After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

Chapter 175 His Offspring

Zheng Jihua waited patiently.

Inside the room, the woman on the bed, though worried about the midwife who had come in, couldn't resist the urge to protect her child. She endured the pain and told herself that she must protect her child.

Just as Yan Yun was looking in the direction of the black eagle, the black eagle suddenly flapped its wings and took flight. Its wings had been injured before, so the movement was a bit large.

The maidservants still inside Yan Yun's room were terrified when they saw the black eagle.

"Miss."

They spoke, but Yan Yun did not answer.

As soon as the black eagle moved, the white eagle took flight as well, flying directly into the room and swooping down on the table where the maids were tidying up.

Although Yan Yun wasn't afraid, the maids were genuinely terrified. As soon as they saw him flying over, they immediately crouched down.

Just as they crouched down, Yan Yun felt a weight on her shoulder, and she was startled.

She looked back.

A person hanging upside down from the roof beam is grabbing her shoulders.

As soon as their eyes met, Yan Yun recognized the person who had come.

While the maids were still dodging the black hawk.

Yan Yun had already reached out and grabbed the other person's arm, using the leverage to instantly flip himself out of the window.

The two landed on the roof, but Yan Yun hadn't spoken yet.

Jing Yue shook his head, indicating that Yan Yun did not need to speak.

He released his grip on Yan Yun's shoulder, turned to look in another direction, pointed ahead, and gestured for Yan Yun to follow him.

Inside the house, the maids, terrified by the black eagle, were scrambling to avoid it.

"Miss, please save us."

They had no idea why their young lady kept this beast. They'd heard it could even cannibalize people, and if one of its claws grabbed them, they'd be left with nothing.

"Miss!!"

Jing Yue and Yan Yun had already moved towards the backyard.

Zheng Jihua and the others outside the door had already lost their patience.

In the past, when a concubine gave birth to Ning'er, it never took this long. Why is it that so much time has passed now, and the person inside hasn't made any move?

Zheng Jihua thought of the worst possible scenario, and lost his composure.

He reached out to push the door open.

The servants following nearby immediately stopped them: "Sir, you can't go inside this room."

Those of them who were servants all knew this.

Zheng Jihua coldly stared at the servant blocking his way.

"Go away."

The servant knew that Zheng Jihua was angry, but since he followed his master, he naturally hoped that his master would be well.

"My lord, no."

Inside the house, the child's cries were like thunder, drawing the attention of everyone waiting outside.

Zheng Jihua's expression instantly turned sinister. He raised his hand and ordered the servants beside him, "Go and bring the person over."

After the servants left, his hand, which had been hanging by his side, was clenched into a fist.

Inside the house, the midwife looked at the crying baby and felt a little worried, thinking about what she should do.

The woman's eyes were piercing as she stared at her child and reached out to the midwife, saying, "Child, give me the child."

The midwife looked at the woman and said, "Madam, you are still very weak. It would be best if I held the baby for you for the time being."

"No, bring the child here."

She looked at the hesitant midwife, struggled to crawl over, but the midwife reached out to support her, saying, "Madam, you can't move."

She saw the woman trembling all over, and blood was seeping from her lower body, and she realized something was wrong.

"Madam, please allow us to handle this for you first."

"Child, child, let me see the child."

She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of her child. She raised her hand, hoping to touch her child. Why? Why didn't he come closer to her?

"Come here!"

She shouted again, her body feeling as if it were being torn apart, and now the pain was even more intense.

The baby in her arms kept crying, and her mood worsened.

Even as they were still talking.

Someone pushed the door open and came in. The midwife looked in the direction of the sound and was taken aback when she saw Zheng Jihua enter. She immediately said, "Sir, you can't come in."

Zheng Jihua ignored her completely. His peripheral vision swept over the child, who immediately fell silent. The child, who had been crying loudly, instantly became quiet.

The woman didn't care whether Zheng Jihua came in or not; all she cared about was the baby. She struggled to climb off the bed and fell straight to the ground. Her face was pale as she looked up at the swaddled baby in the midwife's hands, looking utterly disheveled.

Zheng Jihua looked at the child and said to the midwife, "Why isn't this child crying? Midwife, take a look."

When the midwife heard Zheng Jihua speak, she immediately responded, "This child is indeed silent. I'll give him a good whack."

The midwife made a move to hit the child.

Zheng Jihua turned and squatted down. He reached out and supported the woman's arm on the ground. Looking at her hair, which was mixed with blood and sweat, and her clothes, he felt only worry.

"Xiang'er, don't move around."

The woman reached out and pushed his arm away, saying, "Move aside, I need to see my child."

Without saying a word, Zheng Jihua picked her up in one swift motion.

The sudden suspension startled her; she gripped Zheng Jihua's sleeve tightly, her expression turning displeased.

"Zheng Jihua, let me go!!"

She called out Zheng Jihua's full name.

Zheng Jihua, however, felt happy. He carried her back to the bed, cherishing the person in his arms as if she were the one who had given birth to his child.

He resisted the urge to touch her and gently comforted her, "It's okay, the baby and you will be fine."

He blocked her view with his body, and the person outside immediately squeezed into the room.

The woman was not relieved by Zheng Jihua's comfort. She was filled with hatred and anger. She hated Zheng Jihua for repeatedly preventing her from seeing the child, and she was angry that Zheng Jihua had lost his manners and had seen her completely.

She was powerless, yet unwilling to be at someone's mercy. She bit Zheng Jihua's arm with all her might, as if she wanted to tear off a piece of flesh from his body.

Zheng Jihua seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain; as long as she was willing to bite him, it proved that she still cared about him.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Zheng Jihua placed her on the couch and leaned close to her, disregarding the presence of those around them, and declared tenderly to her, "I will treat you well."

The woman felt a metallic taste in her mouth. She released her grip on Zheng Jihua's mouth and was about to slap him, but Zheng Jihua blocked it with his chest.

Ignoring her resistance, Zheng Jihua took out a handkerchief from the side and wiped her forehead, acting like a husband, and said to her, "You should rest now."

The woman was so angry that she couldn't speak.

The midwife had already quietly carried the baby out the door. As soon as they got outside, the baby started crying again. The midwife quickly covered the baby's mouth with her hand and whispered, "Little darling, please stop making a fuss."

The person waiting nearby immediately stepped forward and exchanged the item in their arms with the other person.

Right there in the courtyard, Yan Yun watched what was happening below.

The child was switched.

Just as she was about to leave, Jing Yue grabbed her shoulder.

Zheng Jihua, who was inside the room, caught a glimpse of the midwife returning and stepped aside. He said to the midwife, "Bring the baby over here."

As soon as he finished speaking, tears streamed down the woman's face. She looked at the child in the midwife's arms and raised her hand with trembling hands.

Zheng Jihua turned around and instructed, "Take good care of her."

He left a message and immediately walked out of the house.

Yan Yun watched as the midwife switched the children, clearly having done something shady. She turned to look at Jing Yue, who was holding her shoulder, and then pushed his hand away.

Jingyue remained silent, watching the direction in which the midwife carried the child away.

He only reacted after Yan Yun pushed his hand away. He withdrew his hand and chased after the people who left.

Before Yan Yun could speak, seeing his back, she was momentarily unsure whether to go forward or backward.

That child? Is it Zheng Jihua's?