Upon hearing these words and seeing her innocent and naive eyes, Yan Yao felt as if her heart was riddled with countless holes, bleeding everywhere.
I could have endured it before, but this makes it even more unbearable.
Even when she's not fully conscious, her daughter is so well-behaved that it breaks your heart. She's nothing like the rumors outside; she's clearly a very good person.
After all, blood is water, and this is the child she carried for ten months before giving birth.
Yan Yao was really unwilling to be treated as a stranger or a guest, so she couldn't help but say, "Yueyue, I...I am your mother."
Jiang Yue looked at her with a strange gaze, and then her expression turned somewhat unhappy.
She even considered retracting what she had just said.
How could this person speak like that? She didn't like listening to him at all.
She has a mother, and she has a good relationship with her mother. They secretly call each other every week, but she can sense that her son, Zhou Zhengchu, doesn't really like his maternal grandmother.
But she never cared about her son's thoughts.
If you don't like it, you don't like it.
Who does he think he is?
But she also sensed that her husband didn't really like her mother either. Although her husband never said it, she could just feel it.
Over the years, she has gradually lost contact with her mother.
Because she always forgets her mother's phone number and often loses her contact information, fortunately her mother will contact her frequently.
She always gets new numbers calling her.
Although, although her mother always asks her for money, but... but it's okay! She has money and is willing to spend it on her family.
“I have my own mother. Don’t, don’t talk like that. It’s rude.”
As she said this, she looked at the woman in front of her with a serious and stern face. Just a moment ago, she had felt sorry for the woman's sad and distressed expression, but now she didn't care whether the woman looked like she was about to break.
Yan Yao felt as if she had been hit hard. The few words she uttered clumsily were more hurtful than any cold words, cutting her heart like a knife.
Qin Genzhi was also upset. He put his arm around his wife, who was almost unable to stand, and comforted her, "It's normal that she can't accept us right now. Don't rush, take it one step at a time."
His voice gradually lowered as he finished speaking.
Zhou Ji had shown them her medical records, but she couldn't afford to be slow; she didn't have much time left.
We can only wait and see how long God will continue to favor her.
This was incredibly cruel to her and to them.
Yan Yao's tears flowed uncontrollably. She wanted to say something, but she put down her spoon and didn't even want to eat her favorite potato cheese anymore.
But after thinking about it, I decided not to leave it to them.
She hugged the potato and cheese in front of her and looked at them: "My mom is very good to me. I am her proudest daughter. You also have a daughter. If you want to be a mother, you can go to her."
Afraid of upsetting her, Zhou Ji gave Qin Zhao a cold look.
Qin Zhao comforted his mother for a few words before she finally stopped talking and changed the subject.
Zhou Ji had no intention of keeping the guests; he would see them off after lunch. He wasn't in a good mood today either: "Madam Qin, we discussed this beforehand, and we didn't want to tell her the truth."
"And I've already told you, she can't accept you two."
“If you do this again, don’t come to see her anymore. You know her current situation; she can’t handle any kind of stress. I don’t want her emotions to fluctuate so much.”
Yan Yao's eyes were red, and she couldn't hold back her strong personality for a moment: "She is my daughter."
Zhou Ji didn't mince words: "Legally, no, she is my wife."
The little incident at noon still had an impact. That night, Jiang Yue had another nightmare and couldn't sleep well. She subconsciously snuggled into his arms again.
Tears filled his chest.
But when she woke up the next day and was asked what nightmare she had, she thought hard but couldn't remember.
Zhou Ji got up first, squeezed toothpaste for her, and then urged her to get up to brush her teeth and wash her face.
After washing up and changing his clothes, Zhou Ji had to go to the company. He wasn't completely without work; he had turned down most of them but still had some left.
Zhou Zhengchu stayed at home with his mother.
Perhaps because she's been seeing him for so long every day lately, she no longer feels the urge to kick him out.
The two are able to get along peacefully and harmoniously.
She wanted to watch TV, but Zhou Zhengchu was reluctant to let her, fearing that the sounds coming from the TV would make her fall asleep again.
But when Zhou Zhengchu looked into her watery eyes, which were dark as if veiled in a thin mist, she looked incredibly pitiful.
He couldn't bring himself to refuse.
He switched the TV to her current favorite channel—Fruit Channel.
During the variety show, she stared intently at the host on the TV, as if she were looking at herself from many years ago through the screen.
Zhou Zhengchu replanted a large patch of roses in the yard.
I look forward to a perfect springtime bloom next year.
His mother was watching TV, and sure enough, she soon fell asleep with her head on the cushion.
I slept for more than forty minutes this time.
When I woke up, I blinked, and there seemed to be a moment of clarity in my dark, beautiful eyes.
She looked at him.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It was as if I could see my mother knitting scarves and hats for me when I was a child and still conscious.
She looked at him and asked, "Is it spring now?"
Then she murmured to herself, "I met him in the spring."
She didn't seem to need a listener or an answer; it was as if she was talking to herself.
Suddenly she laughed, as if relieved and not caring at all: "I'm going to die."
She said those four words in a very relaxed tone, as if she didn't care at all.
That's why Zhou Zhengchu felt even more pain as he listened. The young man's handsome face looked pale and bland, even somewhat ashen.
He gripped her hand with unprecedented force, holding it tightly as if he had used up all his strength. Even when he saw her slowly furrow her brow in discomfort from the slight pain, he couldn't let go.
A very, very long time passed.
The world seemed to have fallen silent.
Utter silence.
Zhou Zhengchu met his mother's dark eyes; she seemed to remember things from the past.
A hot tear fell without her even realizing it.
Zhou Zhengchu looked at her, his eyes reddening, his throat choked, and his voice hoarse. He stubbornly said, "No, it won't happen."
"Mother, please don't say that."
Don't say such cruel things in such a lighthearted tone.
She raised her eyelashes, her gaze gradually focusing on him. She reached out and touched his face, her fingertips entwined with tenderness. She said, "You've grown up."
She seemed to recall all the little things that had happened over the years.
And her cruelty towards him.
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