Chapter 237 Daddy Fights with Her for Food
He spoke in high-sounding words, but he did things that were intolerable.
After a long time, Shen Xingli lay sweating in Sang Muye's arms.
There is still mist in my eyes.
Sang Muye kissed her lips with a satisfied look on his face, and said in a low voice, "Baby, the dangerous period will be over in one month."
How could Shen Xingli not understand the meaning of his words? She glared at him angrily.
"When my daughter is born, I will tell her that her father has always competed with her for food since she was a child."
Sang Muye smiled and said, "I haven't snatched the food yet. At most, I've snatched her bowl."
These words made Shen Xingli's cheeks burn.
She lay in Sang Muye's arms, closed her eyes and didn't want to talk.
Sang Muye rubbed the tip of her ear and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Go to sleep. We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow."
Shen Xingli looked up at him and said, "Dad said that the tea ceremony with the elders can be brought forward to the time of picking up the bride. He doesn't want you to be sad."
Hearing this, Sang Muye's dark eyes darkened for a moment: "Do you think I'm an orphan? On such a solemn day, there's not even an elder to offer tea to."
Shen Xingli stroked his chin with some distress: "I saw you in the study these days, looking at your mother's photos. Do you miss her a lot?"
Sang Muye curled his lips bitterly and said, "It would be a lie to say I don't miss you. If she were still here, she would definitely be very happy that her beloved son would marry such a beautiful wife and have a lovely granddaughter.
My mother likes girls, she must like you and Xiao Tangyuan very much.
But she will never see this scene again, and even if I want to tell her, I don’t know where to go.”
In the past, when she missed her mother, she would take a bouquet of flowers and sit at the cemetery to talk to her.
However, my mother's grave has now become an empty shell, and her ashes have been taken away by Sang Qingchuan.
Thinking of this, Sang Muye hated Sang Qingchuan even more.
Shen Xingli held him tightly in her arms and soothed him softly, "Hubby, don't be sad. I'll take you to see your mother tomorrow. I know where she is."
Sang Muye thought she was just trying to coax him and didn't take it seriously.
It was not until the next morning that Shen Xingli brought him to the Sang family's old house.
He then realized that what she said was not just a casual remark.
The old Sang family house has been renovated, and the original lawn has become a cherry orchard.
Some of the cherry trees are already bearing fruit.
Shen Xingli took Sang Muye's arm and walked over and said, "I asked the housekeeper at that time, and he said that my mother's ashes were kept here. I heard you say that her favorite fruit was cherries.
So someone bought the best variety of cherry trees that would produce fruit that same year.
Sure enough, the uncle did not lie to me, there really were so many cherries.
Husband, whenever you miss your mother, you can come here. This is no longer the Sang family where you suffered, but an orphanage full of love.
My mother came from an orphanage. I think she must like it here very much. She will grow up with these children.
I named this orphanage "Muyun Orphanage", which is my mother's name. I want her name to be remembered forever in the hearts of those children.
I also hope that you will forget the darkness that once existed here, and come here often to visit your mothers and the smiling faces of the children.
Since we cannot cover up the darkness here, let's turn the darkness into sunshine and let those homeless children like you enjoy the warmth of the world.
Ah Ye, this is what I want to do most."
Hearing these words, tears were already rolling in Sang Muye's eyes.
He never knew that Shen Xingli had done so much behind his back.
She always knew what he was thinking, and was always like a little sun, shining into the darkest corners of his heart.
Sang Muye looked deeply at Shen Xingli and made a low, hoarse sound in his throat.
"Li Li, why do you always move me so deeply when you do something for me? Why do you always warm the most vulnerable part of my heart? How can I not love you like this?"
Shen Xingli gently stroked his cheek and said in a gentle voice, "Because I can't help you eliminate the suffering you have endured here, I will use this method to slowly let you go. For every orphan raised here, the suffering in your heart will be reduced a little.
When you see these children grow up, I think your hatred for this place will disappear, and the darkness in your heart will disappear.
The darkest place in the past has now become a sunny industry, and with your mother here, I think your perspective on everything here will change."
Sang Muye looked at a large cherry orchard and the dormitory under construction in the distance.
The deep hatred for this place gradually dissipated.
He came here at the age of twelve and suffered beatings and various frame-ups.
His life is even worse than that of a servant.
It was not until he was sixteen and made his first fortune playing games that he rented a house outside and moved out completely.
To him, this place was like a hell, a hell that he hated to the core.
But now this hell has been transformed into an orphanage by Shen Xingli.
The future here will be full of sunshine and love.
Let this once cold yard be filled with love.
Thinking of this, Sang Muye hugged Shen Xingli tightly in his arms.
He bent down and kissed her forehead.
Then he took her hand, stood under the cherry orchard, and said in a deep voice, "Mom, this is Li Li, your daughter-in-law. We are getting married on May 20th. She is pregnant with my daughter. I hope you will bless our family of three to be safe and sound."
Shen Xingli also said, "Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of Ah Ye. When little Tangyuan is born, we will bring her here to pick cherries. I hope you can rest in peace here."
From the yard came the clanging sounds of the construction team and the laughter of workers.
The originally silent courtyard became lively.
Sang Muye held Shen Xingli's hand and walked around the yard.
He also took her to see the little white wolf.
The little white wolf was well-raised in the back mountain, with shiny and thick fur.
Shen Xingli touched its neck and said, "Hubby, this is a great contributor to your work. We must take good care of it."
"There are people specifically in charge of it, don't worry."
The two people came out of the yard, talking and laughing.
Just as he was about to get in the car, Sang Muye's phone rang.
When he saw the number, he immediately answered it.
The voice of the orphanage director came from the other side.
"Boss Sang, we've found the things your mother left when she came to the orphanage."
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