When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

After visiting Lingxi's new house together, the two families had lunch together and then went to tourist attractions.

When they parted, even Teacher Zhong was very satisfied with the day's itinerary; the three adults had truly had a great time.

An Jiaren and An Xiaoyue returned to Fu Garden as night fell.

Fu Shengyang is also at the hospital tonight taking care of Grandpa Fu. An Xiaoyue clung to An Jiaren's side, saying, "Mommy, I want to sleep with you."

An Jiaren gently pinched her soft cheek, "You're all grown up now, why are you still clinging to your mother?"

“When I used to go back to Jincheng for holidays, I always slept with my mother.” An Xiaoyue held her mother’s hand and shook it.

Her adorable baby, how long has it been since she'd seen him?

An Jiaren's eyes were filled with endless pampering and compromise. "Then let Aunt Cui bring you some pajamas, take a bath, and sleep with Mom."

“Okay.” An Xiaoyue was delighted and went to her phone to call Aunt Cui.

At night, the streetlights outside streamed in through the window.

An Xiaoyue lay in bed, the scent of her mother filling her nostrils. She inhaled deeply and sighed, "It's been so long since I slept with my mother. Her bed is so warm, fragrant, and soft."

Seeing her happy expression, An Jiaren's smile deepened.

She applied lip balm before lying back down in bed.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk to Mom about?"

An Jiaren had already seen through her thoughts; it was hard for her to keep it to herself all day.

"As expected, nothing can escape Mom's eyes."

"Your words are getting sweeter and sweeter, aren't they?" An Jiaren teased her, her words carrying a hidden meaning.

However, An Xiaoyue was oblivious and only cared about what she wanted to know: "How did Mom know he was looking for you?"

The mother and daughter both knew perfectly well who he was.

After all, the matter of asking the bakery kid for help was only accomplished because Xiaoyue said she felt a little low blood sugar and wanted to eat bread, which allowed her to do so behind the backs of Zhong Lingxi and her family of three.

“Sheng Yang called me,” An Jiaren said frankly.

Some things, when the time comes, must be faced.

"Huh? Why hasn't he contacted me at all?"

An Jiaren rolled over, wrapped in the blanket, and faced her daughter, who was also lying on her side. "I told you, what are you going to do?"

When Teacher Zhou brought in the shirt, she urged Lingxi to hurry up, as Xiaoyue seemed to be feeling unwell.

She only learned after receiving Sheng Yang's call that her daughter was feeling unwell because she had seen her biological father.

"You started acting strange as soon as he appeared."

An Xiaoyue also recalled her reaction at the time. Although she tried her best to control it, Teacher Zhou had at least noticed something was wrong.

"So what does Mom plan to do?"

An Jiaren's loving gaze held a hint of appreciation. "Baby, you are Mommy's daughter, and Mommy loves you. I also believe that whether you are his daughter or not, he appreciates you just the same."

This needs no proof; Xiaoyue's apprenticeship at Zhongkang Hall and her eventual acceptance by the Leng family speaks volumes.

She was outstanding in herself, and was loved even though she was not related to the Leng family by blood.

If the Leng family knew about Xiaoyue's background, they would only like her more.

“Baby, there was no mistake in your birth. The whole mistake lies with your mother and her relationship with him. Once people know about your existence, his life will be turned upside down. Fu Wantang’s husband, Jiang Mianzhi, is a good example of this.”

An Xiaoyue understood her mother's meaning; Leng Shize's identity was extraordinary, and his reputation was more important than anything else.

"The path he's taken involves too many interests and considerations; a single mistake can have far-reaching consequences. His mother doesn't want his path to be blocked because of her own mistakes."

"So, baby, Mommy won't tell him your identity."

“Honey, Mommy is all better now. After the Spring Festival, Mommy will go back to Jincheng with Teacher Zhou and Teacher Zhong.”

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyue felt a dull ache in her chest.

What upset her wasn't that her mother didn't explain her identity.

She felt sorry for her mother, and also because her mother wanted to separate from her.

This separation felt subtly different from the previous ones.

Xiaoyue felt as if something was being lost between her and her mother.

If a father figure wasn't present during her upbringing, she could pretend not to care.

Once that person appears, she can't remain calm; she can't help but fantasize.

Like Lingxi and Teacher Zhong, take a walk in the sunset, climb mountains to pick wild fruits, ski and go diving together.

She also longed to be loved by her father.

However, compared to these things, she cared more about her mother's feelings.

She had witnessed her mother being harassed by a male colleague who knocked on her door and brandished a kitchen knife. She would close the door, hide under the covers, and cry, but the next day she would act as if nothing had happened and work with that person again.

She was also protected by her mother. At every parent-teacher meeting, her mother would dress up and tell all the parents that she was a senior teacher at Jincheng Middle School and that they could communicate more about their children's learning problems in the future.

With her mother being a teacher and her consistently top-ranking grades, no classmate dared to utter a single word about her not having a father.

She has grown up and become a mother.

Her life has basically taken a certain course, and her mother doesn't need to become stronger for her.

She also hopes that her mother can follow her own heart and live a good life.

"Mom, do you love him?" An Xiaoyue asked.

An Jiaren closed her eyes for a long time, her voice filled with endless melancholy. "What's the use of love?"

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze did not fall anywhere.

"Mom, I want you to live a peaceful life, I want you to laugh without restraint, I want you to live for yourself for once, without caring about what others say or how the world sees you, and live a good life for once."

As she spoke, she touched her mother's face.

"I can do without a father, I want a happy mother."

As long as her mother is happy, she is willing to compromise. Her background is in the past, and she can write her own future.

As soon as she finished speaking, An Jiaren was already in tears.

An Xiaoyue wasn't much better off; tears and snot were streaming down her face.

She was trying to comfort her mother, but in the end, her mother had to hand her a tissue.

An Jiaren's smile deepened. "Baby, I understand your feelings. I will consider it carefully."

Wiping away her tears, An Jiaren kissed her cheek.

"Go to sleep, it's getting late."

An Jiaren had just turned off the light and lay down in bed when the room lights came on again.

"Huh~" The night light turned on by itself.

She turned around and noticed that her daughter's phone was lit up.

"Who's calling you this late?" She handed the phone to An Xiaoyue. "Lingxi?"

An Xiaoyue opened her phone and said in a daze, "It's Fu Shengyang."