Chapter 2 The Leng's Family Treasure

The hospital suite was filled with warmth and soft murmurs, but Leng Qingxue remained still, observing everything through her silver-blue eyes.

It had been only a few hours since she was reborn, yet she had already attracted overwhelming attention.

She wasn't the only one.

Beside her, Leng Qiuhan lay quietly, his gaze as calm as hers. Unlike most newborns, they did not cry much, their presence eerily serene.

The door suddenly opened.

A heavy presence filled the room as five figures entered. The temperature seemed to shift instantly.

"Where are they?"

A deep, steady voice echoed through the space.

Five young boys walked in, their expressions unreadable as they approached the incubators.

Leng Qingxue blinked.

These were her older brothers.

Despite their young ages, each of them carried an aura that made them stand out.

The eldest, Leng Yuxian (15 years old), had a noble, composed presence. His black eyes, sharp and intelligent, swept over the room before landing on her. He did not speak, but his gaze softened slightly.

Next was Leng Zhaoyan (12 years old), cold and reserved. His sharp features gave him an intimidating presence, but the moment he saw Qingxue, his indifferent expression flickered.

The third, Leng Haoyu (9 years old), had a strict, business-like aura, as if he was already prepared to take over the family empire. Yet, the moment he saw his newborn sister, his cold gaze wavered with a rare warmth.

The fourth, Leng Yichen (6 years old), was different. A known troublemaker, he had a flirtatious charm that made him the most playful of the brothers. But right now, he was utterly silent, his usually mischievous eyes locked onto Qingxue with quiet curiosity.

And finally, the youngest before the twins, Leng Jiuhan (3 years old), stood at the edge of the group, his small figure exuding an icy air. Despite being only three, his silver-blue eyes were dangerously sharp, his presence cold and unpredictable.

Qingxue felt his gaze on her and met it head-on.

Something shifted in his expression.

Without hesitation, he reached into the incubator and grabbed her tiny hand.

Mine.

The possessiveness in his young eyes was unmistakable.

"She's so small," Zhaoyan muttered, frowning slightly.

"She looks fragile," Haoyu added. "Are we sure she'll be okay?"

"She's a Leng," Yuxian said calmly. "She'll be fine."

"Still…" Yichen tilted his head, smirking. "We should make sure no one dares to bully her."

Jiuhan tightened his grip on Qingxue's tiny hand.

"If anyone does…" his small voice was soft but chilling. "They won't exist anymore."

The room fell into silence.

Their mother, who had been watching, let out a helpless sigh. "You're all still young, yet you're already planning her future?"

"She's our little sister," Yuxian said simply.

Qingxue remained quiet.

In her past life, she had been alone, relying on no one. But this time…

She glanced at the five boys surrounding her, their protective gazes unwavering.

This time, things would be different.