Suddenly, Song Yuli felt a chill on his chest, and he instantly snapped back to reality.

Seeing Nangong Yu's stunned gaze, Song Yuqing couldn't help but blush and shrink back.

"It's ugly, don't look at it."

Song Yuli's eyes were slightly red, and he reached out to cover his stomach.

When giving birth to Xiao Jinli, Song Yuli opted for a cesarean section because the baby was not in the correct position.

Later, after the little koi was born, a hideous scar was left on her stomach.

Lately, every time Song Yuli sees this scar, he instinctively avoids it out of fear.

Seeing Song Yuli's appearance, Nangong Yu pursed his lips, placed Song Yuli's hands on his sides, and then slowly leaned down to gently kiss the scar on her stomach.

"My wife is not ugly."

Upon hearing these simple five words, Song Yuli's tears, which she had been holding back, suddenly flowed out as if they were free.

...

Vertical day.

While Song Yuli was comforting the little koi, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the room was pushed open, and He Chun walked in.

"Third Young Madam, Chief An and General An have come over and said they want to thank you in person."

Song Yuli was stunned, and An Mujia's face flashed through his mind.

With her cherry lips slightly pursed, Song Yuli felt an instinctive resistance.

Because of him, she almost lost her child, so she doesn't really want to see Anmujia now.

But recalling the fleeting feeling of heartache and suffocation that passed through his heart that night, Song Yuli felt somewhat bewildered.

She still doesn't understand why she disregarded her child and rushed forward that day.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yuli smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll be right there."

Looking at his son in his arms, who was staring at the world with wide, curious eyes, Song Yuli gave up the idea of ​​keeping him and instead carried him down with him.

...

In the living room of the Nan family's old house.

An Mujia sat silently to one side, while An Shiquan sat with Nan Yizhong.

“Old Nan, I suddenly feel that Mu Jia and I are really destined to be with your granddaughter-in-law. You see, she first saved me on the street, and then she stopped Mu Jia at the hotel entrance. Mu Jia and I will never forget this life-saving grace. So, Mu Jia and I discussed it and we want to recognize your granddaughter-in-law as our goddaughter and god-granddaughter.”

Nan Yizhong raised an eyebrow in surprise after hearing this.

He looked at An Mujia, who nodded firmly, and Nan Yizhong began to ponder.

When A Yu married A Li, everyone was very skeptical of the marriage. Even now that A Li has given birth to a son, there are still many criticisms from the outside world. If A Li really becomes the godfather of the An family today, then it will only bring benefits to A Li in the future, and there will be no harm.

Thinking of this, he said calmly, "This is Ali's matter; let Ali decide for herself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuli walked over carrying the little koi fish.

"grandfather."

"Grandpa An, Uncle An, you've arrived."

Seeing Song Yuli standing to the side holding the child, An Mujia couldn't help but stand up from the sofa and nod: "Mm."

Song Yuli glanced at him, then twitched the corner of his mouth and shut it.

She felt that she really had nothing to say to them.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became a little strange.

Song Yuli stood to the side holding the child, while An Mujia stood by the sofa staring blankly at Song Yuli. The two elderly people, An Shiquan and Nan Yizhong, sat comfortably on the sofa.