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

Hearing the door open, An Jiaren turned to look at the doorway, and a smile appeared on her face as soon as she saw An Xiaoyue.

"baby."

"Mom, Fu Shengyang is here."

After An Xiaoyue finished speaking, she stepped aside and let Fu Shengyang go in.

An Jiaren was momentarily dazed when she saw Fu Shengyang.

The Fu Shengyang before me was tall and broad-shouldered, completely different from the little boy I remembered.

In the past, when Susie was pregnant, Fu Shengyang would go out to play when he was tired. He would look for her.

The little boy stretched his arms high and pleaded in a childish voice, "Auntie, hug me."

That voice was so soft it melted your heart.

He also particularly loved eating rainbow candies, and would always sneak one into his mouth when the adults weren't looking.

He even stuck out his tongue for the adults to check, thinking he was very clever. Several adults looked at his stained tongue and forced themselves to suppress their laughter as they agreed with him.

But after all, he was still Sheng Yang, protected by his parents.

The current Fu Shengyang is mature and composed, with a detached and distant gaze, and no emotion on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Fu."

"Mom...Mom," Fu Shengyang stammered awkwardly.

The word "mother" had not appeared on Fu Shengyang's lips for 23 years, and the pronunciation felt particularly unfamiliar and difficult.

An Jiaren pointed to the sofa, "Sit down."

"it is good."

An Xiaoyue noticed Fu Shengyang's restraint and placed a bottle of mineral water in front of him.

"Xiaoyue, heat it up a bit, it's cold." An Jiaren said with a smile.

Before An Xiaoyue could speak, Fu Shengyang gently refused, "No need to trouble yourself, cold food is fine too."

An Xiaoyue pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh. It turned out that even Fu Shengyang felt uncomfortable meeting the parents.

An Jiaren saw her daughter's gloating and smiled even more broadly, "Mr. Fu, please do as you please."

Fu Shengyang placed his hands on his knees and nodded slightly. "Okay."

Fu Shengyang never expected that he would feel inexplicably nervous when meeting the girl's parents for the first time.

An Xiaoyue sat down by the bed and hadn't exchanged more than a few words with An Jiaren when a hospital caregiver came over to prepare to take An Jiaren to the operating room.

An Xiaoyue's originally calm heart grew more and more nervous as she got closer to the operating room, her heart pounding wildly in her throat.

Fu Shengyang is right, she can't help but panic.

Even without any unexpected events, Mom's emotions were already fluctuating.

The operating room door closed, and she watched for a few seconds before going to sit down in the waiting room and staring intently at the large screen.

The information scrolling on the screen is a report on the condition of each operating room and each patient.

Fu Shengyang got up several times during the call to answer phone calls in the corridor.

Even after he finished the online meeting, his mother's surgery was still not over.

The patients' family members around us have changed several times, but we still haven't heard the doctor call out "An Jiaren's family member".

An Xiaoyue crossed her legs under the chair, her heart filled with torment, and subconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes.

She clearly remembered that Dr. Wei said this surgery was not a major operation, so why did it take so long?

Fu Shengyang noticed her worry and tried to distract her by talking to her.

"I'll have Aunt Cui bring over some food. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"I'm fine with anything, you can arrange it." An Xiaoyue had no time to think about these things; she would just listen to whatever Fu Shengyang arranged.

Suddenly, a pair of warm, large hands appeared in her hands. "It'll be alright, don't scare yourself."

An Xiaoyue's gaze fell on his large hand; it was warm and felt very safe to hold.

"It's alright." Fu Shengyang ruffled her hair and got up to call Aunt Cui.

An Xiaoyue sat there blankly, feeling that something was quietly changing between her and Fu Shengyang.

Fleeting thoughts were hard to grasp; after an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard a sound.

"An Jiaren's family members."

An Xiaoyue stood up and walked towards the operating room door.

Fu Shengyang was in the corridor, closer to the operating room.

He held the phone in one hand, while his other hand rested on the hospital bed that had been pushed out.

Upon receiving An Jiaren, he put away his phone and asked her the question before she could, "Were there any unexpected complications during the surgery?"

"No, the patient is fine. The equipment malfunctioned, but we replaced it with a spare in time, so it did not affect the surgery."

After hearing this, An Xiaoyue smiled immediately, "Thank you."

The group then pushed the hospital bed back to the special care ward.

An Jiaren lay on the bed, completely listless, with a pale yellow complexion and grayish-white lips.

An Xiaoyue held her hand tightly, tears welling up in her eyes with heartache.

Her mother used to be as beautiful as a rose, but because of her illness, her cheeks are now sunken and her eyes are hollow.

An Jiaren couldn't muster any strength, her hands tightened slightly, and she shook her head gently to tell An Xiaoyue that she was alright.

Dr. Wei, the department director, and hospital leaders whom An Xiaoyue had never met before were talking to Fu Shengyang about postoperative complications and care.

An Xiaoyue wasn't listening; she already knew everything the doctor was saying.

She had even rehearsed her mother's surgery countless times in her mind over the past few days.

A large group of people left, and Fu Shengyang returned to sit on the sofa.

Twenty minutes later, Cui's mother arrived carrying the food box.

Cui's mother was very sensible and did not glance in the direction of the hospital bed.

Cui's mother wiped the small table carefully, then placed the food boxes on it and opened them one by one.

"Young Master, Young Madam, dinner is ready."

The only stool in the ward had already been given to Cui's mother; there were no extra stools, only a sofa.

Just as she was hesitating whether to sit next to Fu Shengyang, Fu Shengyang shifted his noble backside and patted the seat next to him, "Sit here."

As soon as An Xiaoyue sat down, Fu Shengyang placed a bowl of soup in front of her, saying, "You haven't drunk much water today, so this is hot."

"Aunt Cui, arrange for someone quick and efficient to come to the hospital to keep you company."

He took care of her so naturally that An Xiaoyue even had the illusion that Fu Shengyang liked her.

“Yes,” Aunt Cui replied.

The meals were all portioned out, and she didn't need to serve the young mistress any food.

She sat to one side, and only now did she have time to glance at the person in the hospital bed.

At that one glance, her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked again carefully.

The person on the bed was wearing a nasal cannula, and her complexion was an abnormal yellow, but her eyes were bright and smiling, a smile that she knew all too well.

"Jia..." She opened her mouth, but before she could utter a sound, she saw the person on the bed furrow her brows slightly and shake her head.

Cui Ma immediately fell silent, and the two looked at each other from afar, both thinking of the deceased.

Cui Ma's eyes were red at the corners, and her nose felt sore.

Miss Jiaren, the lady's closest friend during her lifetime.

In the final days of her life, the person who accompanied her the most was Miss Jiaren.

I never imagined that 23 years after my wife's passing, I would have the chance to meet her friends again.

Now, it's been 23 years since Miss Jiaren disappeared.

No wonder she always felt that the young mistress was gentle and kind, spoke softly and gently, and seemed familiar; it turned out she was Miss Jiaren's daughter.

After many twists and turns, the mothers' bond was continued through their two children.

Cui Ma had a lot to say to Miss Jiaren, but now was not the time, so she had to keep quiet as if nothing was wrong.

Fu Shengyang ate quickly. He put down his empty bowl and said, "I have a meeting this afternoon, so I'm going to work now."

"Okay." An Xiaoyue swallowed back the thank you that almost slipped out.

She remembered everything Fu Shengyang said: he did all this for the sake of the child.

An Xiaoyue finished eating all the food in front of her before she was done.

For her, eating is no longer a pleasure, but a way to have a healthy body and nourish her baby.

"Aunt Cui, I've finished eating. You can take it back now. Thank you for making the trip."

"You're too kind, young mistress."

"Mr. Fu asked me to select a caregiver with a strong sense of responsibility for the next three days."

Her original intention was to stay with her mother. In the past, when her mother was critically ill, she was the one who stayed by her side night after night.

However, she knew in her heart that Fu Shengyang would never agree to her doing so.

"Young Madam, it's almost time. I'll have the driver take you to school first. I'll stay with Mrs. An and wait for the caregiver from home to arrive."

An Xiaoyue checked the time and realized it was time to head to school.

She came with Fu Shengyang in the morning; Shang Qi didn't come with her.

"Okay, I'll go to class now."

An Xiaoyue and An Jiaren exchanged a few words before reluctantly leaving.

"Aunt Cui, if anything happens, be sure to call me immediately."

"Alright, young mistress, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Mrs. An myself."