She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Tang Jiao's child was saved. The emergency treatment lasted until the early hours of the morning, and the child underwent several more resuscitations over the following days. The child was so young and had already suffered so much; it broke the hearts of the elders, let alone Tang Jiao herself.

The child was a girl, and Tang Jiao named her Tang Ping'an. She didn't ask for her to be rich or powerful, but only for her to be safe and healthy.

The day after Tang Jiao finished her postpartum confinement, Chen Xiangnan went to get a divorce. It's unclear whether he used up all his savings, but he made two peace locks, one for Lingling and one for Ping An.

When Ping An was one month old, her body was very weak, so we simply didn't celebrate and instead held a 100-day banquet.

The day before the 100-day celebration, Chen Xiangnan came to Grandma Xia's house and handed her a letter, asking her to give it to Tang Jiao. "Mom, I've applied for an overseas assignment. You know the Tang family are kind people; even if Tang Jiao and I divorce, they won't take back my job."

But I'm in the hospital, and Tang Jiao will definitely feel uncomfortable. You can help me raise Lingling. You know, even if I want to be a good father, I might not actually be able to. If Lingling follows me around everywhere, who knows what might happen?

I'll send money to you and Tang Jiao from now on, and I'll come back to see the two children during holidays. I don't ask them to support me; I just hope they don't hate me.

Grandma Xia tried to pull him for a long time, but he still managed to break free. "Second son, you're trying to run away again."

Chen Lingling seemed to realize something. She ran out late at night, only to see Chen Xiangnan's back, and burst into tears, crying, "Daddy!"

Chen Xiangnan paused for a moment, then ran out even faster.

Grandma Xia took her sister to the Tang family for the 100-day celebration. While Tang Jiao was resting, she handed her a letter, saying, "This is from your second son. He... is gone, Jiao Jiao. He said he was sorry to you."

Tang Jiao held the letter and nodded sadly.

"Mom, why don't you go with Auntie to see the child?" Her way of addressing her hadn't changed, which made Old Mrs. Xia feel a pang of sadness.

The two elderly women went to see Ping An in the cradle. With her tiny hands and feet, she looked much better than when she was born, covered in bruises. Although some of the bruises hadn't faded yet, it still made the two women very happy.

This child has had it so tough.

Tang's mother was unusually friendly today. She was delighted to see them and said, "Sister Xia, would you like a hug?"

She took the baby out of the cradle and handed it to Grandma Xia.

Grandma Xia pretended to be funny and amused the child. Seeing her sister's envious look, she moved the child closer to her.

Seeing this, Tang Jiao smiled and said, "Auntie, you should hug him too. He's not so bad now, it's okay."

Xia Yu'e exclaimed in surprise, "I...I really hugged him?"

Grandma Xia handed the child to her, saying, "Hold this child, sister. This child doesn't cry to anyone. He's a good child."

Xia Yu'e took the child. The soft little bundle of joy was smacking its lips and staring blankly at her, which melted her heart.

It's a newborn, Xiao Ping'an.

After Chen Xiangnan left, Grandma Xia thought that life would not change. Tang Jiao would still bring Grandma Xia some things during festivals and sometimes bring Ping An to visit her. But Grandma Xia still felt that something had changed.

When Chen Xiangnan was around, Grandma Xia always found him annoying; the second son was never a good person. But now that he's really gone and she can't find him anymore, Grandma Xia feels uneasy.

This is probably what mothers are like; as long as their children don't go too far, they'll always have a little bit of soft-heartedness.

In her compound, Jiang Wenhua followed Fang Yingdi to the countryside to announce their marriage. Just when Fang Yingdi thought he would be ripped off with a few hundred yuan in dowry, in the blink of an eye, Jiang Wenhua took Fang Yingdi back to the city. When they left, her parents even gave them some freshly dried fish to take with them.

Fang Yingdi never dreamed that she would receive a basket of vegetables and several large dried fish without paying a single penny.

"How did you do that?" Fang Yingdi had asked this question for the tenth time on the way, and even though Jiang Wenhua explained it to her in detail, Fang Yingdi still didn't understand.

"How could a few words make my parents give you so much? They are my parents!" Fang Yingdi murmured.

Jiang Wenhua grinned so wide her mouth almost reached her ears, "Aren't your parents great? Why are they so satisfied with me?"

Fang Yingdi recalled that when she first entered the house, her father was about to beat Jiang Wenhua, who was complaining that he had no money to give as a bride price, with a hoe. But after a few words, her father not only brought him a stool to sit down, but also had her mother bring out the best food in the house for him to eat.

After crossing two mountains, the two were a little tired and sat down to rest on a large rock.

Jiang Wenhua rummaged through his coat and pulled out two hundred yuan, which he folded neatly. He placed it in Fang Yingdi's hand with reluctance and seriousness. "Xiao Fang, I didn't give your parents any betrothal gifts, but we can't skimp on this. I'm giving you this money directly. It will be your money from now on, your dowry."

The money in Fang Yingdi's hand still carried Jiang Wenhua's body temperature. Although it was just a small, flimsy stack, Fang Yingdi knew that it was like half of Jiang Wenhua's life.

She lowered her head, her lips trembling as if she were about to cry, and asked, suppressing her emotions, "Are you really willing to give it to me?"

Jiang Wenhua clenched her fists with heartache, but still said, "This money can only be given to you; I definitely wouldn't be willing to give it to anyone else."

Fang Yingdi laughed through her tears, "You really don't feel bad?"

Jiang Wenhua turned her head and said, "I don't care at all. You can take it and hide it, buy things with it, or do whatever you want with it."

Fang Yingdi lightly punched him, then stuffed the money into his pocket. "You can hide it well. I don't need to spend the money. I appreciate your kindness, but I can't bear to see you looking so distressed. I feel sorry for you too."

Jiang Wenhua said seriously, "I was just teasing you. Money should be spent when it's needed, and given when it's due. This money for you absolutely cannot be spared. I've been so frugal all these years, partly for my mother, and partly for important occasions like this."

I want to treat you seriously. I won't feel bad giving you this money; I'll only feel sad if you don't accept it. I hope that during our wedding ceremony, you won't be lacking in anything compared to others. You should have what others have, and I want to give you anything that others don't have, as long as I can afford it.

I hope that after we get married, when you look back on the time you spent with me, you won't have any regrets. That's more important than money.

Fang Yingdi burst into tears halfway through Jiang Wenhua's sentence. For someone who had never felt any love at home, being suddenly treated so tenderly by someone left Fang Yingdi feeling overwhelmed and at the same time wondering if all the suffering she had endured in the past was just for this moment of sweetness.

You should know that before they started dating, Jiang Wenhua was extremely stingy and would save money wherever possible. Even today, when he came home with her, he was wearing his work clothes.

Yet this same person was willing to give up what he valued most, saying he hoped to have no regrets...

Fang Yingdi sat on a large rock in the mountains, crying uncontrollably.