The Whispers of A Baby (Yang Yuting ) Novel
Chapter 22

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The Whispers of A Baby 

Chapter 22 Hard–Boiled Egg 

Wiping her tears, Zhang Ling let out a cold scoll. “Serves him right!” Yet, despite her efforts, she couldn’t suppress the brewing bitterness and resentment in her eyes. 

She truly hated him. 

How could she not? 

Since she reached adulthood, her heart belonged to him. She even cut ties with her family just to be with him. She was unwilling. How can I sever those connections? 

“Madam, Marquess Yang is home and is currently in Virtuous Hall. He’s asking for you,” a maid whispered at the door. 

Zhang Ling frowned slightly, while Hu Yue raised an eyebrow. 

I wonder what state Marquess Yang is in after being struck by lightning. 

“Let’s go. Take Yuting Zhang Ling stood up, heading towards Virtuous Hall. 

Virtuous Hall was situated on the east side of Marquess Yang’s mansion. Old Madam Yang preferred tranquility, so she built a Buddhist hall in the east courtyard, usually ignoring external matters and focusing solely on praying. 

After passing through the mansion’s inner lake and walking along the corridor, they reached Virtuous Hall. “Hmm, there’s a burnt smell in the air. Yuting wrinkled her nose, detecting a faint burnt odor. 

As they ventured further into Virtuous Hall, the smell intensified. 

Justus Xu Jia straightened Yang Yuting in her arms, the baby’s eyes widened. “Wow, such a big bald head! It looks like a hard–boiled egg!” She even licked her lips eagerly. 

Zhang Ling was taken aback, and she suddenly looked up at the “hard–boiled egg. 

In the centre sat a completely bald figure, whose head was charred black with not a single strand of hair left. 

The handsome and elegant image of the young man she had admired seemed to crumble in an instant. 

Zhang Ling stood frozen in place, unable to react for what felt like an eternity. 

“Why are you doing, standing there in the doorway?” Noticing her gaze, Old Madam Yang scolded her first. 

Zhang Ling’s mind was filled with her daughter’s exclamations, ‘Hard–boiled egg, hard–boiled egg.. 

She despised Yang Mingrui, but years of conditioning made her feel sorry for him when she saw him. It was as if she was torn between two halves, half hating him and half loving him. 

But now… 

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Chapter 22 Hard–Boiled Egg 

your barber have a bad day?” 

‘My mother sure knows how to piss him off. Nicely done. 

‘It’s better to go crazy and unleash your anger on the whole family than endure as a punching bag 

Yang Mingrui’s mouth twitched slightly. “There was a fire in Peace Lane. I went in to rescue someone and ended up getting my hair burnt. It’s not a big deal. 

“I’ve requested some time off from His Majesty to rest at home.” 

Zhang Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly. Rescue someone 

He really knows how to paint himself in a good light. 

“Oh. Lord Yang, you were in Peace Lane too? What a coincidence, I heard someone in Peace Lane got struck by lightning. It’s said that a couple were doing the deed in broad daylight, completely naked and exposed. Lord Yang, could it be that you happened to rescue them from the fire?” Zhang Ling couldn’t resist adding another jab as she listened to her daughter’s cheers. 

Sure enough. Yang Mingrui’s face turned pale, his fists clenched tightly. 

“You’re a woman with status. Why are you paying attention to such nonsense?” 

Zhang Ling smiled faintly, her lips curling. 

The whole Capital is gossiping about it. I’m just enjoying a good laugh.” This instantly darkened the faces of the mother and son across from her. 

‘Hehehe… ‘Yang Yuting chuckled mischievously. 

Zhang Ling couldn’t help but perk up her ears. It wasn’t often that she could hear her daughter’s thoughts, so she figured she needed to listen carefully. 

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