<h4>Chapter 1770: Chapter 1763: The Two Women with Overactive Imaginations</h4>


    "Me?"


    Lu Tianxing was slightly taken aback upon hearing this and responded with a bitter smile, "Honey, you’re overestimating me. Do you think I canfort a crying little troublemaker?"


    It wasn’t that Lu Tianxing didn’t want to calm Lingling, but everyone knew that when a little troublemaker cried, it was nearly impossible to soothe them.


    Bai Zhiqing didn’t say a word, only fixing her gaze on Lu Tianxing.


    Seeing Bai Zhiqing’s unfriendly stare, Lu Tianxing helplessly said, "Alright! I’ll give it a try."


    With that, Lu Tianxing gently patted Lingling’s back in his arms, "Lingling, be good, don’t cry—it won’t be pretty if you do."


    "Daddy..."


    Lingling, with tears in her eyes, looked at Lu Tianxing, "Daddy, hold me, Daddy, hold me."


    Seeing Lingling’s eyes full of longing and hope, Lu Tianxing felt as if the softest part of his heart had been touched, "As long as Lingling doesn’t cry, I’ll hold you."


    Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Lingling quickly reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks vigorously, pitifully asking, "I’m not crying anymore, Daddy, can you hold me now?"


    "Yes, no problem; I’ll hold Lingling right now."


    Without saying anything further, Lu Tianxing reached out and hugged Lingling in his arms.


    Lingling, being held by Lu Tianxing, immediately showed a bright smile on her face, clinging tightly to Lu Tianxing’s neck as if fearful that he might disappear.


    Witnessing this scene, everyone felt a helpless sigh rise in their hearts.


    Lu Tianxing, meanwhile, held Lingling and started ying with her. At her request, he picked up a storybook and began reading it to her. Even though they had gone through this book many times, to the point of memorization, Lingling still listened carefully, constantly asking questions that made people alternatelyugh and cry, as if wanting to voice all her previously suppressed inquiries. Lu Tianxing patiently exined everything to her.


    For a moment, everyone couldn’t help but entertain a misconception, thinking that Lingling was truly Lu Tianxing’s daughter and he, in turn, was really her father.


    Even Qiu Yingrong couldn’t help but feel slightly mistaken, thinking perhaps having Lu Tianxing as Lingling’s father would be a great choice; she’d never seen her daughter so happy.


    "Ring, ring!"


    Just then, a gentle phone ringtone sounded in the ward.


    Qiu Yingrong hesitated slightly upon hearing it, apologetically nced at Lu Tianxing, Bai Zhiqing, and Lin Qianru, and walked out of the ward with her phone.


    Lu Tianxing nced at Qiu Yingrong leaving but said nothing, continuing to apany Lingling withughter and conversation.


    Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qiuyun watched this scene with smiles, feeling slightly reassured. Previously, they had worried that Lu Tianxing might prefer boys over girls; now it seemed that there was no need to worry. However, Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru couldn’t help but both feel a twinge of concern, seeing how Lu Tianxing spoiled Lingling. If they had a daughter with Lu Tianxing, she might end up being spoiled into a little princess.


    Considering Lu Tianxing’s influence, he certainly had the ability to turn his daughter into a princess, and if she grew up, wouldn’t she end up being overly picky and unable to marry, bing a spinster?


    Thinking this, Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru exchanged a nce, seeing the resolve in each other’s eyes. If they had a daughter in the future, they would have to ensure proper upbringing to avoid her developing a princess syndrome thanks to Lu Tianxing.


    If Lu Tianxing, who was currently ying with Lingling, knew what Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru were thinking, he would probably spit out a mouthful of blood in frustration. Darn it, are you two thinking way too far ahead? To the point of considering matters twenty years down the line? Are your imaginations required to be so expansive, your powers of association so vivid?


    Meanwhile, having left the ward, Qiu Yingrong looked at the familiar phone number on her screen, her expression faltered slightly.


    After a long while, Qiu Yingrong slowly epted the call and ced the phone to her ear, "Hello."


    "Yingrong, you finally decided to answer my call. I thought you might have nned on hanging up on me again!"


    A slightly hoarse but maic voice came through the phone.


    "Zhang Zefeng, why are you calling me? I’ve made it clear to you that I will spend my life with Lingling and won’t consider marriage. You’re nearly thirty years old; you don’t need to hold on to me, do you understand?" Qiu Yingrong sighed softly as she spoke upon hearing the voice.


    Zhang Zefeng was her college ssmate. Four years ago, after Lingling’s father tragically died in a car ident, Zhang Zefeng somehow learned about it, willingly quitting a million-dor annual sry job and moving to Qin Ind to pursue her. Unfortunately, Lingling was already a year old at the time, and she used taking care of Lingling as an excuse to reject Zhang Zefeng’s advances. But over the past four years, he never gave up. Instead, he became more persistent. Eventually, she straightforwardly avoided him under the pretext of caring for Lingling, refusing to answer his calls.


    Qiu Yingrong never expected Zhang Zefeng would call her today.


    "Yingrong, I know, but I won’t give up. Even if it’s ten, twenty, or thirty years, I’m willing to wait for you. I won’t regret it even if I remain unmarried my whole life because I love you."


    Zhang Zefeng’s voice was filled with deep emotion over the phone, as if everything he said were true.


    "Zhang Zefeng, you..."


    Qiu Yingrong instinctively wanted to speak but was interrupted by Zhang Zefeng, "Yingrong, you don’t need to tell me you owe me anything—it’s my own willingness. This time, I’m calling because I’ve discovered information about Lingling being poisoned."


    "What, you know about this? Who exactly poisoned Lingling?" Qiu Yingrong asked with a hint of anger in her tone.


    Though Qiu Yingrong wasn’t overly surprised by how Zhang Zefeng knew about this, seeing the scene in the luxury store did not escape many people; many knew her identity. It wasn’t particrly strange for Zhang Zefeng to be aware of this.


    Upon hearing Qiu Yingrong’s question, Zhang Zefeng sighed as if troubled and said, "Yingrong, discussing this over the phone is inconvenient. Why don’t we meet somewhere quiet?"


    Upon hearing Zhang Zefeng’s words, Qiu Yingrong instinctively wanted to refuse as she felt no attraction to him, naturally not wanting to spend time with him. However, the issue of Lingling being poisoned left her unable to reject. Without Lu Tianxing, Lingling might be ruined for life, even turning into a living corpse. This vengeance must be exacted.


    Taking a deep breath, Qiu Yingrong nodded, "Alright, I’lle find you a bitter."


    "No problem, Yingrong, I’ll be waiting at Jingxin Tea House."


    "OK, I’ll get there as soon as possible."


    After hanging up the call with Zhang Zefeng, Qiu Yingrong took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back into the ward.


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