Ye Xia doesn't know much.

She just liked snow, thought it was a very good thing, and wanted to give her daughter what she thought was the best thing.

Ye Yun felt warm in her heart.

She exchanged glances with Qin Zheng, who quickly understood. He took the duck from Ye Xia's hands and put it in a bottle beside her, not forgetting to comfort her: "Mom, you made it very beautifully. Ye Yun and I will put it away first so that we can look at it every day. Right, wife?"

"right."

Ye Yun nodded and looked at her unhappy mother with a sweet smile.

Ye Xia suddenly smiled happily.

As long as Ye Yun nodded, she would be happier than anything else. She was so happy that she reached out and brushed the hair by Ye Yun's ears.

Mu Jingsheng watched this scene quietly, and suddenly a warm and beautiful word popped into his mind: The years are quiet and good.

So this is what a happy life is like.

He had never felt before...

…

The next day, Ye Yun received the news that Mrs. Mu was discharged from the hospital.

Current medical methods are basically helpless against cancer. The only way is to go to foreign countries with advanced medical technology for treatment.

Mu Jingsheng wanted to send the old lady abroad as soon as possible.

But the old lady refused to do so.

She would rather wait for death than leave her hometown at such an old age.

But cancer was obviously incurable, and the hospital said they could no longer accept the old lady, so Mu Jingsheng was asked to take her home.

The old lady didn't want to stay in the hospital and forced Mu Jingsheng to take her back.

In just a few days, Mu Jingsheng looked much more haggard.

If he really took the old lady home like this, it would be tantamount to giving up her life. How could he, as a son, do such a thing?

If this gets out, how can he live his life?

Do you want others to say that he is rich and has a high status, but when his mother fell ill, he took her back without even treating her?

The doctor who treated the old lady was an acquaintance. He patted her on the shoulder and consoled her: "Since she has cancer, you should take her home and let her enjoy the rest of her life. It could be two to three years at most, or a few months at least. Don't let her suffer in the hospital. She might not live as long in the hospital as she does at home."

He had no choice but to take people to take the old lady out of the hospital.

But when the old lady heard that he wanted to send her back to the old house, she immediately refused and insisted on living with him.

Mu Jingsheng was angry and anxious, counting on his fingers to reason with her: "You are old and have cancer. My daughter is at home recuperating after giving birth. If you go there, wouldn't that be a mistake?"

"What are you rushing for?"

Old Lady Mu was not to be outdone, and she took on the tone of an elder and ordered, "Okay Jingsheng, now that you have a daughter and a grandson, have you forgotten me, your biological mother? I raised you with great difficulty, and your children are children, but you are not my child, are you?"

These words left Mu Jingsheng speechless.

Mu Jingsheng was in a dilemma. It was reasonable for him to bring the old lady to live with them. But now that Ye Yun was at home, with the old lady's mischievous ability, wouldn't she offend Ye Yun completely?

In his heart, he favored his daughter.

After all, the mother-son relationship between him and the old lady had long been exhausted by the old lady's repeated calculations.

Mu Jingsheng was still in a dilemma, and Old Lady Mu took advantage of the situation and said with a sad face: "Jingsheng, my son, I don't have much time left to live. Do you want your mother to die with regrets?"

Mu Jingsheng's face froze.

If this matter gets out, he thinks he might as well die.

Aunt Li also chimed in: "Sir, some of what the eldest sister did was wrong, but now she doesn't have time, you can't be so heartless, right?"

Mu Jingsheng: “I…”

He had no way of expressing his pain, and deep down, he actually preferred his own daughter.

But filial piety was pulling him back.

At this moment, a steady voice came from behind him:

"Dad, my wife asked me to pick you up."