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

An Jiaren stared wide-eyed, her incredulous gaze landing on An Xiaoyue's lower abdomen.

She shook her head. "How could that be, baby?"

An Xiaoyue covered her sore nose and nodded firmly, "It's been two months."

An Jiaren opened her arms, "Come here, Mommy will give you a hug."

“Mom!” An Xiaoyue cried out, tears streaming down her face, and buried her face in her mother’s shoulder as she sobbed.

An Jiaren didn't speak, but gently patted her daughter's back.

Only now did I realize that the girl she had raised to be so slender and graceful was so thin that her shoulder blades were bare and painful to the touch.

An Jia was heartbroken.

In her mother's warm embrace, she smelled her mother's comforting scent.

An Xiaoyue vented her resentment at being fired from her part-time job, her confusion after becoming pregnant, and her grievances at not being able to make her own decisions about what to eat.

An Xiaoyue sat up, her voice clearly trembling with tears, "Mommy, aren't you angry?"

An Jiaren smiled, a very happy smile.

"When Mom found out you existed, I was so happy. I went straight to Jincheng with my one and only baby in my arms and gave birth to you. With you, Mom's days are as sweet as honey."

"Mommy~" An Xiaoyue's voice was soft, a kind of coquettishness she hadn't shown in a long time.

"Baby, tell Mommy, how did you come to be? And why did the hospital move Mommy to a special care ward?"

An Xiaoyue knew that explaining these things was the hardest part, and it wasn't something she could do by just being cute.

She lied to her mother about the one million yuan she received back then.

She said the money came from selling the house allocated to her by Jincheng School, and that the buyer knew about her mother's situation, which is why they didn't try to lower the price.

An Xiaoyue pursed her lips and cautiously began, "I had a relationship with someone more than two months ago."

"Did you encounter bad people?" An Jiaren asked anxiously and with heartache, examining her daughter's cheeks and neck.

"No, it was voluntary."

Knowing her mother was worried, An Xiaoyue explained very quickly.

“I just got my marriage certificate with that person this morning, and he arranged this whole thing. I know it’s wrong to do this. I’ve already decided to have an abortion, but he suddenly sent someone to get the marriage certificate from me today. I can’t bear to part with my child.”

An Xiaoyue didn't mention the medical expenses at all, afraid that her mother would overthink it or refuse treatment.

“Sweetie, you handled it very well. Mommy isn’t angry.” An Jiaren comforted her. “Mommy knows that you’ve been holding this in for a long time before you chose to tell me. I’m so happy that you were willing to talk to me about it.”

An Jiaren knew perfectly well that her daughter's subtle words were mostly for her mother's sake.

Lies are all because we love each other too much and care too much about each other.

Her precious child was the top scorer in the college entrance examination, just eight points shy of a perfect score, with a bright future ahead of him.

If it weren't for her sudden illness, my daughter's college years would have been wonderful, free, and enjoyable.

The staff dormitory can only be sold for a maximum of 600,000 yuan, and the property rights are jointly owned by her and her daughter. How can it be sold without her signature?

The daughter, being naive, thought that her mother wouldn't be able to see through her.

What kind of college student is so tired that they can fall asleep sitting on a stool?

He must have gone to work part-time.

My daughter has never experienced hardship since she was a child. She has hardly ever even touched a kitchen faucet. Now, because of her, she is forced to learn to work like an adult and start earning money.

How could she bear to blame her daughter? What did her daughter do wrong? Her daughter's mistake was that her illness came at the wrong time.

She greedily wanted to live one more day, to spend one more day with her daughter.

But every day she lives, her daughter suffers one more day.

She's ruining her daughter.

However, it's unclear who was the person who directly intervened to move her to the intensive care unit.

She changed her surname and name, and 23 years have passed. Her appearance has also changed, and probably no one will remember her.

“Mom.” An Xiaoyue pursed her lips upon hearing her mother’s words, tears welling up again. “I’ve been really worried for a long time. I was afraid you would be angry, afraid you would leave me alone.”

"Mommy understands, baby. It's okay, we need to look forward." An Jiaren didn't elaborate, wiping away her daughter's tears. "What's the name of the person you're marrying? Let Mommy see what he looks like."

What is your name?

An Xiaoyue couldn't remember.

When they got their marriage certificate, the bureau chief called him Mr. Fu, and she called him Mr. Fu too, without even knowing his real name.

They've already gotten their marriage certificate, but they don't even know each other's names.

That's really absurd.

An Xiaoyue took out the marriage certificate from the canvas bag, opened it, and handed it to An Jiaren.

Male: Fu Shengyang.

28 years old, which matches the age.

It's him.

An Jiaren glanced at the wedding photo without showing any emotion.

Neither of the two people in the photo are smiling.

The daughter had short hair and bright, watery eyes full of confusion, probably because someone had said something to her.

Fu Shengyang, however, remained serious, his handsome and noble face devoid of any emotion.

Looking at Fu Shengyang's face, An Jiaren was reminded of her friend Susie's voice and smile.

This poor child has had a tough time.

At the age when I was just beginning to understand things, the first thing I remembered was my mother's emotional breakdown and hysterical outburst.

Susie, our bond has continued.

The two children actually got married.

What was a joke back then has now become a reality.

Fate can be so mysterious sometimes, as if it were predetermined.

An Jiaren's eyes reddened as she thought of her friend.

Seeing that her mother still didn't respond, An Xiaoyue called out, "Mom?"

"It's alright, Mom is happy." An Jiaren smiled with relief. "He seems like a pretty good child."

"It's great." An Xiaoyue praised insincerely, "They handle everything very well, big and small."

An Jiaren returned the marriage certificate to her daughter, saying, "It's all over now, baby. Look forward and don't waste too much energy on what has already happened."

"it is good."

An Jiaren initially wanted to touch her daughter's abdomen, but remembering that she was ill, she instead held her daughter's hand.

"It's been two months. Have you experienced any discomfort?"

"Not yet."

"After you get pregnant, you need to buy anti-stretch mark oil and start applying it now. Don't wait until your belly is big to start using it, and also..."

An Jiaren is in better spirits today than yesterday, and she talks more.

She explained everything to An Xiaoyue, from precautions during pregnancy to how to take care of herself during postpartum confinement.

Although Fu Shengyang had arranged for a professional to handle the man, she still sat smiling by the bed, carefully taking notes of her mother's words in her notebook.

Before An Xiaoyue left, An Jiaren gave her the jade bracelet and jade pendant that she had taken off earlier.

She told her, "These were given to Mom by Grandma, and now Mom is giving them to you. No matter what, you must never sell these two things, understand?"

An Xiaoyue felt the jade in her hand was icy cold, seeping into her bones.

Stepping out of the ward, I felt much lighter because I had been honest with my mother.

She planned in her mind that she could call Lingxi after she got off work and tell her everything.

An Xiaoyue returned to Fuyuan around lunchtime, and Aunt Cui was already waiting at the door.

“Young Madam, the old master said that today is your marriage anniversary, and the whole family should eat together for dinner.”

"A family? Who are they?"

"Just the old master, the young master, and you."

Following the path she remembered, An Xiaoyue found Songtao Garden.

Fu Shengyang and his grandfather were already in the living room, talking to each other.

Grandpa Fu seemed very angry, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was waving his hands in the air.

An Xiaoyue stopped walking and did not continue.