My Comatose Husband Divorced Me After Waking Up

Rocks Hotel.

As Nan Xia just returned, she saw a stretched Rolls-Royce parked in front, its luxurious body extremely eye-catching, flanked by bodyguards.

People around were discussing: "Mr. Feng has been staying here recently, huh?"

"This hotel is originally his family's property."

The car door opened, and a tall and upright man stepped out from inside, just then, someone unknowingly pushed Nan Xia, and she ended up blocking Feng Jingxuan's path.

A bodyguard immediately rushed over: "Please make way."

Nan Xia hurriedly moved to the side, but she caught Feng Jingxuan's gaze on her face, his look was deep and oppressive.

Just when Nan Xia thought Feng Jingxuan recognized her, he left without glancing sideways.

Back in her room, Nan Xia quickly prepared the meal.

"Yuyu, Yinyin, come and eat."

"Okay," Nan Qianyu replied and walked out from the room.

Nan Qianyin muttered: "Mommy, I'll sleep a bit more."

Nan Xia shook her head helplessly, she left food separately for Sweetie Yin, and after finishing the meal with her son and washing the dishes, Sweetie Yin finally got up lazily.

Her surprised voice rang out, "Brother, why are you sleeping in my bed?"

Nan Qianyu, who was helping Mommy wash dishes in the kitchen: "?"

A few minutes later, three of them saw the baby sleeping soundly on the bed and fell into thought.

On the pink big bed, a small boy who looked about four or five years old was lying on his side, his cheeks squished adorably round, and he was holding a white pillow; it wasn't clear how long he had been asleep.

That little face looked seventy to eighty percent similar to Nan Qianyu.

Sweetie Yin glanced back and forth between Sweetie Yu and the baby on the bed, and eventually, she curiously poked the baby's face.

The baby on the bed fluttered his eyelashes and then opened his eyes, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, sitting up.

Face to face, he looked even more like Yuyu, only his expression was colder, his skin whiter, and his figure seemed slimmer than Nan Qianyu.

The little boy was also observing Yuyu, he seemed calm, but after all, he was still a five-year-old child; his tightly pressed lips showed his panic.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room?" the little boy said trying to keep calm.

Sweetie Yin blinked and said in a tender voice: "This is clearly my room."

Feng Yechen paused, looked up to examine the room, showing confusion.

In the presidential suite of Rocks Hotel, the decorations were quite similar. He had escaped from the bodyguards today and sneaked into a room to sleep.

For so many years, this was the first time he had slept so soundly.

"Little First?"

Nan Xia, with a trembling voice, called out and immediately hugged the little boy, he was lighter than Yuyu, and was easily embraced in her arms.

Confusion flashed in Little First's eyes, he struggled a bit, but feeling the familiar scent on this woman, he let her pinch and prod him.

With a smack sound.

Nan Xia fiercely kissed him on the face.

Little First widened his eyes, reached out a small hand to cover his face, his face showing disbelief, but seeing the woman's red eyes, he fell silent.

"Mommy finally found you," Nan Xia wiped her eyes.

Mommy?

Little First had heard from Song Yushang about his Mommy; she said Mommy was a vain woman, gave birth to him for the Feng family's wealth, and later died in childbirth.

"Are you my Mommy?"

Hotel lobby.

Rows of bodyguards were on alert, the atmosphere extremely serious.

The young master was missing.

Feng Jingxuan's face turned grim: "Lockdown the hotel, search now!"

Hotel staff accessed the surveillance, hurriedly reported: "Mr. Feng, we found it, the young master entered room A-315, hasn't come out since."

A-315?

Isn't that the room next to his?

He remembers that room was unoccupied.

Inside the room.

Nan Xia, holding onto her son who she had just regained, heard the doorbell ring.

She got up to open the door and was somewhat astonished to see the man standing at the doorway.

Feng Jingxuan looked down at the petite woman in front of him. He was very tall, at least 1.88 meters, dressed in an expensive black suit with gold buttons, and a part of a luxury watch peeked from below his sleeve, exuding understated opulence.

His sharply defined features, under the illumination of the light, presented a somewhat abstinent aura.

He frowned, his presence overwhelming: "My son is in your room."

As Nan Xia was about to speak, Little First was already standing behind her.

"Daddy."

Seeing his son unharmed, Feng Jingxuan's expression softened a bit. He picked up his son, and Little First trustingly clung to his neck, resting his head on his shoulder while continuously staring at Nan Xia.

"Daddy, is she my mommy?" Little First suddenly pointed at Nan Xia and asked.

Upon these words, both were stunned.

Feng Jingxuan then earnestly observed Nan Xia; this was his third encounter with this woman today.

This woman resembled the deceased mother of Little First and even intentionally moved next to his room.

To say it was a coincidence was absolutely impossible.

There were simply too many women trying to get close to him.

"Your mommy passed away a long time ago," Feng Jingxuan told his son, then signaled the bodyguard to take his son to the room.

Only then did he coldly say to Nan Xia, "Keep your tricks to yourself and stay away from my son."

His voice was deep, icy, and magnetic, as he looked down upon Nan Xia from his lofty position.

Nan Xia furrowed her brows as she watched Little First leave, her mind clearing up a bit.

She still did not have the capability to take Little First away, she would need to plan for the long term.

Feng Jingxuan gave Nan Xia a cold glance before turning and leaving.

After he left, Nan Xia quickly closed the door, patting her chest, nearly collapsing.

"Mommy, did the uncle from just now look like us because you gave birth to him too?" Sweetie Yin peeked out her small head from the room, blinking curiously.

Sweetie Yu shook his head, asking, "Mommy, is he our daddy?"

Nan Xia paused for a moment, then looked down at her two babies, kissing each one on the face.

"Your daddy died a long time ago."

Sweetie Yin nodded, her face filled with innocence, completely trusting Mommy's words.

Sweetie Yu, however, was not convinced.

He returned to his room and turned on the computer, swiftly navigating it, and soon he retrieved a photo.

The man in the photo was wearing a sleek black suit, his demeanor cold and haughty, his facial features strikingly similar to Sweetie Yu's.

"Who is he?"

Sweetie Yu said, "His name is Feng Jingxuan, he's the head of Feng Group, and he's very likely our daddy."

Sweetie Yin blinked her large eyes, her long eyelashes making her look like a Barbie doll.

"Is he really our daddy?"

"Yes, it's him."

Recalling Chenchen, a glint flashed in Sweetie Yu's eyes.

Inside the room.

Nan Xia struggled to calm her heart, not expecting to find Little First so quickly.

Since that was the case, she needed to hasten her plan.

To take her son back as soon as possible.