Chapter 190 Aggressive

Fu Li'an was already excitedly making plans: "I'll take the day off tomorrow to go to the hospital with you! Oh, and we need to buy nutritional supplements and maternity clothes..."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and quickly scrolled through information about nearby maternity hospitals, his fingers flying across the screen, his tone full of eager anticipation.

He also casually opened a shopping app and searched for "pregnancy vitamins" and "maternity wear for autumn and winter," placing several orders without even flinching.

"What's the rush?"

Song Yazhi interrupted coldly, her tone full of disdain, "It's not certain that you're actually pregnant, so don't get excited for nothing."

Her voice was sharp, like an icicle piercing the warmth of the room.

After saying that, she suddenly stood up, turned around and walked towards the living room, deliberately slamming her heels on the ground with a thud, each step seeming to vent her dissatisfaction.

Fang Wanyu quickly caught up with Song Yazhi, helped her sit down, and whispered, "Auntie, don't get upset. Maybe she just ate something that upset her stomach. Everyone gets an upset stomach sometimes these days. Let's wait for the results and not jump to conclusions."

Her tone was gentle, but her words were barbed, implying that Qiao Wanyin's health was unreliable and that her pregnancy was unclear.

Qiao Wanyin watched her mother-in-law's retreating figure, feeling a pang of unease in her heart.

That back was straight and indifferent, as if silently declaring: You are not qualified.

She bit her lip, her fingertips slightly cold, feeling a deep sense of grievance piercing her heart like fine needles, yet she had nowhere to express it.

She quietly tugged at Fu Lian'an's sleeve and whispered, "Mai Dong, don't get too excited. What if you're not pregnant? And..."

She paused, bit her lip, and said in a voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind, "I haven't figured out how to be a mother yet."

This is not a perfunctory response, but a genuine fear.

She didn't know how to face a new life, whether she could be a qualified mother, or whether she would lose herself because of it.

Fu Lian held her hand tightly, his eyes steady: "No matter what the outcome, I will definitely go to the hospital with you."

His palms were warm and firm, as if he wanted to suppress all the panic in this one movement.

He gazed into her eyes and said, word by word, "If we are pregnant, we'll learn to be parents together; if not, we'll continue living our little life together and talk about it when we're ready."

Upon hearing his words, Qiao Wanyin felt a lump in her throat and almost burst into tears.

Those were tears of joy, nor tears of sorrow, but a sense of security from being held firmly in place.

It's as if no matter what lies ahead, whether it's wind and rain or clear skies, there's always someone standing by her side, neither urging nor pressuring, but silently watching over her.

This man always catches her steadily when she's flustered.

Back in the living room, the atmosphere suddenly froze.

The air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became a cautious exercise.

The once spacious and bright living room was now shrouded in a suffocating silence.

Everyone moved very quietly, as if afraid of disturbing the volcano that was about to erupt.

Song Yazhi sat on the sofa, her face long and she didn't say a word.

She straightened her back and placed her hands folded on her knees, as if she were attending a formal trial.

Her lips were turned down, her eyes were as cold as ice, and her brows were furrowed, as if she was trying her best to suppress her dissatisfaction and anger.

Her face was gloomy, and her temples twitched slightly, clearly indicating that her emotions had reached a breaking point.

Fang Wanyu whispered to comfort her from the side.

She bent slightly, gently placing one hand on Song Yazhi's arm, her voice so soft it was almost melting: "Sister, don't be angry, let's talk slowly, we can't rush things about the baby... Have some water first, calm down."

Her tone was full of comfort, but her eyes secretly glanced at Qiao Wanyin, revealing a hint of worry and helplessness.

Fu Lian pulled Qiao Wanyin to sit on the other side and poured her a glass of warm water.

His movements were gentle, his fingertips slightly clenched, clearly indicating that he was not at ease either.

He handed the water glass to Qiao Wanyin, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, and said softly, "Drink some water, don't be nervous."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a reassuring power, as if reminding her that he would always stand by her side.

"Mom," he finally spoke, "I'm taking Qingqing for a check-up tomorrow, would you like to come along?"

He spoke in a calm tone, with a hint of probing.

He knew his mother was stubborn and that she had always held a prejudice against Qiao Wanyin, but as her son, he still hoped that the family could be harmonious.

The question was asked sincerely, with a hint of expectation in the eyes, even if it was just the slightest chance for a resolution.

Song Yazhi snorted, "What would I go there for? To watch her act, using a child to tie up my son?"

She sneered, a contemptuous sound emanating from her nose. Without raising her head, her gaze swept coldly over Qiao Wanyin, her tone as sharp as a knife, "How long has she been married? She's already 'pregnant'? Who would believe that? She clearly planned this all along, trying to tie him down!"

"mom!"

Fu Li'an's face darkened. "You've gone too far. Qingqing is my wife. If she's really pregnant, it's a joyous occasion for our family!"

His voice suddenly rose, his tone carrying an undeniable seriousness.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he looked at his mother with a determined gaze. "She's not an outsider, she's your daughter-in-law! We're a legally married couple. If she's really pregnant, it's the continuation of our bloodline, it's a good thing. How does it become an act?"

"happy event?"

Song Yazhi sneered, "I think she planned this all along! Why did she have to get pregnant right after I arrived?"

Her tone grew increasingly sharp, like a poisoned needle, each word piercing the heart, "I barely stepped through the door and then I heard she's pregnant? Does she think I'm stupid? What a coincidence! She's determined to force us to acknowledge her!"

Qiao Wanyin: "..."

She tilted her head slightly, her lips twitched, and a hint of speechlessness flashed in her eyes.

She glanced down at the water glass in her hand, then looked up at Song Yazhi's aggressive demeanor, and sighed inwardly.

She was truly impressed. This old woman's imagination was so vivid it could be used to write a novel and win awards—her wildly imaginative ideas were boundless, and she even had a conspiracy theory filter attached to them.

"Mom, what's going on in your head?"

Qiao Wanyin shrugged. "What Mai Dong and I have been doing at home these past two days, you really couldn't hear a thing?"

Her tone was relaxed, with a hint of teasing, but she remained tactful.

She put down her water glass, leaned forward slightly, and looked directly into Song Yazhi's eyes. "We closed the door at night. You have sharp hearing, so did you really not hear a thing? Or were you pretending not to hear?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Song Yazhi's face changed, and her ears turned red. "You're so shameless!"

She suddenly stood up from the sofa, her finger trembling as she pointed at Qiao Wanyin, her voice distorted.

Her face flushed bright red instantly, as if someone had exposed her shame, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. "How...how could you say such a thing in front of your elders? You have no shame!"

Qiao Wanyin shrugged. "Mom, Maidong and I are husband and wife. We're married, and the law recognizes that."