler Xiang Xiu answered respectfully.    

    

Jian Ran had heard Qin Yue mention Qin Yue's grandfather before, but she did not say it in detail. Three years ago, Qin Yue came back from a business trip. It was his grandfather who gave her urn to Qin Yue.    

    

She was clearly still alive, but where did Grandfather Qin get a urn from?    

    

There was clearly something fishy about this matter, but Jian Ran had not recovered all of her past memories. She did not know what had happened in a short period of time.    

    

In Jian Ran's current memories, old master did not exist. However, when she heard that he was looking for her, she instinctively rejected him. However, he was her elder and she had no reason to reject him if he wanted to see her.    

    

Jian Ran nodded and said to Xiang Xiu, "I will pack up and go right away."    

    

"Okay." After getting instructions, Xiangqin left.    

    

Ever since Qin Yue called all the servants in the house to send a message, everyone treated Jian Ran very well. No one dared to neglect her anymore.    

    

The housekeeper Xiang Xiu even treated Jian Ran as the mistress and her attitude towards Jian Ran was not any worse than Qin Yue's.    

    

Jian Ran tidied up and rushed to the living room as fast as she could. When she entered the room, she saw old master sitting on the sofa in the living room and talking to the assistant beside him in a low voice.    

    

They had their backs to the door, so they did not notice Jian Ran's arrival. Jian Ran could only see their backs and their faces.    

    

Jian Ran stood at the door and subconsciously pursed her lips. She waited for a while before walking towards them again.    

    

Assistant Hee, who was standing behind old master, heard Jian Ran's footsteps and turned to look at Jian Ran.    

    

Jian Ran saw Assistant Hee's face clearly and saw his cold eyes.    

    

When Jian Ran saw this face, she instantly felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her and all kinds of images flashed in her mind.    

    

It was him, it was him. It was this man, it was this face. She had seen this face in her dreams for the past three years.    

    

Every time she dreamed at midnight, he would always smile coldly, hold a large syringe, and prick her, injecting an unknown liquid into her body.    

    

Seeing this face that appeared countless times in her dreams, Jian Ran only feels that she had once again fallen into a never-ending nightmare.    

    

The black vortex wanted to devour her...    

    

"No, don't come over. You all let go of me, let go of me, don't let me see you, go away..." Jian Ran covered her earphones and shouted again and again. She had already forgotten where she was.    

    

Instinctively, she turned around and wanted to run. However, before she could run a few steps, Assistant Hee flashed and blocked Jian Ran's way.    

    

He still smiled like that. "Young Madam, I didn't expect to meet you again."    

    

"Don't, don't hurt my child." At this time, Jian Ran seemed to have returned to the day three years ago. She was locked in the car and didn't answer every day. She called Qin Yue but Qin Yue was in the distant west.    

    

She could not do anything. She could only watch helplessly as this man in front of her ordered people to inject her with medicine.    

    

She also heard that the man was calling Grandfather Qin.    

    

Later on, she didn't know anything.    

    

When she had a little more consciousness, she was lying on the cold and bloody operating table. She watched the doctor cut open her abdomen and watched them take Little Ranran out of her abdomen.    

    

She heard the child's cry and really wanted to hug her child. But she could not utter a single word and could only watch her child being carried away by them. She vaguely heard them say that the child's mother had passed away.    

    

At that moment, she understood that Old Man Qin wanted to take her life, and not just let her leave Qin Yue.    

    

Later on, the doctor helped suture the wound, and Old Master Qin's assistant brought some people to inject some kind of medicine into her. Later on, she really did not know anything.    

    

When she woke up again, she was already lying in a hospital in Milan. She did not even know how she was brought to that place.    

    

After she woke up, the person accompanying her was Jian Zhengtian. At that time, he had hugged her and cried for a long time. He had always stressed that if she wasn't there, he wouldn't be able to live.    

    

At that time, she had already forgotten about the past. Everything in the past had been told by Jian Zhengtian to her.    

    

From that day onwards, she was no longer the real Jian Ran. She had become a puppet controlled by Jian Zhengtian. Jian Zhengtian used a fake love to tie her up tightly and twisted her past life.