Cheng Yue walked out with a long face and found that it was already dark outside, and it was even drizzling.

She took a taxi here because the place is quite remote. She had a car when she came, but it was harder to find one when she went back.

To avoid the rain and to wait for Song Yuan, she hid under the eaves of a house not far from the courtyard, arms crossed and shoulders hunched, looking rather pitiful.

Cheng Yue stared wide-eyed ahead, afraid that if she didn't see him for a second, Song Yuan would drive past. About ten minutes later, a black car came along.

She waved hurriedly, calling out, "Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan." The black car swerved slightly towards her.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Cheng Yue took two steps and then one step, getting into the passenger seat.

Song Yuan turned his head and looked at Cheng Yue in confusion, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat the food here? Why did you come out?"

Cheng Yue's eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Brother Yuan, Qi An is bullying us too much."

Upon hearing Song Qi'an's name, Song Yuan's heart skipped a beat. "You ran into him?"

Cheng Yue sniffed and embellished the story of what had just happened.

Finally, he didn't forget to show off his magnanimity, saying, "I'm not telling you all this so you'll stand up for me."

"In the end, it's our fault for wronging that child, so it's understandable that he harbors resentment."

“But he will always be your child. If there is a rift between you, what will you do in the future? After all, he has the surname Song.”

"He's our child's older brother."

As Cheng Yue spoke, she secretly observed Song Yuan's expression. She knew Song Yuan; this man had been a leader for a long time and liked to have a certain degree of control over all kinds of things.

He was commendable in his work, but he probably never had complete control over his son, Song Qi'an.

They initially told him not to join the army, but he did anyway. After he returned from the army, they offered him a job in the factory under their management, but he refused. Instead, he decided to start his own business with his friends.

Song Yuan sometimes admired his son, feeling that he had a certain style, but sometimes when he saw his son, he felt powerless because Song Qi'an simply didn't listen to him.

This might be because he is often away from home, which is why Song Qi'an is not close to him.

This time, he was able to expose everything and divorce Zhao Wenxiu, and the culprit was Song Qi'an.

Song Yuan now feels increasingly ashamed in front of his son.

"Hmph, he doesn't deserve to be called 'elder brother'."

Song Yuan snorted with a dark face. Ever since their argument in the village, Song Yuan had no intention of acknowledging this son.

He turned slightly to the side and placed his hand on Cheng Yue's slightly protruding belly.

“Song Qi’an is just a surname; in the future, we’ll still have to rely on our son.”

Song Yuan thought of the child in Cheng Yue's belly, and a tender look appeared on his face.

He moved to live at the factory not long after Song Qi'an was born, and he was rarely there even when Zhao Wenxiu was pregnant.

Now Cheng Yue and he are basically together every day, and he has witnessed every moment of Cheng Yue's pregnancy. He has an inexplicable great expectation and love for this child.

Cheng Yue's eyes lit up when she heard this; it was exactly the effect she wanted.

The more strained things get between Song Qi'an and Song Yuan, the better. Ideally, they should never speak to each other again, so that Song Yuan's assets will all go to their children.

"Brother Yuan, let's go back. I'll cook for you."

Cheng Yue, completely satisfied with those words, no longer wanted to think about what had just happened. She just wanted to strike while the iron was hot and let Song Yuan know the difference between herself and that haggard old woman.

"You're pregnant, why are you cooking?" Song Yuan looked at Cheng Yue with heartache.

He even reached out and touched her face, saying, "I feel like you've lost weight lately. Come to my parents' place; they made some soup and told me to pick it up tonight. Let's just go over and eat there."

"Brother Yuan, you're so kind." Cheng Yue took Song Yuan's arm with both hands and snuggled against his shoulder.

The car started up again. The two elderly people in the Song family had only moved to the city in recent years, and the house they lived in was bought by Song Yuan.

Cheng Yue had met Song's parents before, but at that time they were unaware of Cheng Yue's relationship with Song Yuan, and they treated Cheng Yue very politely.

This was the first time Cheng Yue had visited since the two had made their relationship public.

"Brother Yuan, I can't go empty-handed." Cheng Yue only realized this after the car stopped.

Song Yuan opened the car door for her and let her out. "Don't worry, my parents aren't like that. Didn't you bring a lot of things over last time? You haven't finished eating them yet."

“My mom keeps saying she wants you to come over more often; seeing you makes them happy.”

These words made Cheng Yue smile and say, "Then when we meet later, I'll call you Uncle and Auntie just like last time."

"Why call me uncle and aunt?" Song Yuan put his arm around her shoulder and helped her inside. "You're getting married, you should still call me Mom and Dad."

Since his divorce from Zhao Wenxiu, the two elders of the Song family have often talked about him, feeling that it was not worth it at all for him to lose most of his property and real estate because of a girl, which gave the Zhao family leverage over him.

Song Yuan offered another round of persuasion, emphasizing that his future was far more important than the money. He had worked so hard to climb to this position, and he couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost it.

Furthermore, the two elderly people felt a little better after Song Yuan told them that Cheng Yue was pregnant.

"Dad, Mom, we're back." Song Yuan had just finished speaking when the door opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door was Song Yuan's father, Song Fugen. "Yuan's back! Come in quickly, we're about to have dinner."

Song Yuan led Cheng Yue into the house and spoke to the two elderly people.

"Dad, Mom, I've brought Cheng Yue back to see you."

Song's mother had already come out of the kitchen. She first looked at the doorway, then at Cheng Yue's hand.

When they found that everything was empty, the smile on their faces faded a bit.

However, when his gaze fell on Cheng Yue's belly, he immediately became enthusiastic.

"Xiaoyue is here! Quick, Lao Song, get Xiaoyue a stool to sit on."

"I made chicken soup, it'll be ready to drink right away, perfect for nourishing you."

Two elderly people, one brought her a stool and the other cooked soup for her. She sat down with a smile, feeling a little proud.

She's pregnant with the Song family's child now, so this whole family must be treating her like a treasure.

Cheng Yue only saw how warm and friendly the two elderly people were to her now, and she never imagined that this was just a facade, and that the real mother-in-law and daughter-in-law problems had not yet begun.