Fang Qiao couldn't stand his bad temper, so she turned around, got into the jeep, and said to Cheng Baidong, "Let's go home."

On the way home, I made sure to stop by Mingyue Lake and bought Tian Tian her favorite cream cakes.

After May Day, Fang Qiao received a letter from Xiao Chengzhuang.

There were two letters in total, one dictated by Third Aunt and written by Wang Qiuju, and the other sent by Wang Yun.

In her letter, Third Aunt recounted Su Chen's trip to the village to look for Tian Tian, ​​which immediately put Fang Qiao on alert.

Su Chen is selfish by nature; otherwise, he wouldn't have remarried so quickly after his wife died in childbirth, abandoning their child.

He never does anything without a reason; he wouldn't take the initiative to care about Tian Tian if he didn't have something to gain.

So when Cheng Baidong came back in the evening, she asked about Tian Tian's household registration.

Cheng Baidong said, "We've almost succeeded. We'll find an opportunity to go back to our hometown and transfer her household registration here in a while."

Hearing Cheng Baidong say this, Fang Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still a little worried: "What if Su Chen doesn't agree?"

"He dared not refuse."

Mentioning Su Chen, Cheng Baidong's gaze turned cold and his expression became sinister: "This time when I'm transferring my household registration, I'll have him write a letter severing ties to avoid any future trouble."

"That's good. He's not someone to be trifled with. Having a letter of disownment will provide proof in the future, so that when he gets old, he won't remember Tian Tian and force her to be filial to him."

Later newspapers were full of stories like this.

Time passed day by day, and before we knew it, it was Children's Day, which happened to fall on the same day as Fang Qiao's lunar birthday.

These days, birthday cakes aren't common, so Fang Qiao didn't want to risk being accused of capitalist practices. Instead, she prepared a few dishes at home, and the family enjoyed a nice meal to celebrate her birthday.

Fang Qiao's pregnancy went very well; she didn't experience morning sickness.

When Fang Qiao was pregnant with An An, she started vomiting everything she ate from two and a half months along, and continued vomiting until almost six months. Not only did she not gain weight, but she actually lost two or three pounds.

Aside from her belly growing a bit too fast during her second pregnancy, she had almost no other symptoms. She ate everything with gusto and was practically a divine baby.

That day, Fang Qiao was taking An'an to cool off under the big poplar tree outside the courtyard when someone who had just returned from buying groceries brought her a message: "Xiao Qiao, there's an auntie outside the family compound looking for you. She says she's your mother and has been waiting outside for a while. You should go and see her."

"Okay, I understand, thank you. I'll go check on her right away." Fang Qiao stood up from the stool, thanked her, and called out to the yard, "Xiao Jing, you keep an eye on An An, I'm going out for a bit."

"Okay." Xiao Jing dried her hands from washing clothes and came out of the yard, taking An An from Fang Qiao's arms: "Sister-in-law, you can go now."

"My mom's here. I'll go out and bring her in. It won't be long." Fang Qiao told Xiao Jing in advance so she could be mentally prepared and not be too nervous.

Xiao Jing nodded: "Oh, okay."

Fang Qiao walked out, and sure enough, as soon as she arrived at the entrance of the family compound, she saw her mother, Yang Fengxia, carrying a bamboo basket and looking into the compound from the shade of a tree outside the gate.

Upon seeing Fang Qiao, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he opened his arms and waved at her.

Fang Qiao quickened her pace and walked up to Yang Fengxia, making a gesture to take the bamboo basket from her hand: "Mom, you must have been waiting outside for a long time. Since you're already here, why did you bring anything? Here, let me carry it for you."

"No need for you to carry it, no need for you to carry it." Yang Fengxia quickly lifted the basket and dodged, saying, "You're pregnant, this bamboo basket is heavy, I can carry it myself."

"Let's go in first." Fang Qiao led her to fill out a form and put her fingerprints on it at the gate before the guard let her through.

The guards at the gate were very serious. Yang Fengxia entered the residential compound, but she was still uneasy. She couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Qiao, what does An'an's dad do for a living? Why do we have to sign and put our fingerprints to enter the compound? It's so troublesome."

She was illiterate and couldn't write. The signature was Fang Qiao's, and she pressed her own fingerprint on it.

"They're just ordinary employees at the pharmaceutical factory," Fang Qiao explained. "The strict entry and exit controls at the pharmaceutical factory are mainly because the drugs they produce are extremely important, and we're afraid that bad people might sneak into the factory and cause damage."

"Oh, I see." Yang Fengxia nodded as if she understood. "The pharmaceutical factory produces medicines to treat and save lives, so it's better to be strict. Safety is the most important thing."

Seeing that Yang Fengxia didn't say much, Fang Qiao asked, "Mom, why did you suddenly come at this time?"

“I heard from your brother that you’re pregnant, so I prepared some things and came to see you.” Yang Fengxia started complaining as she spoke: “He’s been seeing you on the street for almost half a month, and he only told me yesterday. You know, he’s over twenty years old, but he’s so irresponsible and doesn’t act like an adult at all. He didn’t even tell the family about something so important earlier. When I say something to him, he talks back to me. It’s infuriating.”

Fang Qiao thought to herself: That's because you spoiled him.

However, this couldn't be said directly; if it were, Yang Fengxia would definitely defend her again.

The son she gave birth to can talk about anything, but no one else can say a word about him, otherwise they will inevitably start raving about Fang Lu's good points and forget all his shortcomings.

Fang Qiao had already seen through it.

He casually replied, "Oh, he probably forgot."

Yang Fengxia snorted: "Forget, forget, forget, why doesn't he forget to eat?"

Speaking of food, Fang Qiao remembered Quanjude and asked, "Where did he and you meet me?"

“He said it happened half a month ago in front of the state-run restaurant. He also said you were stingy, that he had just finished work and was so hungry he didn’t even have money for food, but you wouldn’t lend him a single yuan.”

Yang Fengxia immediately started scolding: "You were right not to lend him the money. If you had, he definitely wouldn't have paid you back. He's so spoiled. He won't eat the meals provided by the factory, but he'll spend money to go to restaurants. He doesn't know how to save money at all."

Fang Qiao glanced at it.

He wasn't telling the truth after all.