Chapter 1149: Wrong person

Pei Ziheng's face became grim on the spot, but he did not get angry immediately.

Xia Ling said nothing and listened quietly with a sarcastic smile. She wanted to see how they could humiliate her. I was afraid that even if she wanted to give birth to the child, they would be unable to do anything, so she was jumping on her feet and getting angry.

The old man who read out her crime went on for at least ten minutes with a long speech, and still showed no intention of stopping. Although Xia Ling was not afraid of being scolded, she was pregnant after all and worried that the baby in her belly would not be able to hold on. She unconsciously glanced in the direction of Pei Ziheng, vaguely asking for help.

Pei Ziheng was dissatisfied that she wanted to keep the child at all costs, but that was a private matter between the two of them, and it was not the turn of outsiders to look at her. He coldly interrupted the old man who read out her crime: "That's enough."

The old man was reading vigorously when he was suddenly interrupted and was very dissatisfied. He looked at him solemnly and said, "No noise is allowed in front of the ancestral tablet. Pei Ziheng, even if you are the patriarch, don't you know this rule?"

Pei Ziheng said: "The person you taught me was very happy."

The tone is cold, like a sign of an angry beast. Even though the old man was used to seeing all kinds of big scenes, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened when facing this young and majestic patriarch, and he kept silent for a while. The Pei family members present looked at each other, some were worried about how it would end, but there were also some who were enjoying the show.

Pei Ziheng strode forward, took the ink pen amidst everyone's exclamations, and crossed out Xia Ling's name on the genealogy with just one stroke. She was adopted, and her name was written small, right next to his, like a pair of birds that were dependent on each other. When he crossed it out, his heart stung slightly, but he soon regained his composure.

After finishing writing, he sneered, put away the pen, took Xia Ling's hand and walked out.

Xia Ling was held by him and felt that his big dry hands were so steady and strong, as if he would never let go of her. As he walked out of the ancestral hall, the coldness that followed him disappeared, and his eyes were filled with bright sunshine.

Behind him, Pei Zhenyuan's angry yelling could be heard vaguely.

He originally had people prepare a speech of admonishment for an hour, but he was interrupted by Pei Ziheng after only ten minutes of speaking. Where does this put his face?

What worries him even more is that Pei Ziheng is getting more and more out of control. He disregards the instructions of his ancestors and is arrogant, and dares to disturb the ancestral hall! Moreover, even if he did this, there was nothing the whole clan could do against him. The entire emperor is becoming more and more like Pei Ziheng's one-spoken voice. Maybe it won't be long before there will be no room for other voices.

This made Pei Zhenyuan feel horrified.

Pei Zhenyuan was the most important person in charge of taking over as the chairman of the board. He had always felt that Pei Ziheng was just a junior. Even if he was a bit promising, he was far from being able to speak for himself. But now, reality gave him a hard slap, and Pei Zhenyuan was completely shaken. I woke up from the hallucination and realized that the family was about to change.

He would never allow things to develop like this.

Preventing Xia Ling from giving birth to a child was not only for the sake of the entire Pei family, but also a struggle of will between him, the lonely and important minister, and Pei Ziheng. He summoned his closest subordinates and whispered a few instructions.

The subordinates took the order and left.

Pei Ziheng took Xia Ling's hand and walked through the grassy path. This generation of buildings is the Pei family's, scattered in heights, quaint and quiet. Across a dual carriageway, listening to their Rolls-Royce.

Pei Ziheng said to Xia Ling softly: "Keep on holding on, and you can rest when you get home."

While talking, he walked with her across the road.

Suddenly, a sports car rushed out from the front and rushed towards Xia Ling with lightning speed!

Xia Ling's eyes widened in horror and she wanted to hide, but her feet seemed to have roots and she couldn't move even half a step. Her mind went blank and she thought she was going to die here. Suddenly, her body was pushed away hard, followed by a muffled sound of a heavy object hitting, a harsh sound of brakes, and the car reversed. Then, the sports car accelerated and hit her again!

She was standing under a tree, scared out of her wits. Fortunately, she knew she was moving this time, so she ran towards the green belt with her hands and feet on the ground. As for the sports car, after hitting several trees in a row, it finally found that it couldn't drive in, so it had no choice but to give up and turn around and drive away.

Xia Ling was still in shock, and then she saw Pei Ziheng lying on the ground quietly on the other side of the road, with a pool of blood flowing out from under him, which was shocking.

Her heartbeat almost froze, and she shouted heartbreakingly: "Zi Heng!"

Staggeringly ran towards him, squatted down, and checked his injuries. He was seriously injured, his face was as thin as gold paper, his eyes were closed tightly, and he had lost consciousness. The driver of the Rolls-Royce also got out, shaking his hands and calling someone. Not long after, Pei's family came over with a stretcher, and they helped him get into the car and take him to the hospital.

The emergency doctor saw his **** appearance and quickly arranged for surgery.

The door of the operating room was closed and the red light turned on, blocking Xia Ling and her group of worried people from outside.

She looked at the closed door and had never been so panicked. Even when she was worried that Xia Yu would not survive for a few years in the orphanage, she had never been so panicked. Since she met Pei Ziheng, she has never thought about what it would be like to lose him one day. Even if they quarrel or break up, he will still live well in this world, allowing her to think about him through various means whenever she misses him. Ways to see…

But this time, maybe heaven and man will be separated forever.

She was not mentally prepared at all for the distance between heaven and earth.

Xia Ling looked sad, clasping her fingers on her chest and praying silently. Suddenly she heard someone scolding her -

"Bitch! Broom star! Do you still have the nerve to wait here? If it weren't for you, how could something happen to Zi Heng?!"

She turned her head and saw Pei Zhenyuan who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Although Mr. Pei Zhenyuan is dissatisfied with Pei Ziheng's various styles, he is his own nephew after all, so how can he have an overnight feud? When he heard that the driver he sent to hit Xia Ling actually hit Pei Ziheng, his head was about to explode. If Pei Ziheng had some shortcomings, how should he explain to his dead brother and nephew?

Xia Ling has always been sharp-tongued, but this time she was scolded by Pei Zhenyuan into silence.

Her heart was filled with self-blame. Yes, if it weren't for herself, how could something happen to Zi Heng? The car was clearly coming towards her. If Zi Heng hadn't pushed her to save her, he wouldn't have been hit at all! The person lying in the operating room now should be her...

Although she didn't speak, Chu Chen couldn't stand it anymore.

He came here to see the boss, but he also came to accompany Xia Ling—

When the boss is away, of course his women and children must be protected by loyal subordinates.

He didn't care whether it was the Pei family or not. He took a step forward, protected Xia Ling behind him, and said to Pei Zhenyuan in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Old man, what you said is wrong."

(End of this chapter)

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