He Tingchuan asked Yun Jin and the others to keep Li Aimei company while he waited in the corridor. After all, they were all pregnant women, and he couldn't look around too much.

After standing there for a while, He Tingchuan saw Zhang Qingwei getting hot water. He wanted to talk to him, so he went over and heard Zhang's mother say to Zhang Qingwei, "Two or three days is enough. Hospital fees are so expensive. The baby was already delivered by C-section. We wasted so much money. We said we would give birth naturally. How can we ask for so much surgery fee?"

"If it weren't for her sister-in-law causing trouble, would you have spent so much more money?"

"She doesn't care about spending her own money. Do you know how hard it is for you to earn money? She's just a country girl. Is having a baby something to be proud of?" Zhang's mother cursed.

Zhang Qingwei said nothing.

He Tingchuan couldn't stand it anymore and spoke directly: "Do you think that having a son means you can discard him after he's served his purpose?"

"Brother?" Zhang Qingwei panicked.

Without saying a word, He Tingchuan punched Zhang Qingwei: "What did you say before you married Aimei? You said you wouldn't let her suffer or let anyone bully her. What are you doing now?"

Seeing her son being beaten, Zhang's mother screamed in fright, "Why are you hitting my son?"

He Tingchuan kicked the person away, holding back his strength to avoid seriously injuring him.

Zhang's mother screamed in pain as she was kicked. By the time she got up, Zhang Qingwei had been beaten black and blue and had no chance to fight back.

He Tingchuan's eyes were sharp, his fists hard, and he showed no mercy, beating the man until he was terrified: "Brother, I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept quiet. I won't listen to my mother. It's not easy for Aimei to give birth. I will cherish her."

“Go apologize to her.” He Tingchuan stared at Zhang’s mother: “Go apologize to my wife. Don’t think I didn’t hear you saying bad things about her.”

“You…” Zhang’s mother still wanted to struggle a bit more.

He Tingchuan punched Zhang Qingwei in the stomach again, causing him pain so severe that he couldn't straighten up for a while.

Terrified and heartbroken for her son, Zhang's mother could only nod: "I'll apologize, I'll apologize right away, please don't hit my son!"

Hearing the commotion, Yun Jin went out to see what was happening and saw Zhang Qingwei walking towards her with a bruised and swollen face, his back slightly hunched, clutching his stomach, looking quite disheveled.

And then there's Zhang's mother, who looks utterly aggrieved; her facial expression is quite vivid.

Behind them, He Tingchuan walked steadily, his expression indifferent, as if he were escorting a prisoner, exuding an aura of justice.

The couple locked eyes, and He Tingchuan's frosty expression melted away, revealing a tenderness rarely seen in outsiders. His gaze softened, seemingly able to cut through the chill of winter.

Although Zhang's mother was resentful, she dared not show it on her face and could only swallow her pride and say, "Sister-in-law Aimei, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken ill of you behind your back."

"Since you know you shouldn't, don't say it next time. If you have any complaints, just tell me directly. I won't change anyway." Yun Jin was infuriating.

Zhang's mother was so angry that her face turned green. If she hadn't been wary of He Tingchuan, she would have cursed him out.

Looking at Yun Jin, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Zhang's mother thought of the slap she received last night, and her face still stung.

This couple, not one of them is good.

Yun Jin angered Zhang's mother, raising an eyebrow at Zhang Qingwei: "Tell me how you got beaten up. Your brother-in-law isn't one to resort to violence unless someone really deserves it."

Zhang Qingwei was already somewhat wary and afraid of Yun Jin, and now there was another one, He Tingchuan.

Upon being asked this question, Zhang Qingwei was filled with regret. After explaining the situation, Yun Jin smiled and said, "It's alright. Since you don't want to live together, we can always get a divorce. We, Ai Mei, can live without you."

"Sister-in-law, please don't do this. I won't get a divorce. I can't live without Aimei." Zhang Qingwei knew that Li Aimei listened to him the most. If they really got a divorce, he would have no wife.

Zhang Qingwei assured, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I promise I will always side with Aimei and won't listen to my mother's lies and attempts to sow discord between my husband and me."

Zhang's mother was so angry that her face turned green: "You unfilial son, have you forgotten who raised you? Is this how you treat your old mother?"

"Mom, if you want to stay in Beijing, listen to me. If you keep interfering with our lives, go back to our hometown. I'll hire someone to take care of the child. Even if someone takes the child away, it doesn't matter. You don't want me to have a good life anyway!"

Zhang's mother didn't feel sorry for her son, but she did love her eldest grandson. The thought of entrusting her grandson to someone else—what if they mistreat him?

In order to stay in Beijing and be able to take care of her grandson, Zhang's mother could only nod reluctantly: "Fine, I don't care anymore. I just need to take good care of my grandson. The rest is up to you. You've grown up and are independent now."

Zhang Qingwei ignored his mother's nonsense.

Yun Jin called out to Li Aimei inside the ward, "Did you hear that?"

Li Aimei said with a sigh, "Sister-in-law, I heard you. You're right. If I'm wronged at home, I'm willing to get a divorce. I don't need a man who doesn't care about me or stand up for me."

Zhang Qingwei: "......"

Mother He patted Li Aimei's hand and comforted her, "That's right, don't be afraid. We'll support you in Beijing. You have to stand up for yourself so no one will dare to bully you!"

Li Aimei nodded, feeling much better.

Yun Jin and the others stayed at the hospital for a while, tidied up the mother and son, and gave Little Egg Tart a red envelope before leaving.

Li Aimei said, "He has a sister who makes rice cakes, and I love egg tarts, so I'll call him Little Egg Tart. He'll be my egg tart son from now on!"

Mrs. Zhang pouted and said, "It would be better to call it egg yolk. What the hell is an egg tart?"

Fortunately, she didn't have to choose his formal name, otherwise, who knows who would be laughing at her.

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