Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1317

Chapter 1317: 325: Camera

Actually, Zhao Jingrong was a bit flustered.

Because from Ni Yang’s words, it wasn’t hard to tell—she already knew something.

Could it be that Ni Yang left behind some trump card?

At that time, Ni Yang was alone in the room. What kind of trump card could she leave behind?

Zhao Jingrong narrowed her eyes slightly. Just then, the servant arrived with the family doctor.

Seeing the doctor, everyone seemed to have grasped hope.

Xiu Jiao grabbed the doctor’s hand and pleaded, “Dr. Xu, please, you must save my grandson!”

Dr. Xu glanced at Xiu Jiao and said, “Mrs. Mo, please calm down and rest assured, I will do my best.”

At such moments, the doctor didn’t dare to make promises too soon.

Xiu Jiao sobbed, “Please, I beg you…”

Dr. Xu looked up at Mo Baichuan. “Quickly, lay the child flat on the bed.”

Mo Baichuan complied immediately, “Alright.”

The doctor first took out a stethoscope, then checked Mo Zhiyuan’s eyelids.

After some examination, Zhao Jingrong couldn’t wait any longer and asked, “Dr. Xu, how is it? Can Zhiyuan still be saved?”

Dr. Xu shook his head helplessly, “I’m sorry, the child has already stopped breathing. There’s nothing more I can do…”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jingrong held Mo Zhiyuan tightly and burst out crying.

Although they had long realized Mo Zhiyuan was no longer breathing, Xiu Jiao still couldn’t accept the truth, “Dr. Xu, tell me—what happened to Zhiyuan? Was he murdered?”

Dr. Xu continued, “Based on the child’s symptoms, he appears to have died from mechanical asphyxia caused by external forces.”

Mechanical asphyxia?

In other words, Mo Zhiyuan was smothered to death?

The only person who could have smothered Mo Zhiyuan—besides Ni Yang, who else could it be?

“It was you! It was all you! You killed Zhiyuan!” Zhao Jingrong pointed at Ni Yang, sobbing uncontrollably. “Zhiyuan, my poor little boy, it’s all Mother’s fault for not protecting you…”

This would be extremely difficult for Ni Yang to deny!

After all, Mo Zhiyuan did die in Ni Yang’s room.

At the time, Ni Yang was the only one in the room. Other than her, who else could have harmed Mo Zhiyuan?

Moreover, Ni Yang had a motive!

Ni Yang was jealous because Zhao Jingrong had given birth to a son, and thus she murdered Mo Zhiyuan!

Now Ni Yang was like Empress Wang from that year. Whether or not she committed this act, she had no choice but to admit it. She was undeniably at a loss for words.

Because no biological mother would ever harm her own child!

Ni Yang wanted to push all the blame away from herself—this was impossible.

Impossible!

This time, Zhao Jingrong was determined to leave Ni Yang with no room for redemption!

Mo Qishen was hers!

No one could take him away!

Anyone who tried to take something from her would pay a price!

Ni Yang simply stood there. “Zhao Jingrong, don’t you think you’re being pathetic right now? Zhiyuan was your own flesh and blood. If you have issues with me, come at me directly. Why involve a child?”

A person even willing to harm their own son couldn’t even be called a mother.

Ni Yang had long expected Zhao Jingrong would go after her, but never once did she believe Zhao Jingrong would target Mo Zhiyuan.

Even a vicious tiger won’t eat its cubs.

Zhao Jingrong wailed, holding Mo Zhiyuan tightly, “Zhiyuan, it’s your mother’s incompetence! I’m not a good mom! I can’t even avenge you now; instead, I’m being smeared by others. Zhiyuan, forgive me, forgive me. Are you angry at Mom? Just wait, Mom will come to be with you!”

Amid her crying, Zhao Jingrong suddenly dashed toward the wall!

What’s the best thing to do in such a moment?

Of course, a self-sacrifice performance!

For her son, she was willing to risk her life!

That’s what a mother does!

Not only could a self-sacrifice performance earn sympathy and trust, but perhaps even give Mo Qishen the chance to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

So, Zhao Jingrong charged toward Mo Qishen’s area.

He was closest to her; surely he wouldn’t ignore her!

Besides, Mo Qishen had loved her deeply.

No way would Mo Qishen turn a blind eye.

Just as Zhao Jingrong was about to crash into the wall, a hand reached out and accurately grabbed her arm, pulling her into an embrace.

This person must be Mo Qishen!

A smug expression flashed in Zhao Jingrong’s eyes as she tightly clung to his waist.

“Jingrong, are you okay?” A concerned voice addressed her from above.

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