Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Song Ping sighed and advised, âI know you donât expect Yu Yong to help you raise your child, but Song Xuan was born by you and Yu Yong after all. He also has a part of this child. Even if you donât want to see him, you have to let this child see his biological father, right?â
Song Yao didnât answer for a long time.
To be honest, even though she and Yu Yong had been divorced for so long, Song Yao still hated him in her heart now that she thought about it. She hated him for sending Baby Xuan away without her consent. She hated him for not coming to see the child for so long!
If she had a choice, she would rather have born Song Xuan alone!
However⦠Baby Xuan was Yu Yongâs biological son after all. Blood was thicker than water. It could not be changed.
Song Yao sighed and said, âDo you want to see your father?â
Baby Xuan blinked and nodded, not fully understanding.
Song Ping sighed. âYao, people canât be so selfish sometimes. You can change the childâs surname and prevent Yu Yong from seeing the child, but you have to let him know who his biological father is, right?â
Song Yao glanced at Song Xuan, who was eating quietly at the side. She rubbed his head and said, âBaby Xuan, can you accompany Mommy out tomorrow?â
Baby Xuan nodded and thought to himself, âIf only the handsome uncle who fed me was here!â
The next morning, after Song Yao and Auntie Liu made breakfast, they asked Song Xiao to send it to County No.l High School and returned to their room to change Song Xuan into a new set of clothes.
It had to be said that time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, seven months had passed. Not only had Baby Xuan grown up a lot, but he also knew how to call his mother.
Song Yao coaxed Baby Xuan into eating two calcium tablets. Baby Xuan blinked, looking extremely aggrieved.
âBitterâ¦â
Song Yao was amused by her son and stuffed another mouthful of sweet water into his mouth.
As expected, Baby Xuan stopped crying. He clapped his hands and smiled. âSweet!â
Song Yao rubbed Baby Xuanâs little head. At the thought of seeing Yu Yong later, Song Yaoâs expression instantly changed.
Gu Li, who was outside the door, had already changed her clothes. Seeing that Song Yao was carrying Baby Xuan and seemed to be in a bad mood, she went forward to comfort her. âWeâre just taking this opportunity to meet. Moreover, our family knows Yu Yongâs family. If something happens to their family, can we not go over and take a look?â
Gu Li went to tease Baby Xuanand said to Song Yao, âDonât listen to your fatherâs nonsense! What do you mean we have to know who his biological father is? Itâs fine to meet him! Thereâs no need to talk abol anything else! â
In the afternoon, the mother and daughter brought the fruit basket the county hospital to visit.
At that moment, Pang Jiao was still lying on the bed and munching 01 melon seeds. Chen Lian brought the chicken soup to Pang Jiao fawningly. âDrink this.â
Pang Jiao glared at her. âTake it away! Donât you know that I canât eat greasy food now?â
Chen Lianâs expression was ugly. âBut your body is weak now. You to eat something nutritiousâ¦â
âI already said Iâm not eating! Arenât you annoying!â Pang Jiao knocke over the bowl of chicken soup.
Chen Lian was pushed to the ground right on the heels of that, and two blisters appeared on her hands!
She hurriedly picked up the bowl and heard Pang Jiao say impatiently, âYou canât blame me for this. Who asked you to make chicken soup for me? Iâm warning you! If you dare to complain about me in front of your son, youâre dead!â
Chen Lian hugged her bowl and remained silent.
If Yu Yong hadnât been worried that Pang Jiaoâs body was weak and wanted her to make some soup for Pang Jiao, she wouldnât have needed to spend so much effort.
Chen Lian endured the wound on her hand and got up from the ground. Yu Yong returned from outside. Seeing Chen Lianâs aggrieved expression, he hurriedly went forward and asked, âMom, whatâs wrong?â
Before Chen Lian could say anything, Pang Jiao threw herself into Yu Yongâs arms. âYouâre finally back! You donât know, but Mom spilled chicken soup all over the bed just now! Does she not want me to be well?!â
Yu Yong frowned. When he looked again, the hot chicken soup had already dyed the hospitalâs white blanket wet. Even Pang Jiaojiaoâs tender skin had two red marks.
Thinking about how the usually delicate Pang Jiao had suffered so much since she followed him, Yu Yong felt very upset!
He glared at Chen Lian and said, âMom! How can you do this? Even you hate Jiaojiao for not being able to give birth to the child in her stomach, you shouldnât treat her like this! Her body needs nutritior now! Is this how you take care of her?â