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

Fu Shengyang carried An Xiaoyue back to the Waterside Residence.

Place her on the sofa. "Now try moving your legs?"

An Xiaoyue lifted her leg; she already had the strength.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that there were no major problems.

"Did you catch a cold?" Fu Shengyang rubbed her legs, unable to find the cause. "Why are your legs suddenly uncomfortable? Are you calcium deficient?"

An Xiaoyue pursed her lips, lowered her head, and dared not meet Fu Shengyang's gaze. "I don't know."

Unable to tell Fu Shengyang all her thoughts along the way, she could only lie.

Fu Shengyang got her some hot water and changed her outdoor shoes into comfortable woolen slippers.

"Sheng Yang, are there any problems with the prenatal checkup reports?" An Xiaoyue asked uncertainly, holding her water glass.

She was conceived by a close relative.

The fact that she doesn't express certain genes doesn't mean they don't exist.

What if a recessive gene is passed on to someone lucky?

She was scared.

Therefore, she had to make sure that Luck was alright.

Fu Shengyang continued with his actions, a fleeting hesitation in his dark eyes before his gaze fell on An Xiaoyue.

She sat there quietly with her head down, looking helpless and bewildered.

After a moment of contemplation, Fu Shengyang had already made up his mind.

"I thought about it, and everything seems normal. The doctor didn't order any special tests, so there shouldn't be any problem."

An Xiaoyue was still worried. What if there was a chromosomal genetic disease that the equipment couldn't detect?

“Sheng Yang…”

"I'm here."

An Xiaoyue bit her lip, hesitating to speak.

Fu Shengyang is such a good person, he is very outstanding, he is caring, and he is thorough in his work.

He already has a hard life, and he shouldn't be hurt anymore.

She couldn't bear it, and forced a smile, "I'm fine now, you go and take care of Grandpa."

Fu Shengyang's sleeves were still rolled up; he must have been washing his grandfather's face and feet.

His forearm muscles were long and strong, with veins running along his fair skin.

“There are people guarding Grandpa’s place. I’ll carry you upstairs. If you’re worried about Mom, I’ll go to Hongshan Hall.”

An Xiaoyue said gratefully, "That would be best."

Fu Shengyang carried her upstairs and helped Xiaoyue change into her pajamas.

He put on a coat before heading to Hongshan Hall.

Xiao Gao was tidying up the kitchen when he saw him arrive. He greeted him politely, "Greetings, young master."

How is Mrs. An?

"The fever has subsided, and she slept all afternoon. She's knitting a sweater now. I'll make some apple and pear water for my wife to drink tonight."

"You do your thing, I'm coming to check on her."

As Fu Shengyang spoke, he walked towards An Jiaren's room.

An Jiaren was indeed in much better spirits, sitting on a beanbag chair with a white knitted hat adorned with cute strawberry patterns.

Hearing footsteps, An Jiaren looked up, her eyes filled with a loving smile, "Sheng Yang."

Fu Shengyang sat down on the small stool opposite her. "Xiaoyue came back after dinner, she was a little tired, and she was worried about you, so I came to check on you."

"It's nothing, don't worry," An Jiaren said in a normal tone.

"Mom, if there are gatherings like today in the future, and you don't want to have contact with the Leng family, you can tell me. Don't hurt yourself, Xiaoyue will be scared."

An Jiaren's hand slipped, and she missed several stitches in an instant.

She tried to smooth things over, saying, "What are you saying, child? I really did have a cold. The Leng family saved my life, so why wouldn't I want to be around them?"

She remained calm, picked up the crochet hook, and began to mend the wound little by little.

Fu Shengyang's gaze was piercing. "Because you are Leng Jiaren, a good friend of my mother Susie."

"Bell~"

The crochet hook fell to the ground, making a sound.

An Jia swallowed awkwardly, clutching her woolen hat, her voice hoarse, "When did you find out?"

"The suspicions started a long time ago, but the confirmation came just now."

Fu Shengyang stared at An Jiaren's face, searching his memory for similar features and voices, and felt a growing familiarity with An Jiaren in front of him.

“Xiaoyue told me that the poison you were poisoned with was the same as mine. I was poisoned by Fu Wantang. This kind of poison is difficult to cure and rare. So I suspected your relationship with Fu Wantang at the time.”

As Fu Shengyang spoke, many details came to mind; if he had paid a little more attention, he could have noticed them much earlier.

"During dinner today, Uncle Leng mentioned his lost younger sister, and I suddenly thought of you. We have the same pronunciation of the name, only the surname is different."

It was Xiaoyue's reaction just now that confirmed his guess.

After Xiaoyue felt unwell, she was only concerned about whether there were any problems with the lucky prenatal checkup results.

She desperately wanted to ask, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

She had to swallow her worries and bear them alone.

"Does Xiaoyue know?" An Jiaren's biggest worry was whether Xiaoyue would be sad if she knew, or whether she would blame her for giving birth to her.

“She’s so smart, she’s already guessed it, she just didn’t say it.” Fu Shengyang didn’t hide it from her.

We'll be living together in Fu Garden from now on, so there's no need for us to keep secrets from each other as a family.

An Jiaren, exhausted and with no heart for knitting a woolen hat, set it aside and stood up.

The past is too painful to recall. The night that day was just like this now, neither fully dark nor fully obscured.

“I drank Fu Wantang’s water and was about to go home when someone was standing next to my car. I didn’t dare to get in.”

“I know there’s something wrong with the water. Fu Wantang is trying to harm me. I have no choice but to come back and ask my older brother and my father for help.”

"But one of them is with your father, and the other is with your grandfather."

“I got a ride with a friend I trust, and she took me home.”

“My second brother, who was supposed to be working abroad, was at home. Our whole family thought he had left. I guess Fu Wantang also thought he was not here and no one was watching me, so she carried out the plan.”

Having also been framed by Fu Wantang, Fu Shengyang knew all too well the horrors of drugs.

"The Leng family raised me for over twenty years..."

An Jiaren spoke of the past with deep remorse, covering her face and sobbing.

“My second brother studied languages ​​diligently and finally became a diplomat. That was his childhood dream, and I can’t ruin his reputation.”

Her existence will only harm my second brother and hinder his development.

"I had no choice but to leave Beijing. Only after I had settled everything did I discover that I was pregnant with Xiaoyue."

After listening, Fu Shengyang remained standing.

He can't understand people who leave for the sake of others.

Everything can be resolved; running away is the most irresponsible thing to do.

But that wasn't his decision, and he didn't care. The only person he cared about was Xiaoyue.

"How has Xiaoyue's health been since she was a child?" This was his real purpose in coming to Hongshan Hall.

An Jiaren slowly turned around, her tearful eyes fixed on Fu Shengyang, trying to understand the meaning behind his question.

Fu Shengyang added, "Xiaoyue is worried that there might be something wrong with Xingyun. I don't want her to live in fear and anxiety like my mother did."

Pregnant women are sensitive, vulnerable, and prone to overthinking. Even intelligent daughters are no exception.

“I am not the biological daughter of the Leng family. I am an adopted daughter and have no blood relation with the Leng family.”

Fu Shengyang nodded, "I'll find a way to tell Xiaoyue."

"Sheng Yang, don't mention my matter to the Leng family," An Jiaren pleaded.

"I won't interfere in your affairs; Fu Garden will always be your home."

"Thank you, Sheng Yang."

"Whether you are my mother-in-law or Aunt Jiaren, you are someone I should repay and take care of."

An Jiaren cried and then laughed, "It's so good, Sheng Yang, it's so good."

Susie, do you see that?

Sheng Yang is so handsome.

You should be happy and joyful too.