The blood-stained papers in the delivery room had already been cleared away.

The rising sun shines through the exhaust fan and onto the ground, making the entire delivery room look extra warm.

Huang Lingling was lying peacefully on the bed.

Zhao Gangjun walked to the bed.

Huang Lingling hasn't woken up yet.

"Where is my child?"

Zhao Gangjun asked the nurse on the side.

"At this."

The nurse brought a small basket over.

Inside the basket, there was a little boy who had been washed.

The little boy had his eyes closed and was not breathing.

Zhao Gangjun's heart suddenly became sour.

Before seeing this child, Zhao Gangjun's heart actually had no disturbance.

After all, I have never met this child. Although it is my own child, why does it matter if I have my own woman?

However, when Zhao Gangjun saw this little guy, the crystallization of his love with Huang Lingling, he felt that his heart was breaking a little bit.

He is his own child.

But it’s gone...

Zhao Gangjun was finally able to understand Huang Lingling's reluctance.

boom.

Zhao Gangjun knelt on the ground, hugged the cradle, and looked at the little life inside, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"sorry Sorry."

Zhao Gangjun burst into tears.

Huang Lingling on the bed next to her moved a little, and then she opened her eyes.

She saw Zhao Gangjun and the child in the cradle.

Her eyes were instantly soaked with tears.

She could feel that the child no longer had any breath of life.

"Gang Bong, can you give him to me?"

Huang Lingling said in a weak voice.

Zhao Gangjun's body trembled for a moment, then he nodded, carefully picked up the child in the cradle, turned around, walked to Huang Lingling, and handed the child to Huang Lingling.

Huang Lingling took the child, opened the quilt, put the child on her chest, covered the child with the quilt, and hugged the child gently.

"Child, mom is sorry for you. Mom failed to bring you into this world safely. Don't blame mom, okay?"

The little child in his arms lay quietly, as if asleep.

Zhao Gangjun stood beside Huang Lingling's bed and gently put his hand on the child's body.

Huang Lingling didn't seem to see Zhao Gangrong, but kept talking to the child.

Some of the nurses on the side covered their faces and cried, while others left sobbing.

I don't know when, Su Yanni and others walked in.

Because they were men, Zhao Tiezhu and the others did not come in.

"Lingling, don't be sad."

Su Yanni walked to Huang Lingling and gently smoothed away the messy hair on Huang Lingling's head.

"yes."

Li Ling'er said, "The little guy will definitely not blame you."

Huang Lingling ignored them and continued to pat the child on her chest.

After a long time, Su Yanni and others left.

Zhao Gangrong took a chair and sat beside the bed, quietly accompanying Huang Lingling.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Qingluan walked in.

"The opening ceremony is about to begin."

Qingluan came close to Zhao Gangjun's ear and whispered, "The car is ready."

"not going."

Zhao Gangrong shook his head.

Qingluan was stunned for a moment, glanced at Huang Lingling, said nothing more, and turned around to leave.

Looking at Huang Lingling on the bed, Zhao Gangjun's sadness was almost indescribable.

It was already close to ten o'clock.

The largest hall in the headquarters of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation.

Many people have already gathered here.

Today's opening ceremony will be held here.

Zhao Gangjun's position is located in the middle of the rostrum, one to the side, and sitting in the middle is the director of the State Sports General Administration.

Because Zhao Gangjun was already the director of the National Security Bureau and was deeply favored by the central government, the director of the General Administration of Sports came to the headquarters of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation early and sat in his seat.

Under normal circumstances, he should be the last one to come, but who makes Zhao Gangjun so awesome? The director of the General Administration of Sports also has to please Zhao Gangjun.

By the time it was half past ten, the director had not seen Zhao Gangjun coming.

Now the director was a little dissatisfied.

Although you are better than me, is it a bit disrespectful for you to ignore me like this? After all, I am also your elder! There are so many national teams in the audience, and I, the director of the General Administration, are waiting for you.

As the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation, it would be too embarrassing to say this.

At this moment, a man came up to the director of the General Administration and whispered a few words in a low voice.

"What?!"

The director of the General Administration widened his eyes, then nodded and said, "I know, I understand. I will go to the Zhao Mansion after the meeting is over."

"Thank you, Director."

After the man left, the director of the General Administration sighed. Who would have thought that Zhao Gangjun's son died early this morning. After such a thing happened, it's no wonder that Zhao Gangjun couldn't come.

Since Zhao Gangjun can't come, we have to find someone with some weight to speak!

The director of the General Administration looked around and saw an acquaintance sitting in the front row.

"Old Bai!"

The director waved quickly.

Bai Yufan frowned slightly. He didn't have to pay attention to these people, but they were also ministerial-level cadres, so Bai Yufan got up and walked onto the podium.

"What?"

After hearing what the Director of the General Administration said, Bai Yufan was slightly surprised and said, "You want me to sit in Zhao Gangjun's position?"

"Something happened at Zhao Gangjun's family. His son... died just after he was born." The director shook his head helplessly and said, "So he may not be able to come. You are the only one qualified to take this position. Lao Bai, let's

Friends for so many years, this kind of good thing, I can only think of you. It will be broadcast live all over the world in a while. If you click on your Bai family, the publicity effect will be better than CCTV advertisements."

"Yeah. Let Zhou Jianye do it."

After Bai Yufan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

The director's eyes widened and he was a little angry that Bai Yufan didn't know how to praise him. However, since Bai Yufan had always been like this, the director was helpless and had to call Zhou Jianye.

Zhou Jianye was very happy to sit in Zhao Gangjun's seat, so soon, Zhou Jianye's nameplate was placed where Zhao Gangjun's nameplate had been placed before.

With a calm smile on his face, Zhou Jianye looked at the delegations from various countries under the rostrum, feeling very satisfied.

It would be great if Zhao Gangjun died a few more sons. This position will probably belong to me for the rest of his life.

The entire Zhao family is filled with a very contradictory atmosphere.

On the one hand, Guo Furong left a young master for the Zhao family, but on the other hand, Huang Lingling's child died in infancy.

People don't know whether to be happy or sad.

Inside Guo Furong's delivery room.

"Fu Rong, I have wronged you."
To be continued...