Chapter 110◇

◎The father leaves, the son remains; the mother's status rises with the son's.◎

Every day, smoke curls from the chimneys of Jinghua Courtyard. Feng Ran's appetite has returned, and she eats whatever she wants, regardless of whether it's sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, or meaty. But Duan Jingchuan is suffering. Perhaps the flavors are too strong, because Duan Jingchuan hasn't been able to eat well for several meals. Now, he feels nauseous at the mere mention of fish.

Feng Ran felt sorry for Duan Jingchuan and suggested, "Why don't you dine with your father?"

Duan Jingchuan's face was pale, and his eyes were slightly red from gagging. He forced a smile and said, "It's alright." He then pursed his lips and clenched his teeth, afraid that if he uttered two more words, he would gag again.

Feng Ran quickly offered a cup of tea, puzzled, "I'm the one who's pregnant, so why are you having morning sickness?"

Duan Jingchuan took the tea, but didn't dare to drink much. He only took a small sip to barely suppress the itch in his throat before continuing, "It's better than you not being able to eat."

In just over half a month, Duan Jingchuan lost a lot of weight. He consulted several doctors, who all said his symptoms were similar to those of morning sickness in women and that there was nothing seriously wrong. They told him to just eat a light diet with less oil and salt every day.

However, ever since Feng Ran became pregnant, she has been craving strong flavors, which has put Duan Jingchuan in a difficult position. He wants to stay with Feng Ran, but he also secretly resents his own body for being so uncooperative.

There was nothing she could do but control her appetite and try not to eat anything too strong-flavored. Anyway, she wasn't picky about food; she just wanted to be full.

But to everyone's surprise, Feng Ran, who was not picky about food in her normal life, became noticeably more discerning after having a child.

The first two days were fine, but on the third day, seeing the table full of steamed and boiled dishes, she couldn't help but shed tears. She didn't want to, but she just couldn't control herself.

This terrified Duan Jingchuan. Ignoring the nausea churning in his chest, he hurriedly asked, "Madam, what's wrong? Don't cry!"

While wiping away the tears that welled up in her eyes, Feng Ran said aggrievedly, "I'm craving it."

This time, Feng Ran truly lived up to her reputation as a glutton. No matter how elaborately she prepared the food she had eaten before, she had no appetite for it. She was also very easily hungry and would start crying if she couldn't eat something delicious right away.

Jinghua Courtyard was now quite lively. One person was drooling with cravings, while the other was nauseous and vomiting. Old Marquis Duan, disregarding his own white hair from self-reproach, began shamelessly inquiring around for any rare and exotic delicacies he could find, hoping to bring them into the mansion.

For the first time, everyone else in the manor felt that Jinghua Courtyard had become more lively. Basically, everyone who could help would cook a couple of dishes and send them over to see if they could soothe the two people's fragile emotions and stomachs.

Duan Jingyin did the same. After hearing about Qin Shi's situation, Duan Jingyin locked herself in her room for a long time, asked about Qin Shi's whereabouts, and secretly sent many things to Jinghua Courtyard.

In her words, although Madam Qin had made mistakes, she was a true loving mother to her. She couldn't disown her mother just because she had made a mistake. Therefore, she would do her best to tell her mother that there was still someone in the household who cared about her.

Duan Jingyin's feelings towards Duan Jingchuan were even more complicated. The relationship between the siblings, which had just eased, had once again plummeted to a freezing point because of Qin Shi.

She knew in her heart that the consequences for her mother were not Duan Jingchuan's fault. It was because her mother had asked to leave the mansion and was too selfish, wanting to put people around Duan Jingchuan, that Duan Jingchuan was so angry that he humiliated her on the spot. As for Granny Feng, she really deserved to die.

To be honest, if these things happened to her, she would wish she didn't have this mother. Putting herself in his shoes, how could she blame Duan Jingchuan for being heartless?

She just didn't know how to face Duan Jingchuan. Although they came from the same family, their lives were worlds apart. She was afraid that if Duan Jingchuan saw her, he would think of unhappy things.

Feng Ran is pregnant, and Duan Jingyin wanted to visit her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Upon hearing about the recent situation at Jinghua Courtyard, she couldn't sit still any longer. She used her mediocre culinary skills, along with her maid Lamei, to make some unusual snacks. These snacks had previously been praised by Feng Ran; she wondered if they would be palatable now.

As for what to send to Duan Jingchuan, that really stumped Duan Jingyin, as she wasn't very good at cooking.

Wax Plum had a sudden inspiration and said, "Miss, why don't we make a hawthorn and pear soup? It's sour and refreshing and appetizing. I've heard that pregnant women drink this."

Duan Jingyin asked in confusion, "It's for my second brother, how can it be made into a soup for women?"

Lamei smiled and said, "Miss, this is called doing the opposite of what we're doing. Since the Second Young Master is experiencing morning sickness, we should naturally use the same methods as those used for morning sickness."

Duan Jingyin thought it made sense, so the two of them prepared a meal for pregnant women, specially for Duan Jingchuan.

Because the two of them had such discerning palates, they moved their dining place from Jinghua Courtyard to a side hall of the Dingbei Marquis's residence for the first time.

The two sat at separate tables, and the chefs were divided into two rows, one serving dishes to Feng Ran and the other serving dishes to Duan Jingchuan.

It wasn't that they hadn't considered separating the two, but Duan Jingchuan felt even more nauseous if he couldn't see Feng Ran for even a moment, so he had no choice but to have them sit as far apart as possible.

Now things have changed. The people in the manor are now eating separately by men and women. The women are sitting on Feng Ran's side, and the men are sitting on Duan Jingchuan's side, separated by a row of flowers, just like the Chu-Han border.

Feng Ran served a spicy shrimp dish, and Duan Jingchuan immediately served a boiled shrimp dish.

Feng Ran remained expressionless, plucking out the shrimp's tail and head, stuffing them into her mouth like she was gnawing on a large radish, chewing them without any expression of joy or anger.

The cook blushed, knowing that this was not to his master's liking.

Feng Ran was indeed not difficult to please. Even if the food she cooked was not very good, she would not blame them for not liking it. She would eat whatever she could eat. However, she would shed tears while eating, which made them feel extremely guilty. They wished they could use all their skills to serve this very good-natured master well.

Duan Jingchuan's situation was even simpler. Despite the table full of dishes, none of them were prepared for him. The only thing he had to eat that night was a bowl of slightly salty vegetable porridge.

The way he frowned after taking a sip made even Old Marquis Duan's teeth ache; he wished he could pinch his nose and force-feed him the drink.

Duan Jingyin said hesitantly, "Lamei has prepared two side dishes. Why don't you and your brother and sister-in-law try them?"

This was the first time Duan Jingyin had left her room to dine with them since that incident.

Seeing that the girl in front of her seemed to have come to her senses, Feng Ran naturally gave her face. As if fleeing from an execution ground, she quickly threw down her chopsticks and said expectantly, "What did you make? Let me try it!"

Duan Jingyin opened the food box, and on top of it was a bowl of hawthorn and pear soup with a pungent sour smell.

Upon smelling the aroma, Feng Ran's delicate nose wrinkled. "Ugh, it's so sour!"

Duan Jingyin quickly opened the second layer and took out the Pearl White Jade Soup and a few snacks.

"Second sister-in-law, this is for you, try it." Then she added, "I read in a medical book that pregnant women can eat these."

Looking at the white and green dishes in front of her, which were both refreshing and appealing, Feng Ran's long-dormant appetite stirred. She waved her hands repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, I have an iron stomach, I can eat anything without any problems."

Duan Jingchuan, who was being tortured on the other side, saw that Feng Ran had a taste of food and smiled gently at Duan Jingyin, "Thank you for your trouble, sister."

Duan Jingyin immediately ran over with the first layer of the food box, looking a little embarrassed, and said, "I also prepared some for my second brother. Let's see if he can still eat it?"

The moment the lid was opened, the men at the table gasped, wishing they could retreat a hundred feet away – this was just too sour!

Everyone looked at the bowl of sour, reddish-brown soup with suspicion, wondering to themselves, "Could it be that Duan Jingyin is deliberately playing a trick on Duan Jingchuan?"

However, Duan Jingchuan didn't find the soup strange. Instead, he felt inexplicably hungry. He hadn't felt this kind of craving for food in a long time. He couldn't help but take a spoonful and then another, his eyes and brows filled with joy.

"Thank you, sister. I really like it."

This left everyone, from close relatives to the chefs, completely stunned. The chefs, in particular, were inwardly screaming, "So you actually like pregnant women's meals! Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

To everyone's astonishment, Duan Jingchuan finished the bowl of soup, which looked very sour, and even ate a few flatbreads.

Seeing that Duan Jingchuan was enjoying his meal, Feng Ran also gave him face and ate all the food that Duan Jingyin had brought.

The doctor said that the first three months of pregnancy are a critical time, and the entire Marquis's mansion was watching Feng Ran's belly closely, fearing that something might go wrong.

Unexpectedly, after two months of observation, Feng Ran was still lively and energetic, not only without morning sickness, but also a bit plumper.

Duan Jingchuan was so affected by the various reactions that he lost a lot of weight and his appearance was no longer as handsome as before.

When the three-month period was up, it was as if some shackles had been broken. Duan Jingchuan's spirits improved visibly. However, Feng Ran's movements were not as convenient. This was because she had been eating a lot during this period, and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. Even Doctor Li couldn't help but advise her to eat less to avoid suffering during childbirth.

Duan Jingchuan took the doctor's words as gospel and strictly controlled Feng Ran's diet, remaining unmoved no matter how much she pleaded or acted cute.

"Husband, feel it, I've gotten so thin I've developed abs." Feng Ran rubbed her belly and complained to Duan Jingchuan with a wronged expression.

Duan Jingchuan looked at Feng Ran's hands, which were constantly causing trouble on his abdomen, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

With a long arm around her, he placed his large hand on Feng Ran's slightly protruding belly and said gently, "My dear! After the baby is born, whatever delicacies you want to eat, I will bring them to you."

When Shi Fusheng came in, he saw the two of them being all lovey-dovey. He picked up his folding fan and covered one eye. "I say, you two are practically conjoined twins. You should stop giving those girls in the yard such dirty looks."

Duan Jingchuan's skin was getting thicker and thicker in this regard. When he saw Shi Fusheng arrive, he merely raised an eyebrow slightly and said indifferently, "Brother Shi is here, please have a seat!"

Feng Ran reluctantly withdrew her hand and asked curiously, "Are you two still in contact?"

This question makes it sound as if the two of them are having some kind of secret affair.

Shi Fusheng snapped his folding fan shut and lightly tapped Feng Ran's head. "You heartless wretch! One word from your man and I, your fake brother, almost broke my legs running around. You have no idea what I've done?"

"I know! Weren't you chasing after your air freshener the whole way?" Feng Ran glared at Shi Fusheng with dissatisfaction, then ran to Duan Jingchuan for comfort.

That's a really apt description. Shi Fusheng remained silent, his face expressionless, and said, "We're out of air freshener now, how about I share half of your man with you?"

Duan Jingchuan's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Could it be that Brother Shi has fallen to the point where even marrying into a family would be looked down upon?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Fusheng immediately flew into a rage, "How dare you say that!"

It turns out that whether it was getting married or marrying into the family, Shi Fusheng only listened to Duan Jingchuan and Feng Ran's words and never thought deeply about it. So he went to their door to recommend himself like a fool.

Now things have gotten really complicated. The Chunyu siblings almost mistook him for a swindler. In the past few days, he has seen people coming and going to the Chunyu family to propose marriage, each boasting about their immense wealth, bright future, and upright character.

But look at him again? Empty-handed, penniless, and glib-tongued—what girl would like him?

Duan Jingchuan hit the nail on the head, "So you really have fallen for Miss Chunyu."

Like Feng Ran, Shi Fusheng possessed an excellent quality: honesty. He arrogantly retorted, "That's right, so what? Thanks to you, my journey to win over my wife has been fraught with difficulties. Shouldn't you two bear some responsibility?"

Shi Fusheng had a good plan. The Chunyu siblings and the unreliable fake sister's family had a close relationship. Ordinary families would have a matchmaker to mediate marriage proposals. If he were to find a matchmaker, who would be more suitable than these two?

Besides, he wasn't truly poor. Unlike Feng Ran, who was penniless and couldn't afford to rely on her husband for support, he was indeed powerless in terms of social status.

His reason for coming today was simple, and he said matter-of-factly, "You two need to help me get married into the Chunyu family."

Upon hearing the word "marry," Feng Ran merely raised an eyebrow and secretly sighed, thinking that Shi Fusheng was a sensible person, much like she had expected.

This was the first time Duan Jingchuan had heard this idea. He accidentally bit his tongue hard and looked Shi Fusheng up and down carefully. He found that this older brother who came halfway through his life did indeed seem like a freeloader.

Seeing that the two did not react, Shi Fu angrily slammed his folding fan on the table, "How are you going to make it up to me? Have you thought about it yet?"

Duan Jingchuan instinctively covered Feng Ran's ears and gently scolded, "Keep your voice down."

Shi Fusheng rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, her belly is as stable as it gets. She'll definitely give you a lively and healthy baby."

Seeing Shi Fusheng's serious expression, Duan Jingchuan pondered for a moment, "I can't help you much with this, the important thing is that Miss Chunyu will take a liking to you."

Shi Fusheng slumped his shoulders. "How could I not understand such a simple principle? These past few days, my future elder brother has been guarding against me like a thief. I haven't even seen a single hair on Miss Chunyu's head."

"That's easy. Tomorrow I'll send an invitation to Lanlan to come over. If you can win her over, I guarantee I'll make you into a beautiful woman and marry you into the Chunyu family." Feng Ran patted her chest, extremely satisfied with this marriage proposal.

Duan Jingchuan naturally couldn't let Feng Ran do that.

Now, the two siblings Chunyu rely on each other for survival. Feng Ran's actions are tantamount to bypassing Chunyu Zhu and directly interfering in Chunyu Lan's marriage.

Even if their relationship is still good, they still need to maintain a proper distance.

When it comes to interpersonal relationships, Feng Ran has always been obedient, doing whatever Duan Jingchuan says.

Since Shi Fusheng had spoken up, Duan Jingchuan naturally wouldn't sit idly by. So he wrote a letter to Chunyu Zhu, explaining the reasons and leaving the rest to him to decide how to handle the situation.

After discussing their personal matters, Feng Ran and the others went to the study. Only after the servants withdrew did she ask, "How is Huang Que now?"

Shi Fusheng smiled and said, "I thought you had your own child, and I forgot about the poor little thing you picked up."

Feng Ran retorted, "It's not that I'm afraid of getting into trouble; I would never dare to mention him normally."

Shi Fusheng said smugly, "With me with him, what could possibly happen? He's already back where he belongs. From now on, he'll be living under his father's nose, which is none of our business."

The topic abruptly ended, and Shi Fusheng suddenly asked, "That poor little brother, I'm afraid he doesn't have long to live, do you know that?"

Poor little brother, isn't that the Crown Prince!

Duan Jingchuan and Feng Ran looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never heard of any abnormalities in the Crown Prince's health, so how could this be?

Xi Qingshi Fusheng was unaware of this; he only glanced at it from afar.

"As you know, my brother and I can see some unusual things. If you don't believe me, you can take me, your fake sister, to see for yourself."

Although Feng Ran was surprised, she was not unexpected. "Isn't this normal? Some fortunes rise and fall. When I first found that poor little thing, it was almost lifeless. Later, I raised it better and better and returned it safely. If the poor little thing in your eyes has no problems, it can only mean that its fortune is rising."

Shi Fusheng stroked his chin, imagining that if he could ask the poor little thing to be his matchmaker, wouldn't that be the only one of its kind in the world?

Duan Jingchuan guessed Shi Fusheng's fantasies and directly retorted, "The poor little thing you're talking about is only six years old this year."

The conversation abruptly ended, and there was nothing more to say.

As for what Shi Fusheng said, Feng Ran and Duan Jingchuan had no curiosity whatsoever, and even planned to have the people of the Dingbei Marquis's Mansion avoid the people of the Crown Prince's Mansion whenever they saw them.

It wasn't that they didn't trust Shi Fusheng, but rather that they trusted him too much. The Marquis of Dingbei's residence was in a somewhat awkward position; it was best to avoid contact with the Crown Prince's people as much as possible.

Feng Ran also suggested, "Anyway, my relationship with my family is just a pretense, so let's keep my pregnancy a secret!"

Upon hearing the couple's decision, Lord Duan said enigmatically, "They have a keen sense of smell, but their vision is a bit narrow. Prime Minister Wu has given birth to a fine daughter."

At first, Feng Ran thought that the old Marquis Duan was praising her, but no matter how she thought about it, something didn't feel right. When she saw the old Marquis Duan's mocking face, Feng Ran was certain that he was not talking to her.

There was only one person who could catch the eye of her father-in-law: Wu Fengqing, the Crown Prince's concubine.

Feng Ran quietly inquired, "Could it be that she has grown up and wants to leave the father and keep the son, hoping to gain status through the son?"

Pfft! Lord Duan spat out a mouthful of tea, staring blankly at Feng Ran, like a chicken that had been beaten senseless by a club.

Duan Jingchuan quickly processed his shock and turned to question Feng Ran, "Is the sign of progress simply leaving the father behind?"

Feng Ran's eyes curved into a smile as she said in a serious tone, "No, the real skill is to marry a wealthy old man with no children. Once her husband dies, she can immediately become a rich landlady who can do whatever she wants."

If it weren't for the fact that Lord Duan's bull-like eyes were still staring at her, she would have said directly, "Raise ten or eight puppies, one to massage my shoulders, one to rub my back, one to dance, one to sing, and one to cook tea and rice. Wouldn't life be wonderful?"

Seeing the two still joking around in front of him, Old Marquis Duan cleared his throat and said coldly, "If you want to know the truth, go and find out for yourself. Don't get in the way of this old man."

During this time, Lord Duan had been depressed, which Duan Jingchuan and Feng Ran had noticed, but they didn't know how to comfort him.

Are you suggesting that Duan Jingchuan say, "I don't care, Father did nothing wrong"?

That's unrealistic. Moreover, what Lord Duan blames himself for is not that Duan Jingchuan didn't forgive him, but that he hates himself for his dereliction of duty back then.

A few days ago, the father and son were so busy—one was vomiting, and the other was busy finding delicious food—that they forgot about their awkwardness with each other. Now that everything is back on track, they're actually finding it harder to be comfortable with each other.

Feng Ran subtly touched the little bean in her belly and said with worry, "Father, everyone says that a child will resemble whoever teaches them when they are young. But look at my husband and me, neither of us has your upright character. After the child is born, please take good care of him, lest he learn my husband's gentleness and restraint, and with my lack of learning and skills, he will become a dull-witted person with an empty head?"

At first, Lord Duan was a little embarrassed by Feng Ran's praise, but after hearing the rest, he felt that what Feng Ran said made a lot of sense. One of these two people was too soft-hearted, and the other had the courage, but not the brain. Could such parents raise their grandson well?

He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of your children's education from now on."

Seeing that Old Marquis Duan didn't keep calling her "grandson," Feng Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that people in this era valued carrying on the family line. Although she didn't know whether the baby in her belly was a boy or a girl, she didn't want her child to experience gender-based preferential treatment or discrimination at such a young age.

After Feng Ran and the other person left, Lord Duan immediately summoned Old Li.

He rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation, and said, "In seven months, Jingchuan's child will be born. What do you think I should teach him first? Should I teach him to do horse stance or the Three Character Classic?"

Old Li's face twitched, and he said helplessly, "My lord, these things can only be taught after the age of three."

Lord Duan was taken aback. "Yes, what's the logic behind that?" he asked. "What should we teach them before they turn three?"

Although he had several children, he had never cared about any of them growing up, so he was unaware of these matters. Since Feng Ran had directly asked him for help, he naturally felt obligated to take on the responsibility of raising the next generation; Old Marquis Duan was full of confidence.

This presented a real challenge for Old Li, as he had never been married or had children.

Lord Duan waved his hand, "Never mind, I'll find a few more nannies to come over in a few days. They are certainly experienced, and I'll learn from them."

Without waiting for Old Li's reply, he took out a blank booklet and neatly wrote on it, "Grandchildren's Handbook".

Seeing that Lord Duan was no longer hesitant and looked radiant with boundless energy, Old Li simply didn't say much. He just instructed his servants to prepare several more books about children and send them over.

Instead of a kitchen, a small playground was built in the north courtyard of the Marquis of Dingbei's residence.

This was inspired by Feng Ran, and Lord Duan thought that there would be more and more children in the manor in the future, so how could there be no fun for children?

Therefore, the first amusement park in this dynasty was born from Feng Ran's few words.

During the months that Feng Ran was pregnant, Duan Yuche got married, and Aunt Wang also arranged a marriage for Duan Yutang, who was to be married off to Duan Yuxia at the end of the year.

It is said that when Duan Yutang got engaged, there was a commotion, but it was Old Monkey King Duan who suppressed Duan Yutang.

"Didn't Father always stay out of his children's marriages? Why is he being so arbitrary this time?" Feng Ran asked, puzzled.

In her view, Lord Duan was a relatively democratic father. Except for Duan Jingchuan, who acted on impulse and asked the emperor for a marriage, all the others would carefully consider each other before getting engaged and would only agree to the marriage after receiving their consent.

How come when it came to Duan Yutang, it turned into pressing her neck to drink water?

Duan Jingchuan knew Feng Ran's gossipy nature, so he instructed his subordinates every day to collect anecdotes and interesting stories to tell Feng Ran, fearing that she might get bored and try to tease him in various ways.

He was never afraid of being teased, but things were different now. Feng Ran was heavily pregnant, and even if he set fire to the roof, there was nowhere to put it out.

“The younger sister is ambitious and wants to be sisters with Madam’s sister.” This news was also within his purview, so Duan Jingchuan answered readily.

"What? She actually took a fancy to the Crown Prince too! Does this Crown Prince have three heads and six arms? Or can eating him grant immortality?"

Feng Ran couldn't understand what kind of incense bowl was that made people flock to it, even if it meant becoming an unknown concubine.

"Madam, please slow down!" Duan Jingchuan looked at Feng Ran's belly and was truly terrified.

She was only six months old, and her toes were already invisible. Doctor Li was kept at home by him, taking her pulse every day, afraid that something might go wrong with Feng Ran's health.

He carefully pulled her into his arms. Her slender waist, which he used to be able to encircle with one hand, was no longer there. He could only use both hands to support Feng Ran's waist slightly to make her feel more comfortable.

Feng Ran stuck out her tongue. To be honest, apart from her larger belly, she didn't feel anything different.

Her belly looks huge now, but it doesn't actually hinder her movements. The baby inside is also lazy; she hasn't even grabbed it to do anything yet. So she often forgets that there's another baby in her belly who requires her to be careful.

Ever since Feng Ran's pregnancy stabilized, Duan Jingchuan would spend time every morning and evening helping her walk around the mansion and stretch her muscles.

After helping Feng Ran steady, he slowly said, "In the end, the pursuits of women and men are no different. Some men pursue fame and fortune, and naturally some women pursue power and wealth. The Crown Prince is like a ladder to heaven. When it is so close, anyone who wants to climb it will naturally want to try."

Feng Ran did not agree with this idea, but she did not oppose it either.

Everyone has their own pursuits, but, "then why doesn't the younger sister marry the emperor?"

Duan Jingchuan couldn't help but think of Feng Ran's words about how good and wonderful old men are. His lips twitched, and after looking around to make sure no one else was there, he said helplessly, "The Crown Prince is young and has a handsome appearance, so it's natural that he's more likely to win the favor of young ladies."

Feng Ran then made a connection to something and asked with a gossipy look, "You said the Crown Prince is weak, is it because he's been drained dry by these ravenous girls?"

Duan Jingchuan suddenly stopped. Feng Ran, who was being held tightly in his arms, kicked her legs but didn't move, instead standing still. She looked up at Duan Jingchuan with a puzzled expression.

Duan Jingchuan's expression was complicated. After thinking for a moment, he lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of Feng Ran's mouth.

Why did you kiss me for no reason?

"Because I thought about it."

"Then why don't you give me another kiss?"

"Because I don't want to anymore."

Are you kidding me?

The man paused for a moment, then said, "Let's kiss again in the room."

The woman nodded in satisfaction.

The man turned his head away and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he had forgotten about the previous topic.

A note from the author:

My good-for-nothing daughter gets all flustered after just one kiss from her son-in-law. It breaks my heart.