"Dad, just give up on this idea. You will only die of old age or illness, but not of starvation. I won't let you starve."

Feng Qing turned to the housekeeper who came out and said, "Housekeeper, please send two people out to pull him away. Don't let him block my way."

I don't want to get entangled with my father anymore.

What belongs to Fang Yao is hers, and what belongs to her is still hers. Her father wants her money, he’s dreaming!

"Feng Qing, if you don't give me money, I curse your marriage to be unhappy!"

Zheng Hua was driven away by the housekeeper, and he yelled at his daughter.

Feng Qing said coldly: "Don't worry, my marriage with Fang Yao will definitely be happier than your marriage with my mother."

Zheng Hua collapsed immediately.

Feng Qing and Fang Yao returned to the car and drove away quickly.

Zheng Hua looked at the car going away and murmured to himself: "The biggest mistake I made in my life was marrying your mother and giving birth to an unfilial daughter like you."

No matter how much Zheng Hua regretted marrying Feng Yue when he was young, there was no regret medicine in the world, and no way to turn back time. He could only live the rest of his life with this regret.

After Feng Qing and Fang Yao obtained their marriage certificate, they began to prepare for the wedding.

After confirming the wedding date, the couple flew to Dongguan together with the prepared invitations.

When they arrived in Wancheng, it happened to be the full month celebration of Shen Xiaojun's son.

Time flies so fast.

It seemed like Shen Xiaojun was born yesterday, and in the blink of an eye she was already a month old.

Feng Qing and his wife did not receive an invitation from the Su family, so it was not convenient for them to go to the Su family to attend the full moon banquet. So they waited at the Shang family for Mrs. Shang, who was going to attend the full moon banquet, to come back.

Shang's housekeeper called and told Mrs. Shang.

Mrs. Shang knew what was going on. She responded calmly and said to the housekeeper, "I know."

"Aunt, what's wrong?"

Haitong, who was sitting next to Mrs. Shang, noticed that her aunt's reaction was not right and asked with concern.

Shen Xiaojun has finished her confinement.

She is about to unload too.

Recently, Zhan Yin has had very poor sleep. It’s not that he has insomnia, but he is afraid to sleep too deeply.

He was afraid that Haitong would start a fire in the middle of the night and he didn't know.

At night, whenever Haitong turned over, he would ask her a few questions nervously, fearing that Haitong would give birth prematurely like Shen Xiaojun.

"Feng Qing is here, waiting at my house."

Hai Tong said, "My sister told me that Feng Qing and Fang Yao have obtained their marriage certificate and are preparing for the wedding. They may be sending us invitations."

She had no way of attending Feng Qing's wedding.

Feng Qing's wedding date is too close to her due date.

My sister also said that she would just go to Fengqing's wedding to give some gifts, have a couple of drinks, and then rush back to Wancheng.

At that time, she was about to give birth.

Her sister was worried about her. It was her first child and she was nervous. Her sister was also worried, so she came back to be with her while she gave birth.

"Your sister mentioned this to me on the phone some time ago. I told them that if they really wanted to, they should come and invite me in person instead of having your sister pass on the message."

Mrs. Shang's coldness was swept away, and she was very gentle towards her most beloved niece.

Shang Xiaofei often complained that ever since her mother found two nieces, she, the biological daughter, had to stand aside.

"They should be here to give me an invitation this time."

Haitong asked her, "Auntie, would you like to come over for a drink?"

Mrs. Shang looked at her belly and said, "Go home this afternoon and ask about the date of their wedding. If it conflicts with your due date, Auntie won't go."

"When the time comes, just send someone to give them a gift."

"When you give birth to a baby, your aunt will definitely be there to watch over you."

Mrs. Shang held Haitong's hand and said, "You should go out less now. You will be very tired if you walk too much in the late stage of pregnancy."

"I seldom go out recently. Even when Yangyang goes to kindergarten, Zhan Yin has someone pick him up. I don't pick him up anymore."

"I probably won't give birth early."

Haitong touched her belly. People who had seen her belly said that the baby had not yet entered the pelvis and that she would not give birth so soon.

"Thirty-five weeks now?"

Mrs. Shang asked her, "I remember your baby was about a month younger than Xiaojun's. Xiaojun gave birth a month earlier. If she hadn't given birth earlier, she would have given birth now."

Haitong nodded.

It's thirty-five weeks and three days.

Now she goes to the hospital for prenatal check-ups every four days.

Zhan Yin, who never lags behind, has reduced his workload a lot and focused his attention on her.

The old lady, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law also returned from Fengchen Villa.

One was to drink the full moon wine for Shen Xiaojun's son, and the other was that Haitong entered the delivery period.

This is the old lady’s first great-grandchild, and she attaches great importance to him.

The maternity bag and everything else are ready.

Zhan Yin bought a lot of baby clothes, quilts, bottles, etc. Then, whenever the sun came out, he would take the clothes out to dry in the sun, saying that such clothes would be drier and smell like sunshine.

It's more comfortable than drying in a dryer.

Haitong said that he didn't run a maternity and baby store, so there was no need to buy so many maternity and baby supplies to take home.

A room is specially used to store maternal and child supplies.

I bought all the clothes for my child, from birth to one year old, and I bought quite a lot.

Once, he even bought a few little princess dresses.

After washing and drying the princess dresses, he placed them at the head of their bed. He would pick them up every night and look at them over and over again, telling her that if she bought the princess dresses, she would have a baby girl in the future.

If they leave it on their bed for a few years, when they want a second child, they will definitely have a daughter.

Haitong laughed at him, saying that he was thinking about having a second child in a few years when his first one had not even been born yet.

However, she also liked those little skirts very much, and she let him pick them up and look at them every day.

When Haitong was pregnant, everyone who had seen her said that she was pregnant with a boy. Her belly was pointed and her belly button was protruding, just like Shen Xiaojun's.

It has been verified that Shen Xiaojun is a son.

"Have you prepared everything you need?"

"Everything is ready. My aunt bought me a lot of maternal and child supplies. Xiaofei also buys me things from time to time. My cousin's wife also gave me new clothes that my nephew hasn't worn yet."

After Shang Wuhen's son was born, he had too many new clothes, many of which had never been worn and were no longer suitable.

Lan Jing asked Haitong, and only after Haitong agreed that she didn't mind did she give her son's unworn clothes to her.

Haitong also asked her cousin's wife to give the little girl clothes that she had worn but didn't fit her, so she wouldn't mind.

My nephew’s clothes are of very good quality. He has so many clothes that he can never wear them all. Even the clothes he has worn still look new and as if they were newly bought.

Shen Xiaojun's son has worn Lan Jing's son's small clothes.

As a result, Zhan Yin thought that his wife felt that the clothes she prepared for the children were not enough, so she brought back two large boxes of clothes from the merchant. So he started shopping again.

As a result, even though the baby hasn’t been born yet, several closets are already filled with clothes.


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