Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

An Nansheng was looking at the documents. "You say."

Mu Zheng: "I went for a checkup."

An Nansheng was stunned and startled:

"What kind of examination? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Mu Zheng shrugged, looking nonchalant.

"I didn't feel any discomfort, I just went for an ultrasound. And then they confirmed that the scar on my stomach wasn't from an appendectomy. Like yours, it was from a cesarean section."

An Nansheng's eyes widened: "Are you sure?"

Mu Zheng: "How could I be wrong? I confirmed it again and again, and the doctor who did the B-ultrasound also said that I have a scar on my uterus."

An Nansheng: “…”

Mu Zheng pretended to be indifferent and spread her hands:

"I don't know why this happened. My memory clearly hasn't been interrupted, and I haven't experienced any amnesia, but I really don't remember having a cesarean section. I do have some recollection of the appendectomy, but it's not very clear."

But surgical scars exist and they are not deceptive.

She actually gave birth to a child, but she didn't even have any recollection of the child's father.

Mu Zheng's smile was somewhat distressing:

"Nan Sheng, do I have a child? Where is he?"

An Nansheng quickly put down the documents and came over to hug her.

Mu Zheng was like this when they met. If Mu Zheng really had a child, it must have happened in the past few years.

An Nansheng suddenly remembered that when she met Mr. Mu, he would occasionally look at her and sigh.

He said he also had a very beautiful granddaughter.

But he didn't say anything else. Thinking about it now, at that time, Mr. Mu always had a look of heartache when he talked about his granddaughter.

Calculating the time, Mu Zheng had just graduated from university at that time.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Let's calm down first."

An Nansheng poured her another cup of hot tea.

Mu Zheng said:

"I'm calm. The ultrasound was last week, and I've been suspicious ever since I saw your incision."

"I don't know why, but I didn't dare ask my mom."

"But I want to know the truth."

Mu Zheng's expression was confused, yet determined.

"We have to confirm one thing first. Do you really want to dig up the secret that has been hidden by everyone in your Mu family?"

An Nansheng patiently analyzed:

"Given how much your parents dote on you, the fact that they'd go to such great lengths to conceal something is definitely a big deal. This secret will definitely cause you pain."

Mu Zheng was a pleasure-loving person, and she frowned when she heard this.

"Painful memories... That man must have betrayed me." Then she thought, "But why didn't I take the child with me? With my personality, I would definitely leave the father and keep the child. Besides, it's not like my family can't afford to raise a child."

An Nansheng could only guess:

"Maybe your parents just want you to start over. Another possibility is that the man won't let go."

Mu Zheng sighed:

"It's okay if I didn't know, but now I know..."

"I just remembered how anxious you were when my little brother was lost. To be honest, I want to find him too. Since I gave birth to him, I shouldn't abandon him, right?"

An Nansheng herself has a stress disorder, but she knows about it and doesn't want to think about it.

Mu Zheng is different from her. For Mu Zheng, this is equivalent to losing a very important part of her life.

She could understand, but didn't know whether she should support it.

Because she didn't want the happy and simple Mu Zheng to become unhappy.

Time flies. It’s the end of the year and the New Year is coming soon.

When I video-called Mu Fucheng last night, he was in a meeting with his son.

She didn't know if it was because of her dizziness, but for a moment, she actually felt that her son's facial features were somewhat similar to Mu Fucheng's.